Chapter 1410: Zhang Cheng

Wild Goose Pond, a street filled with neon lights.

Standing where he was, Zhang Cheng could no longer distinguish the direction.

Looking around, he asked curiously: "Did I come here just now?"

"Three minutes ago, we just passed by!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Zhou Zenong was on the verge of a breakdown, because he didn't understand at all what this guy was looking for.

"Is that so? Hahaha, it seems like sending warmth tonight won't work!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhang Cheng had intended to come back to "alleviate poverty," but now it seemed there was no way.

Looking at Zhang Cheng beside him, Zhou Zenong carried his bag, his eyes full of vigilance as he asked: "Where are we going next?"

"How much compensation did Little Ma give?"

Glancing at Zhou Zenong, Zhang Cheng walked to a roadside stall and ordered two bowls of hot dry noodles.

Looking at the hot dry noodles Zhang Cheng handed him, Zhou Zenong said slowly: "Two hundred thousand!"

"Roar, he's quite smart!"

Narrowing his eyes, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but stir them, then took a big slurp.

Speaking indistinctly, Zhang Cheng looked at Zhou Zenong and said: "Send it back to your family. Next, we are leaving this place!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in shock, Zhou Zenong was stunned, his face full of confusion.

Because this was money he had snatched from Brother Ma's hands; why should he send it to his family?

"The things coming up will get people killed! Leave some settlement money for your family!"

Speaking to Zhou Zenong, Zhang Cheng placed the finished bowl and chopsticks on the table.

"Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng suspiciously, Zhou Zenong was shocked, because if he really took the money and ran, where would this guy find him?

"Are you crazy? If you run, what about your wife and kids? I'm a hardened bandit, the kind with no humanity!"

Looking at Zhou Zenong beside him, Zhang Cheng stared at him as if he were an idiot.

Because what kind of brainless joke was this? Didn't he know he was a person who didn't follow the rules of martial arts?

It doesn't matter if you take the money and run, but if you get caught by him, then you'll really be brainless!

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Zhou Zenong's eyes widened, because he seemed to have forgotten this.

One hour later, when Zhou Zenong returned, his eyes were full of solemnity.

Because for these five years, he had taken the blame for his brother and gone to prison, and his family had had a very hard time!

Looking at Zhou Zenong's state, Zhang Cheng patted his shoulder and said: "Rest easy, follow Big Brother, and you'll have everything. When the time comes, buy stocks in reverse, and you'll have a villa by the sea!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng beside him, Zhou Zenong felt that the probability of them dying on the street was higher, because this guy's way of doing things was too ruthless!

"What now?"

Smoking a cigarette, Zhou Zenong's heart was full of melancholy.

"No money? Let's go find someone to borrow some!"

Standing up, Zhang Cheng straightened his shirt and walked forward.

And just after Zhang Cheng finished this sentence, Zhou Zenong said in shock: "You still know people here?"

"No, but we will definitely meet some 'fated people'!"

Giving a thumbs-up to Zhou Zenong, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Looking at Zhang Cheng in shock, Zhou Zenong was full of confusion, because what kind of messy talk was this? "Fated people"?

Weaving through the small alleys, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but hum a little tune: "If you feel happy and you know it, clap your hands; if you feel pain and you know it, clap your hands; if you feel death, then take two steps."

"Stop singing, okay? My head is full of clapping hands and taking two steps now!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Zhou Zenong finally couldn't hold it in anymore, because what kind of genius was this? A master of both literature and physical arts, huh?

Not only does he kill people when he takes action, but his singing is the same!

Turning his head to look at Zhou Zenong, Zhang Cheng asked suspiciously: "Is my adaptation not good to listen to?"

"Adaptation isn't just messing around!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Zhou Zenong revealed an expression of helplessness.

And hearing Zhou Zenong's words, Zhang Cheng stroked his chin and said: "You're right, I'll sing Huangmei Opera; I'm familiar with that!"

"Since I was little, my parents told me that Huangmei Opera isn't easy to sing..." ===== CHAPTER 1411 =====