"What did you say? What exactly happened?"
Chen Jianghe grabbed Zhang Peng's clothes, his eyes bloodshot.
After three years in prison, he suspected all of Chen Zhiming's enemies, but never Shao Wan; she had no reason to harm Chen Zhiming.
"Jianghe, after Uncle Chen died, Sister Shao closed the arcade. All of us were dismissed by Sister Shao, but less than two months later, the arcade reopened, only the owner had changed to Li Jindi!"
Zhang Peng pursed his lips and spoke slowly.
"How did the arcade end up in Li Jindi's hands?"
When Li Jindi was young, he used to follow Chen Zhiming. Later, Li Jindi acknowledged a Big Brother and went out on his own, and his relationship with Chen Zhiming faded.
Before the incident, Chen Jianghe had seen Li Jindivisit his father several times.
"I don't know either. I only know that after the arcade reopened, Sister Shao also followed Li Jindi. It was less than two months in total. I heard people say that Sister Shao and Li Jindi conspired to kill Uncle Chen because Uncle Chen refused to let Li Jindi buy shares!"
Zhang Peng said, gritting his teeth.
"Just because my father wouldn't let them buy shares, they killed my father?"
Chen Jianghe punched the nearby courtyard wall, his fist bleeding, but he didn't notice the pain.
"It should be. That's what the hooligans on North Street are saying. Those few hooligans who did the cutting were also protected. I heard the most severe one was only sentenced to seven years, and the lightest ones were out in a few months. If there wasn't money being thrown around behind the scenes, they wouldn't have been sentenced so lightly!"
Zhang Peng continued.
Chen Jianghe was only sentenced to four and a half years for injuring a few people, but those hooligans who killed Chen Zhiming got a maximum of seven years. There must have been someone pulling strings behind the scenes.
When something happens, whoever benefits the most in the end is the biggest suspect.
Li Jindi and Shao Wan were clearly the biggest suspects.
"Li Jindi, Shao Wan, just you wait. This grudge, I will surely avenge!"
Chen Jianghe clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with hatred.
"Jianghe, I also want to avenge Uncle Chen, but we don't have the ability!" Zhang Peng said helplessly, "Now Li Jindi is strong and powerful, we can't afford to provoke him!"
"No matter how awesome Li Jindi is, he only has one life. The fairest thing in this world is that everyone only has one life!" Chen Jianghe said coldly.
"Who the hell is making noise? Get lost!"
Just then, the courtyard gate was suddenly pulled open, and a young man in his early twenties, with hair as messy as a bird's nest, walked out, smoking a cigarette.
"Brother, I'm sorry, we...!"
Zhang Peng quickly lowered his head to apologize, but Chen Jianghe suddenly rushed over, grabbed the young man's head, and slammed it against the wall.
"Bang!"
The young man groaned and fell softly, his head bleeding.
"Damn it, someone's causing trouble, get the weapons!"
The two young men inside were puffing on cigarettes. Hearing the commotion, they quickly rolled off the bed, pulled knives from underneath, and rushed out.
"Jianghe!"
Zhang Peng shouted, then lowered his head to look for a brick, following Chen Jianghe into the courtyard.
Chen Jianghe didn't stop, charging fiercely at the young man in front. The young man raised his machete and swung it hard at Chen Jianghe. Chen Jianghe suddenly darted, punching the young man in the throat.
Pfft!
The young man's eyes bulged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, falling to the ground.
Zila!
The other young man's knife also came down, cutting Chen Jianghe's shoulder. Blood instantly gushed out, and the intense pain stimulated Chen Jianghe's mind. His eyes instantly turned blood red.
He ferociously grabbed the back of the knife, kicked the young man, and sent him sprawling.
"Damn you!"
Zhang Peng roared, pouncing on the young man, slamming the brick hard on his face, which was soon covered in red and white.
"Big Brother, stop, stop!"
The young man frantically protected his head, begging for mercy.
"Dapeng!"
Chen Jianghe pulled Zhang Peng up. Zhang Penggasped for breath and slowly calmed down. With the way he was hitting, a few more hits and the kid's head would have been smashed.
"Jianghe, are you okay?"
Seeing Chen Jianghe's shoulder bleeding, Zhang Pengthrew away the brick, his face full of worry.
"It's nothing, a superficial wound. Tell them to get lost!"
Chen Jianghe pulled open his clothes and glanced at the wound on his shoulder; it wasn't deep.
"Get lost, do you hear me? Hurry up and get out!"
It was useless to deal with these few punks. Zhang Peng kicked and shoved, driving the three punks to the door.
"Wait!"
Chen Jianghe suddenly spoke, "Go back and tell Shao Wan, she can't take my things!"
"Brother, who exactly are you?"
The young man with a bloody face asked, gritting his teeth.
"Chen Jianghe!"
"It's you?"
The three punks were greatly shocked and left in a hurry.
Shao Wan had arranged for them to be there to make Chen Jianghe homeless, but she didn't expect Chen Jianghe to be so fierce, taking them all down.
"Jianghe, we've offended Shao Wan now!"
Zhang Peng's face was full of worry. The housing prices in Pengcheng were slowly rising now. A standalone small building like this could be worth at least three or four hundred thousand.
This was not a small sum, and Shao Wan would not give up easily.
"This is just the beginning!"
Getting this small building back was just the beginning.
The house had been terribly trashed by those three young men. There were discarded cigarette butts, lunch boxes, and various household garbage everywhere.
Zhang Peng tidied up briefly. Seeing Chen Jianghe's shoulder still bleeding, he quickly took him to a nearby illegal clinic.
"Sister Liu, please help my brother take a look!"
Zhang Peng said, fawning, to the beautiful young woman in the clinic.
The beautiful young woman was wearing a white coat, looked to be in her early thirties, with long black hair tied in a ponytail, wearing black-rimmed Eyeglasses. Beneath the white coat was an uncontainable ample bosom.
It was at least a C-cup or larger by estimation.
This was another woman with a well-endowed figure.
"Come in!"
The beautiful young woman glanced at the two of them, expressionless, and told Chen Jianghe to come in and take off his shirt. However, when Chen Jianghetook off his clothes, the beautiful young woman's gaze lingered on his body.
Chen Jianghe had spent three years in prison, enduring difficult days inside. Every day, he would recall and practice the Quan Jing (Fist Sutra) passed down by his grandfather.
His grandfather was a martial artist when he was young, and had even been on the battlefield, killing enemies. Chen Zhiming was able to establish himself on North Street by being a good fighter, having served in the military, and being ruthless.
But he never would have imagined that he would eventually be hacked to death on the street.
Chen Jianghe had practiced Quan Jing (Fist Sutra) for three years inside, and when he took off his clothes, he revealed a well-defined physique, which was very attractive to a beautiful young woman in her thirties like her.
"It's a flesh wound, not serious. I'll stitch it up for you!"
The beautiful young woman paused, and her tone became less cold.
Disinfection, stitching, no anesthesia.
This kind of illegal clinic was the favorite place for people from the underworld. Unless the injury was too severe, everyone preferred to come to places like this.
Otherwise, going to the Hospital would mean the Hospital notifying the law enforcement team, and that would be the end of it.