Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1071 - 43 Unlucky Guys_2

Chapter 1071: Chapter 43 Unlucky Guys_2

"What bad things do I have to do to make my Sin Points skyrocket?" Yin Zhijian stroked his chin, lost in thought. He was no longer content with beating up whores and clients, yet there always seemed to be blind fools who walked right up to him.

While passing an alleyway, Yin Zhijian heard a woman’s moan, quite pleasing to the ears, so he quickened his pace and then saw a couple in the midst of their passion.

Seeing a stranger, the woman fiercely flipped him off, then spat out viciously, while the dyed-hair youth cursed a few times.

"Damn, you’re quite lucky with the ladies." Although the woman wasn’t a whore, she was clearly not a respectable woman either. She got drunk and was dragged into the alley by the dyed-hair youth for some fun.

"What are you looking at? Beat it!" The youth shouted at Yin Zhijian, shooing him away.

"What did you say?" Yin Zhijian’s eyes turned ferocious, he pulled out a handgun and fired a shot at the youth’s head.

Whoosh, the bullet flew over the youth’s head, instantly wilting him with fear, he raised his hands, "Bro, this is a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding my ass!" Yin Zhijian walked over, seeing the pleading look on the youth’s face, he felt a surge of satisfaction and then brutally shoved the muzzle into his mouth.

Yin Zhijian glanced at the woman, found her quite passable, and immediately felt depressed. I’ve been in the City of God for so long and haven’t even been with a foreign chick. Angrily, he took all his frustration out on the youth.

Bang, Yin Zhijian delivered a knee strike right into the youth’s stomach, then pulled out his handgun and smashed it on his forehead. The latter let out a terrible scream and fell to the ground.

Yin Zhijian lifted his leg and kicked the youth with all his might, after a dozen heavy blows, one eye had turned into a blur of mangled flesh.

The youth wanted to resist, but the pain was too much, he couldn’t get back up.

The woman was petrified by Yin Zhijian’s brutality and turned to run, but unfortunately, he caught her by the hair.

"Wait a minute, did I say you could go?" Yin Zhijian sneered, ripped the woman’s clothes off with one hand, and groped her, "Come on, give me a good time."

Yin Zhijian thrust his hips, making the woman help him take off his pants.

Song Tong stayed outside the alley, not daring to intervene.

Although the woman was someone who would sleep with anyone she took a fancy to, she definitely didn’t like being forced. Pretending to comply, she took off Yin Zhijian’s Protective Clothing and reached into the bag, claiming she needed to take some protective measures.

Yin Zhijian thought it made sense, he definitely didn’t want to catch a disease, and just as he was waiting for the anticipated encounter, a stun gun suddenly jabbed into his groin, and a powerful electric current immediately spread throughout his body.

Without the slightest doubt, Yin Zhijian convulsed and collapsed, foaming at the mouth. The woman snatched away his handgun and then rifled through his pockets looking for money.

Song Tong was frightened, drew her gun, but missed the shot. The woman counterattacked, and Song Tong dodged.

The woman took the US dollars from Yin Zhijian, counted them, spat on his face, and turned to leave; just a few steps away, she came back, pointed the muzzle at Yin Zhijian’s private parts.

Bang, flesh splattered everywhere, Yin Zhijian screamed in agony, but the electric shock had paralyzed him, he couldn’t fight back at all.

The woman didn’t spare the other man either. He had intended to have a bit of a romp, but ended up unable to protect even himself, so pathetic. She fiercely kicked his body repeatedly.

Seeing Yin Zhijian’s miserable state, Song Tong got scared and didn’t dare approach him; she turned and ran away.

The woman, who lived in the City of God, was much bolder than Song Tong. She fired a few shots where Song Tong was hiding and escaped from the other side. Barely out of the alley, she saw a filthy-dressed old man who looked like a homeless person walking toward her, carrying a nearly dead dog, looking utterly devastated as if he had lost a loved one.

