Chapter 5608: Adults are So Difficult (Part 3)
"What are you so miserable about, you big bad guy!" Mo Baobao cried out, his voice clear. "Big liar! Give me back my more than thirty Yellow-grade materials!"
"Speak, what's your name?"
"Quickly! No lying!"
"Wuwuwu... Gou... Gousheng!"
All the children choked, seeming unsure of how to respond.
It was Guangguang Daren, with his loud voice, who roared indignantly, "We're asking your name!"
"M-My name is G-Gousheng."
Guangguang Daren: ...
Both looked at Gousheng with immense sympathy, shook their heads, and sighed, thinking simultaneously: We thought poker-faced mom was the worst at naming in the world, but it turns out Gousheng's parents are even worse!
"Speak, why did you lie to people?"
Gousheng cried his heart out. If Guangguang Daren hadn't been gripping the back of his collar, he probably would have recounted his entire life story from birth to now, selling his misery as he spoke. Several innocent little girls were so moved their eyes started to redden.
Guangguang Daren punched him on the head.
"I'm really unlucky," Gousheng cried. "No, if you don't believe me, I'll show you!"
The man wiped his tears and, with his other hand not bound by the God-Locking Rope, gently pulled off a gray cloth headscarf.
Immediately, a patch of scorched, short hair was revealed.
All the children "whoa'd" and gasped, immediately feeling that the big bad guy in front of them was indeed somewhat pathetic.
On his big head, now without the headscarf, half was completely bald, and the other half was also pockmarked, with only a few small clumps of hair standing resiliently on his burnt scalp.
"How did you become like this?" Mo Baobao was startled by his miserable appearance and only then realized that the man's face... also seemed very dark.
He looked exactly as if he had been severely struck by lightning.
Gousheng dramatically threw himself forward, suddenly falling to the ground, hugging Mo Baobao's short legs, and pounding the ground, wailing, "I'm suffering, young master, I'm truly suffering!"
Wasn't it just wanting to make his life better, which is why he thought of setting up gambling dens to scam people?
But what was the result?
The large pile of materials he had scammed yesterday didn't even have time to warm his pockets.
Midway, he was put in a sack and brutally beaten, and all the assets he had scammed yesterday were confiscated.
"You look pretty miserable," Mo Baobao said to him sympathetically.
More than miserable, he was utterly pathetic, wasn't he?
Gousheng, with reddened eyes, hugged Mo Baobao and bawled.
The group of children nearby couldn't help but feel annoyed, chattering, "Uncle, don't cry anymore."
"Uncle, I haven't cried since I was six!"
"Uncle, you're a bit weak!"
Facing these innocent faces and listening to a string of childish remarks, Gousheng truly found it hard to keep crying.
The emotions he had painstakingly brewed up almost vanished instantly.
He gritted his teeth in anger, quickly grabbed Mo Baobao's small robe, re-brewed his emotions, and wailed, "Child, you don't know how miserable your uncle is!"
"So, doing bad things really does bring retribution. One must never take a single wrong step! Otherwise, it will truly be a source of endless regret."
"Uncle," Mo Baobao looked at him suspiciously. "You met my mother yesterday."
Gousheng trembled all over, tears welling up inside him.
He had already told Madam Mo that her son was extraordinarily intelligent and not easy to deceive!
But Madam Mo insisted he follow the plan.