Chapter 58: The Deaf Old Lady

Zhao Gangzi had already upgraded to the Level 2 Strength Skill, capable of unleashing 200 kilograms of force with a single hand, and the pebble he threw whistled through the air.

Few people could even see the pebble, which struck the Deaf Old Lady's arm and instantly snapped her old bones.

The Deaf Old Lady did not even have time to let out a scream.

Then came a crisp gunshot.

Bang...

Kameda Meiko's legendary life ended right there.

Yi Zhonghai, unaware of the remarks the Deaf Old Lady had made while in the prisoner transport vehicle, was currently dressed in mourning clothes and a mourning hat, wailing loudly.

"My dear godmother! Your son cannot continue to provide for your old age; I have failed you!"

"I am a descendant of Yan and Huang, and the only thing I can do is collect your remains!"

Yi Zhonghai let out a long cry toward the sky.

Fearing others might not notice, he took out a traditional Chinese trumpet and began to play.

This very tactic had been taught to him by that Master Wang from Kuchazi Hutong.

The Deaf Old Lady was a spy for the island nation, yet Yi Zhonghai was able to keep filial piety in mind and still come to collect her remains; such a filial person would surely resonate with others!

Soon, the crowd cleared a space for him.

Everyone looked at the wailing Yi Zhonghai with strange expressions.

Was this old thing tired of living? He actually dared to collect the remains of such a person?

They were all too shocked to speak.

Even Liu Haizhong was stunned; he never expected a shrewd person like Yi Zhonghai to make such a mistake.

Third Uncle Yan Bugui was also sighing incessantly in the distance.

Yi Zhonghai, seeing the silent crowd, assumed his filial piety had moved heaven and earth, and he could not help but feel secretly pleased.

However, his feelings for the old lady were genuine.

As soon as he saw the old lady's corpse, he could not help but let his tears flow freely.

He made up his mind that he must avenge the old lady!

After Yi Zhonghai left with the Deaf Old Lady's body, the crowd at the scene instantly erupted, cursing Yi Zhonghai one after another.

"This old thing really does have a deep connection with that Kameda whatever-her-name-is; he actually dared to come and collect her remains?"

"I don't think so; everyone says Yi Zhonghai is a very filial son, and seeing it today, it's true..."

"Pfft, in my opinion, he's just faking it. He was the one who reported Kameda Meiko earlier, and now he pulls this stunt—you could figure it out with your toes!"

"............"

Zhao Gangzi just smiled faintly upon hearing this.

He understood Yi Zhonghai's little schemes all too well; this was indeed a good strategy, but Yi Zhonghai had overestimated himself.

If it had been an ordinary criminal, others might have shed a few tears along with him.

But the Deaf Old Lady had been lurking in Sijiucheng for so many years, and in the current sensitive climate, even a veteran teacher like Yan Bugui was being shunned by everyone, let alone an islander.

On the other side, Yi Zhonghai, dragging the old lady's body, was still feeling smug, thinking that in a couple of days, he would be able to return to the Siheyuan openly.

"Old lady! Have a safe journey. I will never forget your great kindness. I hope you are reborn into a good life in your next incarnation and are not born in that island nation again..."

Yi Zhonghai wiped away his tears.

Alone, he brought the old lady to a desolate place, gathered some firewood from the roadside, and cremated the Deaf Old Lady on the spot.

………………

The next day.

Yi Zhonghai held the Deaf Old Lady's urn in his arms, wearing his mourning hat, and walked step by step toward the Siheyuan.

But things did not go as Yi Zhonghai had imagined.

No one felt any sympathy for him at all.

He could not even enter the entrance of the hutong.

The neighbors of the Siheyuan were mostly blocking the gate, refusing to let Yi Zhonghai return under any circumstances.

"Yi Zhonghai is a disgrace for collecting the remains of Kameda Meiko; he must not be allowed back!"

"Exactly, he has shamed all of us descendants of Yan and Huang."

"Down with Yi Zhonghai!"

If it hadn't been for the comrades from the Street Office maintaining order at the scene, Yi Zhonghai would likely have been drowned by the spit of the crowd.

Even his own godson, Shazhu, stood up and scolded, "Godfather! How could you do such a thing? You actually dared to bring her ashes back!"

"Zhuzi, this is your god-grandmother after all..."

Yi Zhonghai stood there at a loss.

He had thought he could win the crowd's favor, but he never expected the conflict to intensify even further.

It was all the fault of that damn Master Wang for coming up with such rotten ideas; he deserved to be reported! That old thing really deserved to die!

"It wouldn't be impossible for this old thing to come back..."

Someone muttered.

Yi Zhonghai responded with delight, "As long as you let me go home, I will agree to any demand!"

"Hey, hey..."

"What are you doing???"

Before Yi Zhonghai could finish his sentence, a group of passionate citizens suddenly rushed forward, and even the people from the Street Office could not stop them.

Judging by their posture, they were determined to snatch the Deaf Old Lady's urn.

Yi Zhonghai was naturally unwilling.

After all, he is a famous filial son far and wide; logically, the deceased should be treated with the utmost respect, yet these commoners actually dare to snatch the urn?

"What are you all doing? I'll fight you to the death!" Yi Zhonghai shouted, preparing to brawl with the crowd.

"Screw your sister..."

Not knowing who it was, someone kicked Yi Zhonghai with a 'thwack', sending him face-planting into the dirt.

Originally, Yi Zhonghai was still quite stubborn, clutching the urn in his arms and refusing to let go, but he didn't even last two minutes before he was beaten into begging for mercy repeatedly.

"Stop hitting, stop hitting, my old waist!!"

Yi Zhonghai was pinned to the ground by people, howling in pain.

The First Aunt, who had originally wanted to come up to help, was held back by the Second Aunt and the Third Aunt.

And the urn in Yi Zhonghai's arms was also snatched away in the process.

The white ash inside the box was scattered into the sky by people, and even the photo on the lid was gouged out and thrown onto the ground, where it was frantically trampled by feet.

"F*ck, can you watch where you're going? It all got into my mouth, damn it!"

"Ugh..."

"Give me some, give me some, I'll take it back to fertilize my flower pot..."

Very quickly, the scene became chaotic and gradually turned into a large-scale martial arts exchange and sparring session.

Yi Zhonghai was on the verge of tears, thinking to himself that they would let him go now, right?

But soon, the two Liu Guangfu brothers came over holding the urn that only had a bottom left, grabbed a handful of ash, and stuffed it into Yi Zhonghai's mouth.

Clatter, clatter—he directly ate several big mouthfuls.

And the others were also watching this scene with faces full of shock.

"Old Yi is awesome! I knew he was loyal to the ancestors, wishing he could grind the Deaf Old Lady into dust," someone said in shock.

Shazhu: "Godfather, I wronged you; I want to take you as my role model!"

Seeing that Yi Zhonghai even ate the ashes.

They could no longer think of any reason to continue blocking Yi Zhonghai from returning to the Siheyuan.

And Liu Guangfu was still pouring ash into Yi Zhonghai's mouth; since it hadn't been burned very cleanly, it directly made Yi Zhonghai's face turn red and his neck thick as he choked.

Old Yi clutched his throat, looking extremely uncomfortable, and babbled to the crowd: "Water! Quickly give me some water! The old lady's dentures are stuck in my throat!"

Seeing that this man was about to be choked to death, the representative from the Street Office hurriedly took out a large bowl of water, letting Yi Zhonghai wash down the bone fragments.

Zhao Gangzi happened to be just off work, and passing by here, he saw this horrifying and shocking scene, unable to help but feel his scalp tingle, and he almost threw up his breakfast.