Zhang Hong would go around town every afternoon these days. Ever since Li Jia and the others came, he had been busy organizing store merchandise, investigating the local market, and preparing promotional activities.
In Zhang Hong's opinion, Li Jia was just a guy who used chicken feathers as a token of authority and had nothing better to do. He was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he simply turned a blind eye and let them mess around in the store.
Although the people of Frollo were crude, they still respected Zhang Hong, who was called the family of the mage. Moreover, compared with the poor people here, Zhang Hong, who was generous and well-dressed, was undoubtedly an adult. Ordinary villagers felt that they could only pay him respects. If Zhang Hong was happy one day and gave him a few big copper coins when buying things, there would be people who would bow to him.
This is a really good feeling. Zhang Hong has never experienced this feeling of being superior to others in his life. It doesn't exist on Earth, and it won't exist in the current school.
After all, he was still isolated and excluded in his group. But what if he was excluded? Now he, the excluded, was the boss in the town, and those who excluded him were probably treated as grandsons in Suero, right
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. He originally liked Luo Ling, what a beautiful lady she was, but she was more poisonous than a scorpion, and she was in cahoots with that bastard Xiao Chen, and only knew how to bully honest people. I hope they will meet a bandit this time, or be exposed as a fake.
Zhang Hong didn't expect the school to develop much. Even if it developed, not much good would come to him. His attention recently was focused on the little beauty named Catalina.
Her skin was as white as porcelain, her hair was as red as fire, and her figure was like a Coke bottle, bent and twisted to the perfect degree. Zhang Hong missed her almost as much as he missed Coke.
The best thing is that her father is a middle-class businessman with some influence in the surrounding area. If he can monopolize the sales of a certain product through the relationship with the school, it will be difficult for him not to become rich. Zhang Hong has been a guest at their house twice. The old man is very flattering to him, and the little beauty is also very fond of his profound conversation. Is it time to take a step further
Zhang Hong was so distracted that his mouth was crooked with laughter. He almost bumped into a dark figure in front of him. It was a beggar in tattered clothes, who was hunched over and holding a broken bowl in his hand. He tremblingly handed it to him.
Zhang Hong actually doesn't hate beggars, and of course he doesn't like them too much. It's just that sometimes these people can satisfy people's need to sympathize with others. Zhang Hong believes that giving alms is no different from buying a cold drink. Both are spending money to satisfy one's needs, but one pleases the mouth and the other pleases the soul.
However, the beggar in front of him made him feel uncomfortable. This guy rudely interrupted his daydream, and there was something strange about him. His eyes were too energetic, his expression was too nervous, and he didn't have the lazy feeling of ordinary beggars. Zhang Hong felt that something was wrong, so he turned sideways to a small alley on the right, quickened his pace, and ran all the way.
As Zhang Hong ran, he looked back to see if the strange beggar was catching up with him. Unexpectedly, after he had only run a few steps in the alley, a sack suddenly fell from the sky and covered him. The sack was very long and large, and it was immediately below his knees. Zhang Hong was so frightened that he lost his direction and started to walk around in a disorderly manner.
"Who is it? Who is teasing me? This... This is not fun. Let me go."
He was responded with a dull thud as someone hit his leg with a stick. Zhang Hong immediately hugged his calf and fell down screaming.
He fell to the ground and struggled, trying to remove the sack, but two people immediately grabbed his feet and the mouth of the sack, trapping him in the sack. Then, two more people rushed up and kicked him wildly on the body and head. Zhang Hong was just a translator, and to put it bluntly, he was a weak guy who had never seen such a situation. He was beaten so hard that he cried and begged for mercy, but the people around him not only did not stop, but beat him even harder.
After a round of beating, Zhang Hong couldn't even shout. The man who kicked him seemed to walk away, but another man came up and stepped on his stomach, rolling it several times, almost making him vomit the acid in his stomach.
At this time, the man said in a hoarse voice: "Stranger, let me teach you a lesson. Miss Catalina is the one our boss likes. You actually had evil thoughts about her, you deserve to be beaten!"
Zhang Hong looked out through the mesh of the woven bag and vaguely saw a not very tall figure. Before he could answer, the man said, "If we see you approaching Miss Catalina's house in the future, we will fight each time we meet!"
"You, your boss, who are you? Do you know that I am the magician's man?" Zhang Hong asked stutteringly.
The people around burst into laughter. "Do you think we are stupid? We know you are the wizard's dog, but we still tell you our name? You don't need to know who we are, just remember to get out of here."
"You will regret... insulting the magician's family like this!"
The leader kicked him and rolled him over. He said with a smile, "Why are you still being stubborn? Keep beating him until I'm satisfied."
Zhang Hong gritted his teeth, hesitating whether to give up Catalina and beg for mercy, when two thugs came up with their fists and kicks, beating him so hard that he curled up into a ball.
