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Chapter Six: A Beast in a Human Face
The sky, still clouded by clouds, remained somewhat gloomy, with occasional rumbles of thunder, suggesting that rain was likely to fall soon.
High humidity
Fog rose at dawn, turning the world into a vast expanse of white.
The slightly chilly weather and the white fog that obscured visibility meant there were far fewer people on the streets than usual. Most of the pedestrians who were out were covered in goosebumps from the cold air and hurried along, unwilling to linger outside in this weather.
Not long after.
The fine rain continued to fall intermittently, turning the already somewhat hard dirt road into a muddy mess in an instant. Pedestrians on the road changed their expressions, grumbled a few words, and quickened their pace, making the street even more deserted.
Although the town is not large, it has a large population.
From the air, the town appears densely packed and orderly, but upon closer inspection, many differences become apparent. For instance, the buildings in the southern part of the town are mostly grand and imposing, adorned with trees and flowers, creating a unique ambiance.
on the contrary,
The buildings in the north are all narrow alleys, without even a decent main street, let alone things like flowers, plants, trees and shrubs to cultivate one's mind. Occasionally there are a few houses and courtyards that are a little larger, but they are scattered and inconspicuous compared to the south city where the rich gather.
"Squeak—"
The sound of an old, dilapidated wooden door being pulled open was particularly jarring in this otherwise desolate place.
Peeking through the crack in the open door, one could see a thin, fierce-looking man standing in front of the doorway. Further inside was a frail woman of average build with a sallow complexion. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wet, as if she had been bullied and had just cried.
"Pah, stop pretending to be pitiful. Let me tell you, if you don't make up the money you owe Master Li in two days, let's see if you can still live in this dilapidated house with that slut!"
The man with a fierce face deliberately made a menacing expression, making him appear even more ruthless.
The man with triangular eyes stared at the standing woman, a slit in his cracked lips. He deliberately glanced at the inner room hidden by the curtain, and seeing the woman's panicked expression, he said again, "Don't blame your grandfather for not giving you a chance. If you can't make up for it, you little brat of the Chen family... Hmph!"
He snorted twice and turned to step out the door.
"Thump!"
Upon hearing this, the woman could no longer support her already battered body. Tears streaming down her face, she knelt down and said, word by word, "Master Qi, you have shown me such great kindness. Please, I beg you, grant me a couple more days. These past few days, far fewer neighbors have come to patronize my business, and my family simply cannot raise that much cash! I beg you..."
After the woman finished speaking, she kowtowed heavily, then stood up, her forehead bruised and purple.
"Pooh!"
The man with the triangular eyes spat again onto the woman with a sallow face and a purple forehead, and said with a vicious smile, "Fine! Don't say that Grandpa doesn't pity you. I'll give you three more days, and you only need to give me three more silver dollars as a token of respect. How about that?"
Upon hearing this, the woman was in a daze. How could she possibly earn the silver dollars that even strong young men had to work hard for several days in a single day through her irregular way of making money by ruining her body?
"Master Qi..."
Tears streamed down the woman's face, and despair flickered in her lifeless eyes. She was about to say something when she was interrupted by this so-called Master Qi.
Following,
The frail woman leaned limply against the earthen wall, collapsing to the ground. She watched in despair as the small, monkey-like body that had been ravaging her just moments before disappeared into the mist. After a while, as if remembering something, she carefully and slowly pulled back the old curtain, as if afraid of disturbing the person inside.
When she saw a child who had not yet learned to read sleeping soundly in a warm bed, a barely perceptible smile appeared on her tear-streaked face.
child,
It was her only hope for staying alive in this world.
But now,
She felt that she should have been dead back then!
...
...
The skinny monkey who called himself Grandpa was named Qi Yigao.
The grandfather who named him Qi Yigao was a chess enthusiast, so he named this male member of the Qi family Qi Yigao, meaning "one move ahead in chess." He hoped that his precious grandson would benefit from the good fortune of his name and, if not grow taller, at least be a little taller than others.
Unfortunately,
His grandson's life development was completely different from what he had envisioned.
When he was a child, he was often confronted by the adults of other people's homes for stealing things. When he got a little older, he went even further and started stealing the personal clothing of the women in his neighborhood. Once, when he was discovered by the husband, he called a few vagrants he knew to beat the husband up when the husband came to cause trouble for him.
Later, he even joined a gang in the town.
From then on,
Once he knows what he shouldn't touch, no one can control him anymore.
Qi Yigao walked on the muddy road, cursing the foggy weather, but his heart was filled with joy. Touching the few silver dollars in his pocket, which weren't very heavy, Qi Yigao thought about where to treat himself to a good meal later.
After all, it took some effort to toy with that woman earlier.
Speaking of that woman, Qi Yigao felt a perverse sense of satisfaction. The woman's name was Sun Lingling. Her husband, who died a few years ago, was surnamed Chen, but Qi Yigao couldn't remember his full name. So much time had passed that he couldn't be bothered to remember the name of a dead man.