Chapter 113: Why The Hell Are You Hitting Me!
I have to say, the quality of things these days is pretty good. The stool smashed right on that guy’s head, clanging to the ground with a bang, and it didn’t even break!
“Ah~~”
The younger brother who got hit had blood gushing from his head like broken pulp, a stream of hot blood immediately splattering his face.
“You!!” Louzi’s face changed instantly. He didn’t expect Cao Weida to actually make a move just like that.
“What, you got a problem?” Cao Weida looked down at him disdainfully, his expression even more arrogant than his. He grabbed his hair and yanked him over, slapping him with a ‘pa’.
“You’ve got some guts, huh? Daring to talk to me like that on my turf? This old man hates it most when people point fingers at me. Next time, this old man will chop off all his fingers!”
Louzi, slapped across the face, turned red with anger, especially in front of his younger brothers—it was utterly humiliating!
Most crucially, if you hate people pointing at you, why not hit the one pointing? Why hit me for no damn reason!
“Brothers, get him!!”
But the next moment, the words caught in his throat.
Why?
Because a Browning gun muzzle was already stuffed in his mouth!
Clearly squinting with a smile, yet a chill hit him in the face. “Looks like you’re really arrogant, huh? Daring to openly assault a patrolman?”
“Good, good. Looks like I’ve been too mild lately, making some people think I’m easy to bully. Let’s get some exercise.”
The next second, Cao Weida’s face turned icy cold as he grabbed his scalp and smashed his head to the ground.
Bang~~
“Ah~~ Cao, you bastard, if you’ve got the guts, don’t use a gun. Be a man—we’ll fight one-on-one!”
“One-on-one, huh!”
Bang~
“No gun, right!”
Bang~
“When you all bullied an old man, how come you didn’t think to be men then!”
Bang~
“This old man will kill you, you beast with a human face and animal heart!”
Bang~~
The younger brothers looked terrified, sneaking backward. The next moment, the gun muzzle pointed at them: “Those who don’t wanna die, get over here and squat properly! If anyone runs, don’t blame the bullets for not having eyes!”
The younger brothers’ steps froze instantly. With long faces, they shuffled over and squatted, each hugging their heads, seething inside:
‘You’ve already beat our boss—why beat us too!’
Not far away, the neighbor who had just chatted with Cao Weida peeked out one eye. Gradually, quite a few onlookers stopped to watch.
“Tsk, Cao Ye is mighty! That bastard Louzi should’ve been dealt with long ago—he’s way too infuriating.”
“Who says otherwise? That bastard drinks people’s blood. I’d say, just shoot him and be done!”
“Sigh, pity Old Sun got screwed to death by his son.”
“Hey, I’d say Louzi is the real scum. I reckon he eyed Old Sun’s ancestral house, set a trap on purpose to screw over that kid Ping An.”
Clang~
Splash~~
A solid wooden stool was smashed into five pieces.
Looking at the ground, Louzi and all those younger brothers—every single one—lay wailing.
As for the ringleader Louzi?
He had already passed out.
Cao Weida stood up straight, stretching his limbs contentedly with a slight smile. “Whew, that tired me out. Beating people sure is exhausting work.”
On the ground, the younger brothers beaten bloody and battered stared at him like he was a demon god.
Listen, listen—is that even human talk!?
We’re the ones getting beat—we are!!!
Seeing Cao Weida stop, the neighbor finally came out with a kettle, putting on an act: “Cao Ye, no more beating. If someone dies here, how am I supposed to do my small business?”
With that, he lifted the water kettle and splashed it on Louzi’s face.
“Ah, this…” Cao Weida instinctively wanted to stop him.
“Ouch, Cao Ye, wake up—it’s bad luck to have a dead man in front of my shop.”
Whoosh~~
The whole kettle of water poured onto Louzi’s face.
‘Awoo~~’
Louzi, who had been unconscious, suddenly leaped three feet high the next moment, letting out a bloodcurdling scream, clutching his face and rolling on the ground in agony.
Cao Weida looked odd. “I wasn’t trying to stop you, but… are you sure that water was cold water?”
Good grief, when someone’s ruthless, they’re really ruthless. He had seen with his own eyes that the kettle was steaming hot…
The neighbor froze, then slapped his thigh with an “oh no”: “Oops, I grabbed the wrong kettle!”
“…” Heh, do you think I believe that?
Cao Weida rolled his eyes inwardly but had no intention of blaming him. A scum like Louzi who disregarded human life and committed every evil—what was there to pity?
The surrounding younger brothers fearfully shrank back a bit, staring at the neighbor in horror. You think we’re blind or stupid? You really think we can’t tell it was on purpose?!
Water that hot, and you felt nothing carrying it?!
No need to think—they knew their boss was definitely disfigured.
“Be more careful next time, don’t be so careless. Hurry and get another kettle of cold water to rinse him?” Cao Weida said indifferently. He hadn’t expected this neighbor to be so bold—didn’t he fear revenge?
The neighbor grinned sheepishly（with a bad smile） and nodded. “Yes, yes, I’m just careless. I’ll definitely be more careful next time.”
