Silly Zhu's Moving: The Old Neighbor's Nightmare

Sha Zhu looked closely and realized that the person at the beginning was none other than his neighbor from courtyard house number 95.

They stopped Sha Zhu early in the morning, were they looking for a two-handed man riding a bicycle?

Sha Zhu, fearing that he would bump into Yu Shui who was sitting in front of him, immediately stopped his bicycle.

The six men, led by Erpiezi, saw Shazhu stop his bicycle and walk over casually with a wooden stick in his hand.

Sha Zhu really didn't know, and didn't care to know, what this idiot's name was.

All that's known is that this two-handed man has a mother, and the two depend on each other for survival.

His mother raised him, but they couldn't afford to continue his schooling, and he couldn't find work, so he became a street urchin.

With nothing to do all day, I wonder what's going on with the other five people. Are they just ordinary friends, or are they part of some kind of organization?

Sha Zhu didn't want to attract a bunch of flies after hitting someone today, which would only cause him endless trouble.

If enemy agents are killed, the local police station will handle the matter. But if these people disappear without a trace...

Not to mention that family members would be searching everywhere, what if there's an organized group behind it?

If someone knows their whereabouts, it will create a hidden danger. If they're going to die, they have to deal with even the people who know them.

At this moment, Erpiezi and his men walked to within a meter of Shazhu's bicycle. Pointing at Shazhu with his wooden stick, he said...

"Hey Sha Zhu, aren't you so great? Take a look at your bicycle."

You have absolutely no respect for your grandfather, and you even dare to mock him in front of so many neighbors!

Now your dad's run off with some young widow, you can show me how tough you are now.

Not only are you leaving your bicycle behind today, but I heard your dad also left you some money to build a house.

"Hehe." This damn wooden stick is almost poking Silly Pillar in the face.

Sha Zhu lifted the rainwater off the bicycle and parked it properly.

Then, with lightning speed, he snatched the wooden stick from the man's hand.

They smashed it down on the man's head, body, and arms.

"Hehe, I'll teach you to be hehe, you want a bicycle, huh? I'll teach you to want a bicycle."

Because Sha Zhu was moving too fast, even Erpiezi fell down before the other five people could react.

To prevent the rain from harming him, Shazhu used his mind to cover the surrounding area.

To prevent any uncontrollable situation, they rushed in, and then... nothing happened. They were too easily defeated.

He couldn't muster any strength, and he had no moves. Sha Zhu went up and walked back and forth once.

In less than five seconds, they were back to their starting point, and all of them were lying on the ground, crying out in pain.

Sha Zhu was dumbfounded. "Damn it," he thought, "I was all on edge, ready for a physical confrontation with you guys."

You guys are too fragile, you're not even as strong as the old women in bed.

Sha Zhu, holding a wooden stick, watched as Er Piezi lay on the ground, clutching his head and refusing to get up.

Without asking a question, he swung the stick at the man with the two-legged posture.

"Ouch, ouch, Brother Zhu, stop hitting me, Grandpa Zhu, I was wrong, ouch."

Erpiezi lay on the ground in pain, spinning around, begging for mercy, blood flowing from his head.

Several people lying on the ground nearby tried to quietly get up and run away, but Sha Zhu stepped forward.

He smacked me twice on the buttocks and thighs. "Ouch, don't hit me, I don't know anything."

The group dared not run anymore. They sat on the ground and rubbed the spots where they had been hit with the wooden sticks, their hissing sounds filling the air.

Raindrops clung to the bicycle, their eyes wide open.

The little mouths were all open. Rain knew that her brother had liked to fight since he was a child, but he had never beaten someone this badly.

In the past, didn't we always ride on each other's backs and then grab each other's collars and ask, "Do you submit?"

Sha Zhu didn't care what Yu Shui's little brain was thinking.

The first one I hit was the two-handed guy; I thought it was going to be a fierce battle.

So the first blow went straight to his head, and the guy is still lying on the ground clutching his head and crying out in pain.

Sha Zhu walked over and slapped him across the face. "Ouch, I'll make you feel pain," he said. "Slap!" Another slap followed.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts, Brother Zhu, it hurts so much! Waaah, Brother Zhu, please forgive me! Waaah, I'll never do it again! Waaah!"

The guy, who had been beaten so badly, finally couldn't take it anymore and started crying.

Sha Zhu was incredibly frustrated. "I was asking if it hurts, why the hell aren't we on the same wavelength?"

He stretched out his palm, looked at the other person's face, which was bright red with two handprints. "Tell me, what were those people doing?" Sha Zhu shouted sternly.

"Brother Zhu, boohoo, those are our mahjong buddies from Nanluoguxiang, all of whom are unemployed."

Waaah. Brother Zhu, please forgive me, I was wrong. Yesterday I heard from the neighbors that your dad ran away with someone.

"Waaah, we...waaah, we're all broke, that's why we stopped you," the man sobbed, tears and snot streaming down his face.

After hearing what Erpiezi said, Shazhu turned around and walked to Yushui's side.

He took out a notebook and his only two pencils from his rain-soaked schoolbag, tore off a blank sheet of paper and a pencil, tossed them to the boy, and said,

"Write down the home addresses of the five people and the total number of people in their families. You don't need to write down your own home address."

Then, he tossed the notebook and pen he was holding to the other five people.

"Hurry up and write down your home address and how many people are in your family."

"I'm going to compare my writing with what the guy with the limp hand wrote later. If you write something carelessly, you'll all be going to the police station later."

This alley is usually deserted, and Sha Zhu isn't afraid of anyone coming to see him.

The two-handed boy who was writing nearby quickly said, "Brother Zhu, Grandpa Zhu,"

I don't know the home address of the hooligan, the one who's the tallest.

He doesn't live near Nanluoguxiang. We met while playing cards.

Sha Zhu was furious upon hearing this and said to Er Piezi,

"Write down the address where you play cards. Don't try to fool me. I want to go and gamble a couple of rounds too."

“Okay, okay, Grandpa Pillar,” Erpiezi quickly nodded in agreement.

Sha Zhu turned around and said to the five people,

"Everyone write your own piece. Once you've finished, turn to the next sheet and write. No talking."

Then, pointing to the tallest of the hooligans, he addressed the other four.

"Which of you four knows this tall guy's home address? Write it down below your home address."

If no one writes anything later, none of you five need to leave.

The short man among the five, who was writing down his home address, said...

“I know, I write, I often go to his house to play with him.”

After saying that, he quickly continued writing down his own home address and the tall man's home address.

As for what they do or where they go, Sha Zhu didn't ask. Writing down their home address now is just a delaying tactic.

After they finished writing, Sha Zhu checked and found no mistakes. He then slapped Erpie so hard he knelt on the ground.

Then Sha Zhu said to Erpiezi earnestly, "Erpiezi,..."

This is your last chance. Look how hard your mother has worked.

I raised you with every bit of pain and hardship, and you endured countless humiliations from the little notebook.

I've had enough of Er Gouzi's bullying.

You won't look for a job, and you complain about carrying a big bag because it's tiring.

He also gambles every day with his cronies.

"You'd be better off dead than alive, get out!" Sha Zhu shouted, unable to contain himself any longer.