Chapter 307: On the Path

In the county.

Hospital.

After Chen Baosheng woke up, no matter how the police questioned him, he kept making excuses of a concussion, refusing to say another word, and even shouted that everything he had said before was nonsense and didn't count.

The police could do nothing about him.

Whether it counts or not, the scene has already been swept, everyone who should be arrested has been, and they warned Chen Baosheng that he is not only a victim but also a suspect.

He must cooperate with the investigation!

No matter what he says, it's useless; once the hospital treatment ends, he will be taken away for interrogation, and when he sits on the cold bench, eight characters await him.

Leniency for confession, severity for resistance!

Chen Baosheng wasn't one to be scared into submission; after his mind cleared, he took the police's words as farting and shouted to see his family.

He had no idea what the real problem was.

The police hadn't really thought much about it.

Faced with Chen Baosheng's request, they naturally couldn't refuse.

Chen Baosheng is still a patient; moreover, his worst offense is just participating in gambling, which at most merits a public-security penalty—namely a fine and administrative detention.

Generally speaking, as long as a certain fine is paid, it's fine.

You can't just lock someone up in a ward over this.

Chen Lao Da arrived.

After he showed up, Chen Baosheng became even bolder.

A few words were enough to send the police away.

Once the police left,

Chen Baosheng then shouted excitedly, "Dad, I know who hit me!"

"They're the ones I was gambling with yesterday."

"Gan Lin Mu—just for winning a little money, they actually sneaked around and dealt a dark hand!"

"One is called Guang Liangjun, one is called Gu Jianfa, and there are two others..."

Chen Lao Da frowned and said, "Isn't it Wu An and Lao Fu Tou?"

Chen Baosheng laughed and said, "Dad, what are you thinking?"

"You're giving them too much credit."

"How could it be them? They couldn't have done something like that; the person who struck that day was really vicious."

"As the saying goes, cutting off someone's wealth is like killing their parents."

"Without this grudge, one couldn't strike so hatefully."

He finished speaking.

He winced; after a night and still having received treatment, his face remained swollen like a pig's head, half his head still wrapped in bandages, looking pretty miserable.

After hearing this, Chen Lao Da's face was full of thought.

"Don't ponder; it was those few people. I remember clearly—I even thought Lao Fu Tou had sent someone, and I voluntarily confessed to breaking the glass, but that guy cursed something nonsensical and then hit me."

"They also took all the money."

"Besides those desperate gamblers who lost money, nobody would do this!"

Chen Lao Da flew into a rage and wanted to slap this scoundrel: "You still have the nerve to call others gamblers—what kind of person are you? You know yourself!"

"If you hadn't gone gambling, you wouldn't have gotten into this."

"Can you at least remember this in the future?"

"Dad, what you're saying now is useless." Chen Baosheng didn't agree, saying that if gamblers could become human they wouldn't be gamblers, and he shouted, "Hurry up and find someone to beat those guys I mentioned!"

"He broke my arm—I'll break two of theirs!"

Chen Lao Da sighed and said, "You're still pretty good; in my opinion, we should break all four limbs."

Chen Baosheng replied, "That would cost a lot more—you're so stingy, can you even afford it?"

Chen Lao Da fell silent, suddenly feeling weary. Clearly the eldest, so capable, had always been low-maintenance from childhood, never needing much oversight, yet the second son was completely different—having been pampered since youth, always staying nearby, yet he ended up going astray.

If it weren't unavoidable, that father would be willing to sacrifice and take his son out to sea to make a living.

After all, the family's circumstances aren't bad.

Even Chen Long, that good-for-nothing, knows how to sponge off the family at home, and Wei Zhen never even considered having Chen Long work on a boat.

As a result.

Just because the boat broke down, after only a few days of rest, Chen Baosheng managed to stir up this huge mess!

"If you want revenge now, you still have to wait." Chen Lao Da, unwilling to waste more words, simply summarized what had happened.

After hearing that, Chen Baosheng stared for a while, then shouted somewhat excitedly, "I… I caused such a big mess?"

"You're still pretty proud, huh."

"Dad, don't you think this is the ultimate revenge? They hit me with a blunt instrument, and I directly turned the tables and sent them all to jail." Chen Baosheng grew more excited as he spoke: "If this gets out, I'll count as a big shot on the path."

Hearing this, Chen Lao Da's head hurt—his temples throbbed as if about to explode—and his voice trembled as he shouted, "What good is there in society on the path? Can't you learn from your brother?"

"My brother is just a bookworm!"

"Nonsense! Your brother is sharp—those big-city bosses are all played around by him…"

"Enough, enough—my eldest brother is the ultimate, the smartest in the world, fine, I'm tired of hearing it…" While Chen Baosheng was speaking, the ward door was pushed open from outside and several men in black shirts and black trousers filed in.

One of them, fair-skinned, was peeling an apple with a fruit knife as he walked to the foot of the bed and said with a smile, "So, to get revenge on those who hit you, you used the police's crackdown on the gambling den to have them arrested!"

"Awesome, awesome!"

"Your dad doesn't realize—I should give you a like; this move of yours is really impressive."

Chen Baosheng swallowed, instinctively sensing something wrong, struggled to sit up, but two men pressed him down on the bed so he couldn't move.

His voice trembling, he asked, 'Big brother, who are you?'

'Chen Baosheng, right?'

'I'm informing you, you're now a number-one figure on the jianghu.'

'I personally certified it.'

'Oh, I forgot to introduce myself—the place you had the police sweep is mine.'

This guy is really pretentious.

Very pretentious.

He's pretending as much as he can.

If it were normal times, Chen Baosheng would surely snap, 'What the hell are you pretending for, man?' But now, his mind holds nothing but fear.

'Big brother, big brother, misunderstanding, misunderstanding!' he shouted in panic, pleading: 'It wasn't me who had the police sweep the place; back then I was still dazed… hiss… ah!'

Before he could finish speaking, the apple‑peeling man plunged the Fruit Knife downward into the blanket, stabbing through the covers, and the white blanket instantly turned red.

Chen Baosheng's scream had just escaped when the man beside him clapped a hand over his mouth, choking off the cry; he could only emit a sobbing sound.

Chen Lao Da also shouted, but he was pressed down.

The patients in the two adjacent wards had already, in tacit understanding, hidden inside the cups, trembling.

They saw nothing and knew nothing.

'Since we're both jianghu folk, let's handle this the jianghu way!' the man said with a grin; needless to say, he was truly pretentious.

But he's also truly ruthless!