Chapter 845: Brother Dong, take us in!

The night breeze was gentle, the air held a hint of sultriness, and frogs croaked in the roadside ditches. In the grass, flickering lights danced—fireflies were in flight.

Ye Yaodong walked leisurely along the path. As he turned into a small alley, the cool, briny sea breeze suddenly carried a faint, lingering stench of excrement.

As he drew closer, the stench grew increasingly pungent.

He rubbed his nose and held his breath. Intermittent cursing and pleading reached his ears, and as he neared, he heard the sound of clubs striking flesh.

He glanced at the surrounding houses and, to avoid running into anyone, took a detour, walking toward the edge of the small hill where he had brought Wang Guangliang that evening.

Conveniently, this spot was upwind, so the stench didn't drift toward him, allowing him to breathe more easily.

He wondered how many loads of manure these people had hauled to make it smell so foul.

Lights flickered on in a few houses below; the residents had likely heard the commotion in the middle of the night and gotten up to investigate.

He didn't get close enough to look, merely listening to the intermittent pleas and curses.

He found it strange, however, that he heard no women crying for help or children wailing. If the men of the house were being beaten, one would expect a scene or for the neighbors to be woken up.

Moreover, the pleading and cursing died down after a short while, leaving only muffled groans, a few crude shouts, and the sound of clubs whistling through the air and striking flesh.

Curious, he walked down the slope, choosing a dark, shadowed spot.

In the darkness beneath the light, he shouldn't be visible, and those being beaten were likely too busy to look around.

From a perfect corner diagonally opposite, Ye Yaodong finally saw that they had tied up the women, children, and elderly, gagging them as well. No wonder he heard no cries, only intermittent groans of pain and cursing.

A pile of disheveled men already lay on the open ground by the entrance. Some had their hands and feet bound and mouths gagged, while others did not. The young thugs standing there continued to kick and beat them with wooden clubs.

Immediately after, five of them split off toward the roadside houses, hacking at the doors with axes, leaving only two to watch the people on the ground.

It seemed five families had already been caught, leaving only two. Because they were separated by a small path, the commotion might not have been heard clearly, and their mouths were all gagged.

Truly, professionals doing professional work.

These were habitual offenders; they were so experienced at beating people in the middle of the night that they knew to tie everyone up and gag them to beat them slowly, fearing that waking the neighbors would ruin their plans.

Before long, after a burst of noise and cursing, the five men dragged out the remaining two families, throwing everyone—men, women, old, and young—onto the open ground.

The women and children were driven to a corner and tossed into a pile.

The men, meanwhile, were subjected to a baptism of fists, kicks, and clubs.

These lads were reliable; when told not to touch the elderly, children, or women, they really didn't, merely binding them and throwing them into a pile to prevent them from causing trouble.

Ye Yaodong pinched his nose, leaning against the corner, watching them beat the people.

These young lads were arrogant, wearing only a handkerchief tied over their noses—likely because they found the smell foul—while their mouths remained exposed, completely unconcerned about being recognized.

However, the night light was dim, and with the area around their noses covered, it would be hard to identify them even if one had seen them before.

They struck hard, beating the men until they could only groan, unable to make a sound. Only when the cloth gagging their mouths was knocked off would various pleas for mercy emerge.

The women and children also made various muffled, whimpering sounds.

"Behave, or we'll beat you all together."

"Damn, these two buckets of manure water are so fucking stinky... You go splash it... You go splash it..."

"I'm busy, can't you see I'm putting in the effort? Besides, I just hauled manure; we agreed to take turns."

"I just hauled manure too..."

"I just scooped manure water too. Whoever hasn't been close yet, it's their turn..."

"Damn, so disgusting. Even with my nose tied, it's still so stinky..."

"Let me tell you something disgusting: if we breathe through our noses, it only reaches the trachea. Now that our noses are covered and we're breathing through our mouths, this stuff goes into our bellies, into our stomachs..."

"Shut your mouth!"

"Damn your mother, can you even talk? Do you have to be so disgusting... *Ugh*—"

"*Ugh*—if you say another word, we'll beat you up together after we're done with these people!"

"Hehe, I was just joking. I was afraid you didn't know; it just occurred to me suddenly..."

"Shut up!"

Standing far away, Ye Yaodong could hear these clowns talking, and he couldn't help but feel a headache. He let go of his pinched nose, not daring to breathe through his mouth anymore.

These guys were just too fucking disgusting.

Watching them take long manure scoops and splash them into the houses, he felt both satisfied and disgusted. No wonder the way people in the countryside disgusted others was by splashing manure.

After splashing the houses, they splashed the doors and windows, going from one household to the next.

"Oh, splashing this is so satisfying. I wasn't paying attention, and now it's all gone..."

The speaker was the same one who had talked about breathing through the mouth and swallowing it into the stomach.

It was truly disgusting enough; the fact that he found splashing it so satisfying that he ran out was something the others present had to admire.

