No one really finds it difficult to hang up the phone, right?

Chapter 170 Stele 3
"Everyone, what's the matter?"

Zhang Zhi walked over and asked with a smile.

"Little brother, do you remember what you did just now?" The brawny man asked with a smile.

"forgotten."

Zhang Zhi shrugged.

"Bring that baby up here." The strong man shouted to a woman standing by the wall.

Hearing this, the woman with a clean face and a bit of good looks quickly turned around, came to the back, and pulled out a child with a frightened face.

The child opened his mouth, and tears flowed down his cheeks and into his mouth.

When he saw Zhang Zhi, his whole body trembled, as if he saw a prehistoric beast.

"This little doll is 14 years old this year. If he is healthy, he can barely survive in our slums. But now he can't speak his mouth and can't move his right arm."

"If he keeps like this, even though his parents love him very much, they have to abandon this disabled child in order to survive. The little brother is from the city, so he should understand."

When the strong man said this, he leaned over, widened his eyes, and stared at him closely.

"So what if you understand? There are many poor people in this world, and I can only mourn for them." When Zhang Zhi said this, he paused and continued: "Of course, there are some guys who like to commit suicide, even if they No matter how pitiful he is, I still feel ridiculous.”

"What if a child made a mistake? For example, he stole an adult's money?" the brawny man asked.

"I will give the child a chance. If he doesn't return the money to me, he will have to pay the price." Zhang Zhi said with a smile as he leaned against the dilapidated fence behind him.

"But...he is still a child, can't you give him another chance?" The strong man's face was gloomy, and he tried to keep his voice down as much as possible to prevent himself from yelling.

"Everyone has a chance." Zhang Zhi chuckled: "If that child is an adult, what he faces is not being taught a lesson, but his life."

"You're looking for death!" The strong man roared, and he smashed his fist as big as a sandbag at his head, bringing a tearing wind.

Zhang Zhi raised his hand and held his fist.

The strong man felt that he had hit an iron plate, and the fist with a huge impact stopped suddenly. As Zhang Zhi exerted strength, there was a "crack, crack, crack" sound of bone shattering in his fist.

He turned pale, and hurriedly drew his hand.

Zhang Zhi let go of his palm and let him pull away.

He smiled slightly: "Did you see it? I crushed your fist to teach you a lesson for being rude to me. I sent you your fist to let you go to give you a chance. I hope you won't be as stupid as a child. "

The burly man covered his fists, sweating directly. He stared at Zhang Zhi and asked, "You have such great strength, what do you want to do when you come to the slums?"

Zhang Zhi thought for a while, and said: "My name is Shi Lei, and I am the red stick of the Yizitang of the Justice Gang. I have two subordinates here, and they are called Zhang San and Li Gouzi."

"People from the Justice Gang..." The woman behind hurriedly dragged the child away quietly.

Some men who were following behind the strong man heard the word Zhengyibang, as if they had encountered a ghost, they quickly ran towards the alley next to them.

Soon, in this circle, only Zhang Zhi and the strong man were left staring at each other.

"See? This is the price of being a good person. You helped them trouble me just now, but they left, especially the parents of that child, who ran the fastest." Zhang Zhiba said with a half-smile.

"How do you want to punish me?" the brawny man asked.

"Join my team and become my thug, what do you think?" Zhang Zhi stretched out his hand to invite.

"No, I don't want to do bad things." The strong man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, as if he had his own bottom line in his heart and didn't want to cross it.

"Well, let's make an agreement." Zhang Zhi looked at the strong man, and said seriously: "You will be my thug, and I will not let you do bad things, how about it?"

Seeing the strong man's hesitation, he added another sentence: "Isn't it better to have food, drink and money than you are in the slums?"

The strong man raised his head and said, "I agree."

"Very good! Very good! Very good!"

Hearing the strong man's answer, Zhang Zhi laughed loudly, helped him up, and used special fingering to restore the bones of the strong man's fist to its original position.

Although there are a few chipping, but the impact is not significant.

"Thank you, boss." The strong man seemed to be calling someone else's boss for the first time, a little awkward.

"From now on, we will be my family members, so you are welcome." Zhang Zhi said with a smile, "Introduce yourself."

"My name is Wu Si, and I am the fourth eldest in my family." The strong man puffed up his chest and said loudly.

"The cultivation of your internal Qi should be a coincidence." Zhang Zhi asked.

"Yes, when I was seven years old, I saw two people fighting in the slums. Two of them died. I found a secret book on one of the people's bodies, and I have been practicing until now." Wu Si replied .

"You have good talent." Zhang Zhi nodded, and didn't mention the cheat book.

What he cultivates are all unique quality exercises, and he doesn't like ordinary exercises.

Wu Si had done a trick with him just now, and he knew that Wu Si's skills were only of ordinary quality.

What is the use of this technique?
"Thank you boss for your compliment." Wu Si chuckled.

"Come with me to find Zhang San and Li Gouzi." Zhang Zhi waved to Wu Si, letting him lead the way.

With the guidance of this slum boss, Zhang Zhi soon came to a dilapidated house.

The courtyard wall of this house collapsed in half, and the door was made of very thin wooden doors, with a few thumb-thick cracks in the middle, and the inside could be seen clearly.

The two bare-chested young men laughed out loud as if they were going to take off the ribs and stew them.

"Zhang San, Li Gouzi, come out quickly!" Wu Si shouted to the two people inside.

"Brother Wu Si, come here... Oh, isn't this Brother Shitou? Come in and sit down!" The two young men rushed over with a courteous look on their faces.

Zhang Zhi didn't go through the door, and jumped directly over the collapsed courtyard wall.

He looked at the two of them indifferently: "I bumped my head against the door yesterday, and lost my previous memory, only remembering you two."

"Boss, are you kidding me?" A young man with a mouse face asked.

"I'm serious." Zhang Zhi looked at him and said suddenly, "Are you Zhang San?"

"No, I'm Gouzi Li!" The mouse-faced man quickly shook his head and said in a low voice.

"Why do you have a mouse face?" Zhang Zhi asked in a daze.

"I don't want to have a mouse face either. I used to have a dog's face, but I often didn't have enough to eat, so I became hungry and became a mouse face!" Li Gouzi cried bitterly.

"From now on, hang out with me well, and I'll take you to eat and drink spicy food." Zhang Zhi patted him on the shoulder.

(End of this chapter)