"Scram, filthy ghost." The dog had been hurt for many days, with a rotten, pus-laden wound on its belly, emitting a foul stench. The woman, covering her nose, displayed a disgusted look and chased the homeless man away.

"Have you seen a villain with a mask, one with a red cross on it?" The vagrant, having heard the woman’s words, snapped to attention and asked loudly.

"I haven’t seen one." The woman dodged backward, "Now take your dead dog and get lost."

The vagrant had intended to leave, but upon hearing the words "dead dog," his face immediately contorted with rage, and he glared fiercely at her.

"Apologize!" the vagrant hoarsely roared.

"Get lost, don’t make me say it again." The woman remembered she had a gun, pointing it at the vagrant.

The vagrant didn’t back away. The dog in his arms whimpered, giving a feeble bark, trying to defend its master, but alas, it was too weak.

Bang, the woman fired her gun near the vagrant’s feet, she obviously didn’t dare to kill.

Worried about his dog being hurt, the vagrant left holding it, but after just a few steps, he heard the woman spit at his retreating figure and cursed them to die quickly.

The vagrant could no longer hold back. Insult him all you want, but he didn’t want any harm to come to his dog. The suppressed feelings of the past few days made him suddenly turn around and approach the woman, seeking justice.

"Apologize, apologize!" The vagrant, like a stubborn brute, roared at the woman.

"Fine, I apologize." The woman ultimately didn’t dare to shoot, hastily muttered an apology and left—the vagrant had obviously gone mad.

"Paul, did you hear that? She apologized." The vagrant crouched on the ground, stroking the dog’s head, then fished out the change hidden in his clothing, crumpled, all of the smallest denomination, collected from scavenging.

Paul whimpered twice, stretched out his tongue, and affectionately licked the back of his master’s hand.

A dozen hippies on motorcycles passed by, leaving a trail of arrogant laughter. Seeing the vagrant and his dog, they immediately decided to have some cruel fun, knowing joy only in bullying the weak.

Paul saw the hippies quietly encircle them and wanted to alert his master, but it was too late. As the vagrant turned his head back, a baseball bat struck his forehead, blood instantly flowed out, obscuring his vision.

One of the hippies ruthlessly hit the vagrant’s arm with the bat, even the sound of fracturing bones could be heard. The vagrant cried out in pain, his change scattered, and the other hippies laughed loudly, kicking and beating, not only assaulting the vagrant but also knocking his coins into the nearby sewer.

"No." Watching the coins pass through the grate and drop down, the vagrant panicked, forgetting to protect his head and trying to grab the money, which was meant for Paul’s treatment.

Paul was weak, but still struggled to get up, barking furiously, trying to protect his master, only to be hit by the bat and rolled over, his wounds burst open, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

The hippies began to beat the vagrant, but he didn’t care at all; his eyes only saw the coins in the sewer, Paul’s lifeline.

"Let’s go." The hippies withdrew.

"Paul, wait for me, it’ll be okay soon." The vagrant pounded the sewer grate with his fists, ignoring his own injuries, desperately trying to retrieve the money.

The vagrant would never forget the winter night five years ago, after being beaten by the police, he was seriously injured and feverish. If not for Paul dragging him to safety and finding him food, he would have certainly died. To him, Paul was not just a dog, but family.

Tang Zheng drove by in the police car and saw this scene. He got out, not caring about the dog that roared to protect its master, and kicked the grate down.

"Thank you, thank you so much." The vagrant rushed to express his gratitude, not minding the filth of the sewage, reaching out to grab the coins, carefully picking up each one.

Tang Zheng took out his wallet, removed a stack of US dollars, placed it on the ground nearby, and left. When he started the police car, he saw the dog muster all its strength, vigilantly watching its surroundings, worried someone else might harm its master.

The woman who had hit Yin Zhijian was cornered by the group of hippies, and Tang Zheng encountered them as he drove by.