"If it's not enough, why don't you fucking go into their houses and take their chamber pots and spittoons to pour out?"

"Ah, right! That's less wasteful. Take from the people, use for the people..."

"Damn..."

Everyone was instantly amused, nearly bursting into laughter.

"Where did you learn that?"

"Heard it on the radio~"

"Hurry up and work. It stinks to high heaven, stop dawdling..."

Listening from the corner, Ye Yaodong was somewhat impressed by them.

Watching that group of lads beat the people half to death, they then carried out the chamber pots from the houses to pour everywhere, incidentally drenching the men on the ground in a malicious manner.

Seeing that they were nearing the end of their fun, he endured the stench, walked to a dark spot, and left first, heading toward the village entrance.

He then found a large rock to sit on, smoking while waiting for them.

He didn't know what they were dawdling about; after waiting nearly 20 minutes, they finally arrived one by one.

"Brother Dong~ Brother Dong is here~"

"Let me tell you, this handsome guy is the famous Salted Fish Dong of Bai Sha Village, Brother Dong!"

"Brother Dong~"

"Brother Dong, you're my idol~"

They scrambled to call him Brother Dong, shouting louder than anything else. Ye Yaodong, however, gestured for them to stand aside, away from the wind.

"Stand over there."

It was too stinky!

Wang Guangliang lifted his arm to sniff, also feeling that he smelled quite foul. "Change positions, everyone move aside, don't stand in the wind. The wind blowing over is making Brother Dong stink."

"It really is so stinky..."

"It's quite stinky indeed. We just hauled two buckets of manure water, and then poured out all the ones from their houses..."

"Brother Dong, do you want to go take a look? We did everything you asked, guaranteed to keep those men lying in bed for ten days or half a month, and keep them stinking for a whole day."

"No need. I saw it when I was standing in the dark. You guys were very effective; you did a great job."

Ye Yaodong took a ten-yuan note from his pocket and handed it to Wang Guangliang. "You've worked hard tonight. Take this for you brothers to go get a drink."

"Thank you, Brother Dong. It was just beating some people, what's hard about that? Helping you do things is what we should do." Wang Guangliang smiled as he took the money.

He had called 6 brothers, making 7 people including himself. Each could split over a yuan, which wasn't bad, and they had gotten an extra two yuan for the night.

Actually, whether his friends wanted the money didn't matter; he had already treated them to drinks before. Anyway, they were all idle, so treating them to a drink and then calling them over to beat some people was simple enough.

Still, the spoils had to be shared; after all, Brother Dong had given them a hardship fee, and everyone had put in the effort.

"In the future, if anyone else is blind enough to provoke you, Brother Dong, just call us brothers. We'll definitely handle it perfectly for you, let them know how many eyes the King of Hell has, and not to offend people they shouldn't."

The others echoed his sentiment.

"Right, next time someone is blind, Brother Dong, just call us directly. No need for money, money is too formal."

"Yes, we can also stretch our muscles, saves us from having nothing to do all day."

Wang Guangliang also said sycophantically, "Brother, do you need a younger brother? Can I be your younger brother? In the future, just call me for anything, whether it's working or beating people, anything is fine. I can do anything, no money needed."

Ye Yaodong was torn between laughter and tears. "I'm not a gangster, what do I need a younger brother for?"

"Working, I can work for you. I can do anything, I'll be there whenever you call. Whatever you want, I'll do it. If you tell me to go east, I'll never go west. Wherever you point, I'll strike. I'll never say no."

"I can too, Brother Dong, look at me, am I okay? I don't want money, I can be your younger brother too. Whatever you tell me to do, I'll do it. I'm strong and sturdy..."

"Me, me, me... Brother Dong, take me in, I'll haul manure for you every day if you want..."

Ye Yaodong: "..."

Do your fathers know about this?

He had only asked Wang Guangliang to find a few people to fight; why were these teenagers starting to recognize him as their big brother?

He was clearly a law-abiding citizen, a proper fisherman.

If he took them in, what would that be called?

"Brother Dong, think about it. We can do anything, really. Here, take the money back, we don't want money, just take us in."

Wang Guangliang said, stuffing the money back into his hand.

This maneuver left Ye Yaodong stunned.

"Hey... no... why do you want to be my younger brother? I'm fishing all day long, what do you want to be my younger brother for? It's useless!"

"We'll help you fish!"

"Right, I'll help you fish, you just sit at home and collect the money, we'll do the work!"

"Right, right, right, you're our boss, you definitely shouldn't have to do it."

"You tell us to fish, we'll fish. You tell us to beat people, we'll beat people."

"Right, Brother Dong, take us in."

"Take us in..."

Ye Yaodong wanted to laugh. The *Young and Dangerous* movies hadn't even come out yet, and this group of teenagers was already planning to recognize a big brother?

Was he that famous? ===== CHAPTER 846 =====