Suddenly, his hand touched something under his arm. It was a pistol! This pistol was assigned to him by the school security team when he was sent to Floro to develop the colony. Zhang Hong tried his best to persuade them to leave the school if they didn't give it to him. However, he never used it after arriving here. But now...
While Zhang Hong was being punched and kicked, he pulled out his gun, turned on the safety, and pointed it at the figure watching outside the bag. His body and hands were shaking, partly because of the beatings and partly because of the struggle in his heart.
Suddenly, the man came closer and asked coldly, "Are you convinced? Are you willing to get out of here?"
There was a crazy light flashing in Zhang Hong's eyes. He roared loudly, followed by a crisp "pop" sound.
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Ji Yijun, Li Jia and Hong Lifeng were sorting out the goods in the store. Li Jia decided to reclassify and price them, which was a laborious and slow job. Ji Yijun had been working for more than two hours and was already getting impatient.
He was just thinking about whether to use the excuse of going to the toilet and go out for a walk. Then he heard Garcia's panicked and crying voice coming from outside the store: "Teacher, teacher, it's bad, Enrique was hit by a strange magic. He... He's dying."
"What's going on?" Ji Yijun ran to the door and saw Enrique being carried over on a door panel. The guy was trembling all over, his face was pale, and his lips had lost their color. He covered his waist with his hands, and blood was constantly oozing out of his body, then dripping from the door panel onto the ground.
"We went to teach that guy a lesson today. We had already caught him and were beating him up. But suddenly he used a strange magic, and with a bang, Enrique's waist was shot through. I, I... We were all scared. Didn't you say that he doesn't know magic?"
"What's this?" Ji Yijun suddenly felt a chill on his back, and beads of sweat broke out on his head. He carefully stepped forward and uncovered Enrique's hand... Gunshot wound! There was a hole in the right side of Enrique's abdomen!
"Teacher, please save him quickly. There must be some healing magic," Garcia and others pleaded loudly.
"This..." Ji Yijun originally just wanted to use these little thugs to punish Zhang Hong, but he never thought that things would turn out like this. For a moment, he had no idea what to do, and just stared blankly at Enrique's wound that was constantly bleeding.
"What's going on here?" Li Jia and Hong Lifeng were also startled by the noise outside and ran out together.
Ji Yijun finally reacted. He grabbed Hong Lifeng's arm and asked loudly, "Does Zhang Hong have a gun? Does he have a gun?"
"He... has a pistol. He is very afraid of death and carries it with him every day to protect his life." Hong Lifeng glanced at Enrique and became nervous. "Could it be that he shot and injured someone?" He also checked where the wound was and immediately said, "It was really a gunshot wound. It was caused by his pistol. Where is he?"
"I... I don't know..." Ji Yijun whispered. He turned to ask Garcia, who shook his head and said, "He ran away a long time ago, but the villagers knew about it and went to catch... look for him."
Li Jia's face was very ugly. He glanced at Garcia and others who were pulling Ji Yijun to beg for mercy, and then listened to their chattering, and understood a little bit that this matter was related to Ji Yijun. He became decisive at this time, "Don't talk nonsense first, first aid is the first thing. Hong Lifeng, you are a soldier, you should have learned how to deal with gunshot wounds in an emergency, right?"
Hong Lifeng nodded, went into the room, took out a medicine box, and began to give Enrique first aid.
"Ji Yijun, go prepare a carriage. Once Hong Lifeng is bandaged, take this young man to the school hospital. Tell the hospital staff and school leaders to do their best to save him."
Li Jia repeated his words twice, but Ji Yijun still didn't respond. He pulled Ji Yijun into the house, looked at him seriously and said, "Cheer up and tell me what's going on."
"I, I don't know anything." Ji Yijun looked around in panic, not daring to look Li Jia in the eye.
With a slap, Li Jia slapped the man hard. Even though Ji Yijun practiced martial arts for many years, he was still staggered by the slap. "I'm not blind, I can understand what they say. Don't think you can get away with it. Only if you tell me honestly, I can help you. Now, only I can help you."
Ji Yijun covered his face, having completely forgotten about being angry. He looked at the angry Li Jia, then at the dying Enrique, and could only say, "I just wanted to use those little hooligans as a hand to teach Zhang Hong a lesson. Who knew he had a gun and could do such a thing."
"You actually instigated outsiders to beat up your colleagues?" Li Jia was so angry that his face turned red. He slapped the table, causing a homemade glass bottle to fall to the ground and break into glass shards. "You idiot with only muscles in your head! Now listen carefully. From now on, you are not allowed to mention this to anyone. Tell your accomplices to shut up too. If this gets out, you're finished!"
"what do I do?"
Li Jia held her head in annoyance and shouted, "Get out and prepare the carriage. Let me be quiet and think about how to help you."
"Li Jia, Brother Li, you have to protect me." After saying that, Ji Yijun walked out the door, looking back every few steps.