Infinite Movie World

Chapter 140 The Poverty of the Poor Family (Part 1)
The shopkeeper took two steps back, stared at Xufeng cautiously, and asked, "What does he have to do with this lunatic?"

Xufeng said in a cold voice: "It's okay, it's just a rough road."

The owner frowned and said, "He robbed my roast duck and didn't pay for it. I should hit him!"

Xufeng said coldly: "Then there is no need to fight to death, if someone is killed, can you afford it?"

The shop owner knew he was wrong, and his face was red and black.

"Then, he robbed my roast duck, shouldn't he lose money?"

Xufeng asked coldly and arrogantly: "It's just a roast duck, how much is it!"

"Five Hong Kong dollars! Will you give it?" The shopkeeper stretched out his hand to Chao Xufeng.

"..." Xufeng touched his pocket and realized that he had no money at all.

"Oh, it's okay, I'm just asking." Xufeng said calmly.

The owner of the store suddenly showed contempt, "You are dressed like a dog, so you can't even pay five Hong Kong dollars! Humph, if you want to take care of this old madman, then you can pay him. If you can't pay him, you will be beaten for him Bar!"

Xufeng's heart was burning with anger, but after thinking about it, he became happy.

The shopkeeper and the guy looked like ordinary people, they had no martial arts training, and they had almost no strength and agility.

And Xufeng is now at level 6 strength, let alone fighting, even killing them is a matter of minutes.

——Of course, it's just a small dispute. There's no need to kill someone for a 5 Hong Kong dollar Bazhen roast duck.

Xufeng now has a "fashion cloth shirt" with +10 armor, just to test his armor tolerance.

The corner of Xufeng's mouth hooked slightly, "Okay, I will let you punch three times, no matter whether you are dead or alive, you will be settled after the punching."

The owner looked down and saw that more than half of his Bazhen Roast Duck had entered the homeless man's stomach, and his loss was irreparable.

The shopkeeper's face trembled, he clenched his fists tightly, and said fiercely: "Boy, my fists are very heavy. With your small body, if I punch you, I'm afraid I will hurt you internally. "

Xufeng sneered, and stood calmly with his hands behind his back, "Come on."

"Arrogance!" The shopkeeper raised his chin at one of his employees.

The guy clenched his fists and screamed strangely, hitting Xufeng's chest.

Xufeng instinctively wanted to use the crane shape to dodge, but at the last moment she still held back.

He stood firmly in place, motionless.

boom!
The guy punched Xufeng in the chest, then took two steps back, clutching his wrist with pain on his face.

Xufeng didn't change his face, and he didn't have any injuries on his body.

+10 armor attribute, really good!
Xufeng was overjoyed secretly.

The other guy frowned, walked around behind Xufeng, and kicked Xufeng hard in the back.

boom!
Xufeng remained motionless, while the guy fell to the ground, clutching his ankle and screaming.

The shopkeeper looked at Xufeng in astonishment, "You, how did you do it?"

Xufeng smiled lightly, "There is one more chance, do you want to fight?"

The shopkeeper looked at the miserable situation of his two fellows, and swallowed hard, "...it's just a roast duck, forget it!"

Xufeng said with a smile: "A very wise decision."

The shopkeeper said viciously: "This tramp is a lunatic, he won't accept your favor, next time he dares to come and snatch my duck, I will beat him to death! Let's go!"

The two guys followed the shopkeeper, and got out of the crowd of onlookers in a panic.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the crowd of onlookers dispersed quickly—everyone was so concerned that they had nothing to do with themselves.

Xufeng sighed helplessly, wrinkled her nose and squatted beside the homeless man.

He smelled like he had just been fished out of a slop bucket.

Xufeng asked angrily: "Uncle, where is your home, I will take you back."

The homeless man looked at Xufeng in fear, and while chewing the greasy roast duck, he mumbled, "Don't steal my roast duck! Don't steal my roast duck!"

Xufeng said helplessly: "Don't worry, I won't steal your roast duck."

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach grumbled in protest.

"You still said that you don't want to steal my roast duck!" The homeless man quickly hugged the roast duck in his arms, got up and ran.

"Hey!" Xufeng was afraid that something would happen to the homeless man, so he hurriedly followed behind.

The homeless man ran wildly, beating around the bush for several blocks, and finally stopped in a shack near the garbage dump.

After arriving at the shack, the homeless man breathed a sigh of relief, lay down on the simple plank bed, and continued to eat Bazhen roast duck.

He gnawed very seriously, even the star anise, cinnamon and other ingredients in the roast duck's belly were cleaned up one by one, and the duck bones were even crushed and swallowed.

In this way, it was like having never eaten meat in several lifetimes.

Xufeng sighed pitifully, and walked out of the shadows, "So you live here."

The homeless man jumped up in shock, desperately protecting his roast duck.

Xufeng said quickly: "Uncle, don't worry, I really didn't come here for your roast duck, I just wanted to ask you, is your name...Zhou Qingquan?"

Zhou Qingquan is Ye Wen's confidant and friend, and also the first generation of businessmen in Fushan to take the route of "saving the country through industry". Later, he even risked his life to rescue Ye Wen, who was seriously injured by Sang Guobing, from Fushan.

If the homeless man in front of him was Zhou Qingquan, then Ye Wen would be grateful to Xufeng for helping Ye Wen find Zhou Qingquan, a benefactor and friend.

"Zhou...Qingquan?" The homeless man froze for a moment, then shook his head suddenly, "What is Zhou Qingquan! I don't know it! I don't know it!"

Xufeng was about to ask again when she heard a rush of footsteps outside the shack.

"Dad! Daddy!"

A young man in tattered patchwork rushed in.

He was in his 20s, not tall, extremely thin, with sunken cheeks, protruding eye sockets, and a pair of glasses tied together with tape on the bridge of his nose.

The shattered lens was filled with the hot air he exhaled from running wildly.

As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't see the person clearly, so he grabbed Xufeng's arm and asked sharply, "Dad! Where have you been!"

He grabbed it very hard, with half resentment and half sadness.

Xufeng cleared her throat hastily, "Ahem, friend, I got the wrong person."

The young man was startled, quickly took off his eyes, and squinted slightly to look at Xufeng.

After seeing the expensive suit on Xufeng's body, the young man hurriedly took a step back, and said awkwardly, "Mister, I'm sorry."

Xu Feng smiled and said, "It's okay."

... Anyway, I didn't suffer.

The young man ran up to the homeless man, carefully inspected the injuries on the homeless man, and burst into tears with distress.

"father!"

"How many times have I told you!"

"Don't go to the street to steal other people's food!"

"What will you do if you are beaten to death someday!"

The young man cried and yelled at the bum.

The tramp remained unmoved, and continued to gnaw on the last piece of duck butt.

The young man snatched the duck butt, still on the ground, and stomped hard, "Don't eat it! Don't eat it! Don't eat it!"

The homeless man let out a strange cry, knocked the young man away forcefully, lay down on the ground, and stuffed the dirty duck's butt into his mouth.

Xufeng's heart throbbed violently.

All things are sad for poor and lowly families.

(End of this chapter)