Cover-up!
This is absolutely a cover-up!
The younger brothers screamed inwardly, but none dared say it aloud.
Cao Weida swept a cold glare over them, and they instantly fell silent like cicadas in winter. This man was too fierce—they couldn’t afford to provoke him.
If he gave them the same treatment, that’d be the end!
Ptoo~~
After rinsing with cold water, Louzi finally improved a bit.
He spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood and broken teeth, straightened up, glaring at Cao Weida with hatred, then at the guilty neighbor, murder surging wildly in his eyes.
His face was scalded raw, his hideous expression terrifying.
“Cao Ye, you’ve beaten him—gas out now, right? It was my brother’s fault today. Don’t worry, later I’ll make sure the brothers come to your door to ‘properly’ apologize!”
Yo, did he think he could walk away scot-free?
“Got a report from the people—you’re suspected of intentional killing. Now I’m taking you back to the police station. Hey you, lend me some rope from your house.”
Louzi clearly hadn’t expected Cao Weida to not let him go. He moved too much, tugging his scalded face, and wailed again.
As Cao Weida’s hand pressed down, forgetting the pain, he yelled: “Cao, you sure you wanna go this far?!”
“I’m telling you, I’m Scarface’s man—my big brother follows Officer Tian Yuan! You not afraid of burning bridges?!”
Officer Tian Yuan?
“You mean Chief Consultant Tada Naoyoshi of the police station?”
“That’s Taijun Tada Naoyoshi—scared now, huh? I’m telling you, you better let this old man go, or my big brother definitely won’t let you off!”
Hearing this, Cao Weida couldn’t help laughing. Using Tada Naoyoshi to pressure this old man?
You probably don’t know this old man knows Tada Naoyoshi too, and is even doing business for him.
“Oof, you scared me—my heart’s pounding like thump-thump.” Cao Weida grinned. Just as Louzi thought his bluff worked, Cao Weida’s face changed, and he slapped him again.
Pa~
“Ah~~~”
“Damn, disgusting.” Cao Weida, hand covered in dead skin, shook it off in disgust and said coldly: “This old man doesn’t care who your backer is. This is my jurisdiction, Cao Weida’s turf. Dare break the law here, and you’re going against this old man!”
“Good!!”
“Cao Ye, well done!”
Cao Weida’s words were invigorating—the surrounding onlookers cheered one after another.
“Alright, alright, no more cheering. Don’t you people have anything better to do? It’s over—disperse and get back to your business.” Cao Weida laughed and cursed, then said to the neighbor: “Man, help out—get some water to wash this.”
Louzi clearly hadn’t expected even pulling out Officer Tian Yuan’s big leg to get no face from Cao Weida. After wailing, he panicked a bit.
“Cao, you dare not give Taijun Tian Yuan face!?”
“As if Officer Tian Yuan would make a fuss over a small fry like you. You think too highly of yourself.”
Shaking his hand, Cao Weida sneered sidelong at him. “I’m telling you, you won’t leave here intact today. Intentional killing—death penalty in every era!”
“I-I didn’t intentionally kill! I came to get my own money back. Why say I intentionally killed!” Seeing Cao Weida really wasn’t letting him go and might kill him, Louzi fully panicked.
“Since ancient times, owing debt means paying it back—it’s only right. Old Sun owed money and wouldn’t pay, wouldn’t use the house to settle it. Beating him was reasonable!”
“He was old and weak and died—that’s not my fault!”
“So much bullshit.” Cao Weida was too lazy to bother with him. These people were shameless… well, now he really had no face.
Anyway, they always found excuses to justify themselves.
Cao Weida wasn’t wasting words—take them back, get evidence, then drag outside the city and shoot.
Right, case handling in this era was that simple. As long as there’s evidence… or often no real evidence needed—just one piece, and shoot.
“Damn, I just wanted a peaceful haircut, and you had to stir trouble!” Cao Weida was pissed inside. In that short time, he’d lost some slacking points—his breathing hurt from the pain.
But letting scum like Louzi walk free? He couldn’t swallow that.
The country was already in difficulty, the people living hard enough. Instead of serving the nation, they did evil and harmed locals. Falling into this old man’s hands—not killing you would betray my conscience!
Grabbing the rope, he tied them one by one together, then roped their necks like leashing dogs.
“You lot—told you to scatter and you didn’t. Love watching a show, huh? Fine, easy—come help me escort these bastards to the police station!”
Several bold ones from the crowd eagerly stepped up to help, not forgetting to thumbs-up Cao Weida: “Cao Ye, you’re the man! These bastard Louzi and crew, riding their connections, have been lording it up. Several families ruined, homes destroyed—should’ve dealt with them long ago!”
“Oh? Brother, what’s your name? Tell me about it?” Cao Weida handed over a smoke. This guy seemed to know the story—perfect, he needed evidence.
It was still devil occupation times—killing innocents a bit, no one would ask.
But after liberation, those lovely folks would review old case records—one basis to screen patrolmen good or bad.
For a safe and sound post-liberation, every case he handled must be justified with evidence, leaving no flaws.
