Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 783 - 413: A Dime for 8_1

Being paid fifteen bucks for sitting idle all day was utterly ecstatic news to him. Gleefully accepting the cash, he nodded repeatedly, "Rest assured, Brother Heizi, I’ll keep my eyes peeled. If I fail, feel free to give me a piece of your mind or even bash me up, no complaints."

Heizi looked at him disdainfully and scoffed, "You talk about taking hits, seriously? Anyway, let me tell you, that dude yesterday was poking around our cattle farm business, my boys and I think he is up to no good. Got to keep a keen eye, pal. If anything goes wrong and Brother Fei gets upset, no one can save your ass. Think about what happened to those who pissed Brother Fei off, weigh your options."

It’s not about bullying or threatening in the name of Yan Fei, but considering this guy’s character, a seasoned street-smart. Even though people might pity his current state, he is one of those wretches who are disliked for certain reasons, like mincemeat. Show him a little kindness, and he’ll definitely take advantage of it, perhaps boasting around town after receiving the money that Boss Yan trusts and respects him to conduct a job!

Or even, under the pretense of working for Boss Yan, he could be cooking up some other trouble...

Seeing his reaction confirms all that. Despite Heizi’s contempt, there was no hint of anger, just incessant ebb of nods and smiles, "No worries, Brother Heizi. I won’t let anything go wrong with Brother Fei’s business. I’ll stick around the train station entrance all day, put your heart at ease."

Heizi refrained from prattling further. Since he had already played the Brother Fei card, even if this guy had the guts of a bear, he wouldn’t dare mess with business.

Meanwhile, after gathering some information, Old Ou strolled along the streets. Not far away at the central crossroads, he saw a mute beggar.

This place was once a Supply and Marketing Cooperative. The building was old, but the front eaves facing the street were intact, even the supporting pillars remained sturdy - the mute beggar, who had slept under these eaves last night, was just waking up, slumped against a pillar, gnawing on a bun probably given as alms.

Old Ou continued to walk ahead, pretending not to see him. novelbuddy-cσ๓

After a few steps, seeing a bunch of naughty children running wild since early morning, he quickly join them.

Soon, the group of mischievous kids started running towards him, creating chaos.

"Dongfang Bubai, stop running, there’s an old monster ahead!" shouted a kid, brandishing a broken stick with spirited grandeur at a lad running in front.

Another kid beside him flicked a makeshift whip made from stolen hemp, "Dongfang Bubai, come back and face your death!"

The lad running ahead taunted, "Linghu Chong, Ren Woxing, don’t be so smug. Just wait till I make Yingying my bride, cuddling her every night, let’s see who stresses out..."

However, his taunting slowed him down, and a silent nutty girl was almost upon him. Only when she was about to catch him, she snarled, "Dare to make me your bride, I gonna strangle you..."

This naughty kid was slippery. He crouched to dodge the girl’s lunge, leaped onto the steps in one stride, and ran around the pillar.

The rest followed, shouting and spattering about, waving their broken sticks and makeshift whip, creating deafening clamor.

The mute beggar, who was sitting still, was hit by Ren Woxing’s whip combined with the flailing of Linghu Chong’s ’sacred sword’, looked quite helpless. He had to get up and move.

But the moment he got up and moved, Dongfang Bubai, who was circling around the pillar, got another live target to evade his pursuers, making the beggar a new obstacle.

Whirled around by these naughty kids, the mute beggar barely registered what was happening when a sudden stinging pain shot through his bum. The pain was excruciatingly unbearable, especially without any warning, he couldn’t help but scream in agony.

God damn it!

He only then noticed that the ’swords’ and ’whips’ of these naughty children were all fake, but the needle that Dongfang Bubai had in his hand was genuine.

The damned thing wasn’t even an ordinary sewing needle. It was a crochet needle used by the countryside old men and women when they used miscanthus floridulus to weave pot lids and steamer baskets. It’s like an awl, with a hook on the front. You stab it into something, hook the cotton thread on the hook, and when you pull it out, it will bring the thread with it.

Simply put, this thing is like a torture device. If you stab it into flesh and then pull it out, it directly pulls out a strip of meat. It would be strange if it didn’t hurt.

Anyway, Old Ou, who was hiding in the distance, shivered when he saw this scene.

These naughty kids were way too serious. He only gave them each a dime, asking them to seize the chance to give this guy a poke, with the promise of another dime each if they managed to unmask the fake mute. If a normal person was suddenly pricked, they would surely make a sound. The sound of a real mute person shouting and a regular person shouting must be different, there’s a mute in the cow farm and he was sure he could tell the difference.

But he didn’t expect that these kids were too eager perhaps for the additional dime that was coming. They didn’t know their own strength, and when they poked, even he, who was standing quite a distance away, instinctively covered his own butt.

However, he had confirmed it now. The mute was a fake. This fake mute was actually pretty enduring. After being poked, he only let out a cry, then clutched his face and glared fiercely at the children, making woah woah sounds of intimidation.

Old Ou, who was used to hearing the sounds a mute person makes, could tell clearly. This guy, in his urgency, or perhaps thinking these were just children, didn’t try hard to hide it, and the sound he made was pretty distinct. This sound was a bit different from that of a real mute. Others might not be able to tell, but Old Ou had no problem with it. This could be considered an indirect contribution from the mute working at the cattle farm.

The naughty children were not afraid of this mute beggar at all, and they were very determined to earn their dime. They kept harassing him, until Old Ou, who had confirmed that the mute beggar was a fake, called them over, "Enough, all of you, come over and have your food..."

At this, the naughty children immediately turned and ran over. Once they were out of sight, they surrounded Old Ou, asking for their money—they remembered very clearly that Old Ou promised to give each of them an extra dime if they were successful.

Looking at the bloody flesh on Dongfang Bubai’s crochet needle, Old Ou quickly took the needle away, "If you don’t clean this thing and your mom sees you’ve stabbed someone, you’ll be beaten to death. Remember not to say anything when you get home, or else this money will surely be confiscated."

The naughty children nodded as if pecking rice: "Hurry up and give us the money, don’t be a deadbeat, we know, we’ll definitely not tell when we get home."

Old Ou was pretty generous, he gave them a whole buck, "I don’t have exact change, here’s a buck for all of you, divide it up when you get home. And no fighting over this money, if people at home know, you won’t have a cent."

These naughty kids are cunning! They didn’t care about his words at all. Whoever foolishly goes home and blabs would have their earned money confiscated, wouldn’t they?

Old Ou had completed his task, and quickly went back to call for help. He couldn’t let this phony mute scape.

It was really quite simple, and only cost him a buck eighty.

It’s not that he was heartless. He didn’t expect the children to poke so savagely. Besides, he had already planned that if the beggar was a real mute, he would find a reason to compensate him a bit later. Now discovering he was a fraud, he totally deserved it.

The naughty children joyously dispersed, without noticing his departure and began to discuss how to split the money...

Everyone was happy, except the fake mute who felt pretty unlucky. Little did he know, his streak of bad luck had only just begun!

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