Chapter 440: Revised: Chapter 440 Unknown Factor
Bin and the others saw him making such a shameless comparison and laughed uncontrollably, nearly bursting into tears.
Zhang Dadan shook his head and laughed wildly: "You dare compare yourself to my fart? Let me tell you, you’re not even worth a fart of mine!"
Everyone burst into even more laughter, but Long Hair was trembling with fear. Would he really deal with him so harshly?
Why did I have to provoke him again? Isn’t it just a beating? In this line of work, isn’t it normal to get beaten up?
Long Hair slapped himself and cried, "Big brother...Big brother...I’m wrong, I have sinned. I dare not compare to your fart, please spare me!"
Zhang Dadan saw him crying like a child and found it even more amusing. A man in his thirties being scared like this—was it really necessary?
If you had just behaved yourself, would you be in this situation today? You’re asking for trouble!
Zhang Dadan patted him on the head and asked, "Why don’t you learn from your mistakes? Last night, I was kind enough to spare you."
"But you dared to gather a mob to beat me up again? Are you tired of living? If you want to die, I’ve no reason not to fulfill your wish!"
Long Hair, hearing this, trembled even more, slapping himself in an attempt to invoke pity from Zhang Dadan.
"Enough! Stop it, if you keep going, your wife won’t even recognize you!" Zhang Dadan laughed.
Seeing that Zhang Dadan did not intend to make a move himself, Bin stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Zhang, just say the word—should we break his hand or his foot?"
Though Long Hair had been around for years, he had never had real conflicts with tough people. When he heard Bin’s question, he almost fainted from fear.
Zhang Dadan looked at Long Hair, who was drenched in sweat and kneeling weakly, and sighed, "Forget it!"
It wasn’t that Zhang Dadan was kind-hearted; it was just that Long Hair didn’t deserve to die. He didn’t want to create unnecessary trouble over such a person.
Long Hair, lying limp on the ground, felt invigorated upon hearing that Zhang Dadan would spare him. He kowtowed several times in gratitude.
His sudden act left Zhang Dadan feeling awkward. Do I look like a villain oppressing the innocent?
"Alright! Stop kowtowing!"
Zhang Dadan lightly kicked him and instructed, "Considering you show no remorse, if I let you off easily, it wouldn’t be appropriate."
"Fine, here’s the deal—you must donate the remaining nineteen thousand yuan to the orphanage."
"I will have someone check. If it’s not donated, I will break your third leg, and your wife will truly be out getting her hair done every day!"
Money is important, but life is more important. Long Hair, seeing that he could settle it with money, quickly said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang. I’ll definitely donate...I will...I will..."
"Why are you still here? Do you need me to beat you up to make you leave satisfied?" Zhang Dadan threatened when he saw Long Hair still lingering.
Long Hair hurriedly wiped the sweat and tears from his face, stood up tremblingly, bowed several times to Zhang Dadan, and ran away for his life!
After Long Hair left, Zhang Dadan glanced at Bin and the others and asked, "How much did he pay you guys?"
Bin smirked and replied, "He promised five thousand, but only gave a two-thousand deposit. The remaining three thousand would be paid after beating you."
Five thousand yuan? The once famous and mighty Brother Bin actually took up a job as a thug for just five thousand yuan?
Zhang Dadan sighed, took out a thousand yuan from last night, stuffed it into Bin’s hand, and said, "Take this money and buy yourselves a meal."
Bin initially wanted to refuse, but seeing Zhang Dadan’s sincerity, he stopped pretending and accepted the thousand yuan.
"I have to go to the bus station; you all do whatever you need to do." Zhang Dadan waved to everyone and turned to leave.
As Bin gripped the money, watching Zhang Dadan’s departing figure, a sudden urge to be loyal surged within him.
"Huang Mao, from now on, we’re Mr. Zhang’s men!" Bin scanned his ragged crew and murmured.
Zhang Dadan arrived at the bus station around eight o’clock, just in time for the first bus to Stone Town.
After buying the ticket and getting on the bus, Zhang Dadan received a call from little Li at the shop, informing him that there was indeed paranormal activity in the town last night and there were no customers at the shop this morning.
Hanging up the phone, Zhang Dadan felt uneasy. Although he could now draw talismans, whether they could deal with a ’group’ of dead children was still uncertain.
Upon returning to Stone Town, as soon as he got out of the bus station, he sensed something unusual—many fruit stands opposite the station were missing.
The more remote streets were even more deserted, eerily quiet. Fortunately, the town center’s commercial area remained bustling as usual.
Zhang Dadan navigated through alleys to the town center’s Jiji, but there were no fewer customers in the shop; it didn’t match little Li’s exaggerated description.
Seeing him enter, little Li behind the counter quickly came forward and urgently said, "Mr. Zhang, you finally returned. Last night, there were really ghosts in our town!"
"What exactly happened? The shop seems quite busy today," Zhang Dadan found an empty seat and asked curiously.
Little Li, standing aside, scanned the customers and explained, "Our shop usually gets busy around seven, but today it didn’t pick up until nine!"
Hearing this, Zhang Dadan glanced around and noticed that most customers were just having breakfast, rarely ordering lavish dishes.
Moreover, all of them were talking about ghost stories, suggesting there was indeed something unclean in the town.
"Alright, little Li, get back to work. Just get me some tea," Zhang Dadan ordered, staying behind to eavesdrop on customers’ conversations about the supernatural.
According to the tales, around ten o’clock last night, a large group of children were playing near the slaughterhouse road.
Passersby assumed they were local kids and didn’t think much of it. Some even approached to tease the children.
But as they got closer, they discovered the children’s feet were hovering in the air, completely clean.
Panicked, the passerby ran, but no matter how fast he ran, the children followed close behind, relentlessly.
And this passerby happened to be the butcher from the slaughterhouse, usually quite brave. In his terror, he still managed to take a photo with his phone.
When the flash went off, the children suddenly disappeared, leaving only withered branches and leaves on the road in the photo.
Back home, the butcher grew more uneasy and posted the incident on his WeChat Moments.
Shockingly, he wasn’t the only one who experienced such an eerie event; several butchers from the slaughterhouse and workers from nearby factories experienced it too.
If only one person had encountered this, it could be explained as a hallucination or poor mental state.
But so many people experiencing the same eerie event on the same night in the same place was truly horrifying.
In just one night, the ghost stories near the slaughterhouse road spread throughout Stone Town.