The two thieves arrived in front of a bungalow, took out their keys to open the door and walked in.
Yang Ming took advantage of this chance and aggressively leaped toward them.
The thief who entered the house last was preparing to close the door when suddenly he felt a strong force pushing the door in the opposite direction. Before he could understand what was happening, the doorknob had already slipped out of his hand. He wanted to figure out what was happening but all he saw was a fist that gradually increased in size and eventually landed on the front of his face! What he felt afterward was dizziness unlike the clear mind he had before, and then gradually he didnât know what was happening anymore.
Yang Ming wanted this exact effect. Even though he had the confidence to knock down these two brats, if he saw a better chance, why would he risk it? Therefore, Yang Ming used his full force to knock right into this thiefâs forehead.
Even though Yang Mingâs punch couldnât really be counted as some sort of metal punch, when he played the punching bell at the fair, he could easily knock out a force of 100 kg which was the maximum force limit. Yang Ming didnât know what the actual force of his punch was since he never measured it before. He wasnât a professional boxer and the fairâs limit was just 100 kg. Even if that was the case, Yang Ming didnât think that this brat would be able to stand up after such a strong knock on his head.
Of the two, one person was down. The remaining one would be pretty easy to handle. However Yang Ming wanted to play would be completely his decision.
âBig brother, why did you take such a long time to close the door? Letâs quickly discuss this and claim our prize!â The person who had entered walked out of the house impatiently. When he saw a person that he didnât recognize standing at his door, he was shocked. âYou⌠Who are you?â
As his words came out, he saw his older brother lying down by the front door. His face turned black, and he went into a panic and shouted, âWhat do you want to do? House robbery! You⌠donât come near me, Iâm calling someone!â
House robbery? Yang Ming didnât know whether he should laugh or cry. The ones who actually were in a house robbery were you guys, right? But when Yang Ming saw his jellyfish-like face, he thought it was funny. Yang Ming thought he would be a tough guy. What a waste of his muscles! Yang Ming thought that he was pretty courageous, but he didnât have such broad shoulders like this guy has. Thus, Yang Ming confirmed that these two people were definitely stealing for the first time.
âCall someone? Sure, call the police to come over. Tell them that there are two thieves here that had just finished one case!â Yang Ming interjected.
âYou⌠Who are you? How do you knowâŚâ The expression of the person in front of him shifted, and in his eyes, there was a trace of violence. âF*** you. Go die!â
The person in front took a screwdriver and forcefully jabbed it toward Yang Mingâs belly.
Whenever Yang Ming fought in the past, he would never take weapons. He hated those people who used knives. A fight meant that you wanted to give the other person a lesson, but when you use a knife, this meant that you want to take the life of the other person!
Yang Ming raised his eyebrow and dodged the attack. While the person was still stepping forward to attack him, Yang Ming kicked the guyâs private part. Yang Ming rarely used this type of sinister action, but he would do it without hesitation whenever he met anyone who used weapons.
Pak dak. The screwdriver fell to the ground. The person in front knelt down painfully, with both of his hands holding his crotch and mumbled.
âHand over the item!â Yang Ming who didnât quite care if he was in pain, grabbed his hair and pulled him up before pushing him into the wall.
âWhat, what item?â The eyes of the person no longer had that sense of violence. What took its place was fear â a deep sense of fear!
â âThereâs no chance that he would know that I took the lottery ticket. Since the lottery ticket is in my big brotherâs trouser pocket, if I donât admit it he canât do anything about it!â Yang Ming surprisingly found out that he was able to see through the guyâs thoughts again!
âHmph, you must be thinking that if you donât admit it, I would think that you didnât take anything?â Yang Ming sneered.
The person nodded subconsciously, then immediately shook his head.
â âHeâs testing me! I must not leak out anything!â
âYou think I am testing you?â Yang Ming smiled and let him go. Then, Yang Ming went to the person who he knocked out earlier and took out the lottery ticket from the pocket. While doing all these things, he used the rest of his eyesight to watch the person and ensure that the guy did not sneak up on him. However, it seemed that this person was too afraid to do anything.
â âHow did he know? Thatâs impossible!â
âLet me give you a chance right now. Tell me why you went to Yang Dahaiâs house to steal this lottery ticket.â Yang Ming was already sure that these two people knew his father or else they wouldnât be calling him âOld Yangâ!
âWhat are you saying? I donât know. This was a lottery ticket that my big brother bought two days ago. I donât really know the Yang Dahai you are talking aboutâŚâ denied the person.
â âHow did he know about Yang Dahai? Whatâs his relationship to Yang Dahai?â
âI am Yang Ming, Yang Dahaiâs son!â Yang Ming said suddenly.
âHow⌠How do you know what I am thinking⌠â The person stared at Yang Ming as he trembled.
âI was guessing it because your eyes were lying to me.â Yang Ming, of course, wouldnât be telling him his secret. âLast chance â tell me everything or else I will beat you both up another round and hand you to the police!â
â âStill need to beat us up another round?â The person was obviously frightened.
âYes, I donât mind telling you another thing. I have just come out of jail and have a lot of brothers in there. Once you are both inside, they will take care of you for me every day,â threatened Yang Ming.
âAre you are sure you wonât be telling the police?â The person said while he jittered.
âDo you think you have a choice?â Yang Ming shrugged. âEven if you donât say it, itâs no loss to me. When you are at the police station you would have to tell them everything as well.â
âOkay, I will speak!â The person knew what Yang Ming said was true. Even if he didnât confess now, he would still have to tell everything once he was at the police station.
Yang Ming nodded his head signaling him to continue.
âMy name is Zhang Xiulu; my brotherâs name is Zhang Xiufu. Both of us are Song Jiangâs Car Repair Shopâs mechanics â at the same repair shop with Yang Dahai. Two days ago, master Yang asked my brother to give him some change because the food stall in the restaurant didnât have any change. All he did was to go to the lottery shop across the way to buy a lottery ticketâŚâ
After Yang Ming listened to Zhang Xiuluâs explanation, once again he didnât know whether he should laugh or cry. No wonder â otherwise his father absolutely wouldnât have gone to buy a lottery ticket. Once he had bought it, he definitely would just have thrown it aside. It wasnât even a surprise that it fell to the bottom of the bed because he would never believe that he could win the lottery! Based on the present situation, it seemed like he had hit the jackpot and these two brothers had become so greedy that they wanted to steal the lottery ticket!
Based on this sentence, should he be thanking these two brothers? If it werenât for them, this lottery ticket would have been gone!
âThen, you both realized that he hit the lottery and wanted to claim it as your own. Did I get you right?â Yang Ming continued based on what the person said.
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