Chapter 74: My Uncle is a Murderer (1/2)

Who wouldn’t be afraid of someone covered in blood and holding a sharp knife?

The alley was dark.

The light was blinding.

Feng Biao’s shout, like a bloodthirsty killer, terrified Huang Hao and the others.

Zhao Qingfeng yelled, “Uncle, help me!”

Feng Biao seemed even more agitated, his hand shaking violently.

The knife blade reflected a silvery light under the yellow light of the motorcycle.

Huang Hao and his companions dared not look any longer. They scrambled away, sticking close to the wall and the fence, struggling to escape.

Huang Hao ran fast, vanishing in a flash.

Chin Gentsai, though overweight, had no trouble moving on flat ground.

But Bashin was hindered by the connecting fabric of his pants.

His legs were too weak.

He didn’t get far and lay trembling on the ground, unable to get up.

Zhao Qingfeng saw everything.

He quickly approached, grabbed Bashin by the collar, and demanded loudly, “Speak! Who sent you? I’ll only give you one chance. If you don’t tell the truth, my uncle will kill you!”

“My uncle is a murderer!”

“The notorious family massacre that shocked the county thirteen years ago was his doing!”

“See the blood on him? He must have killed again tonight. One or two, it doesn’t matter, he won’t mind adding you to the list. Tell the truth, or I’ll let him kill you right now!”

Bashin was terrified.

How could he compare to a psychotic murderer?

He knelt on the ground, weeping, not daring to hide anything, tremblingly saying, “It… it was Zhang Wuping… he… he sent us… he promised us a pair of Xtep shoes each… and… and 500 yuan… please… let me go… I’m like Huang Hao, pants already wet…”

Wet pants?

Zhao Qingfeng hadn’t noticed, but there was indeed a strange smell.

So it was Zhang Wuping. His guess was almost right.

He looked around, picked up Bashin, and kicked him, “Get lost, and tell Huang Hao or whoever, if you bother me again, I’ll have my uncle kill your whole family!”

Bashin ran off, rolling and crawling.

Zhao Qingfeng then returned to Feng Biao.

At this time,

Feng Biao was still trembling, seemingly very agitated.

He was just over thirty, 1.75 meters tall, with a nest-like hairstyle, a red nose, and a beer belly. Due to special reasons, he had never married.

“Uncle…”

Zhao Qingfeng went over and patted Feng Biao’s shoulder.

“Have they left?”

Feng Biao took a deep breath, and the sharp butcher knife clattered to the ground.

“They left.”

Zhao Qingfeng checked the corner, Huang Hao and the others were long gone.

“Huh…”

Feng Biao finally relaxed, sitting on the ground, wiping his face with his hand, panting and saying, “They’re lucky I didn’t kill them!”

Zhao Qingfeng smiled.

His uncle was still the same, always boasting.

Everyone knew he was timid but cared about his face.

Zhao Qingfeng teased him, “Uncle, who did you wipe out tonight?”

“And why did you suddenly come here? Did my mom call you? You don’t have a landline at home, do you?”

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