50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 391 Don't stop, everyone get running!
The boss in front of me was holding a belt and charged over while yelling.

Behind him, the second and third brothers flanked him from the left and right, each holding a wooden stick and a red brick respectively.

Only the one who had spoken earlier remained at the back. The tallest and simple-minded man was left behind, holding onto his bicycle with one hand and looking at the three of them with a bewildered expression.

Seeing them rushing over, Sun Zhiwei grinned mischievously at the last of the four, showing off his white teeth, which startled the simple-minded man so much that he almost fell off his bicycle.

As the three men got close, he subtly dodged to the left, hooking the branch in his hand under the leader's feet, sending the leader flying through the air.

Then, before the leader could even land, the two men behind him were also struck on the cheeks by the tender tree branch in Sun Zhiwei's hand and thrown to the sides.

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

The three voices rang out almost simultaneously, and as they landed on their chests, they slid two or three meters across the concrete.

Thankfully, it's winter, and all three of them are wearing thick clothes. If it were summer, sliding three meters on this concrete surface would probably skin you alive.

However, the thick cotton-padded clothes they were wearing meant they didn't suffer many injuries, which emboldened them considerably.

As the old saying goes, "He who possesses a sharp blade will naturally harbor murderous intent."

The three young men, unharmed after falling, felt even more confident in their abilities. They scrambled to their feet almost simultaneously and charged at Sun Zhiwei once more.

Sun Zhiwei didn't manage to defeat them all at once, but instead dodged their attacks time and time again.

And each time they got close, they would strike their faces, hands, necks, and ankles with the tender branches in their hands.

You might not notice it once or twice, but after a dozen or so times, the smartest of the three, the eldest, was the first to realize it.

Because all the exposed parts of his body had been numb from the beating.

He stopped abruptly, panting heavily, and barely managed to raise his wrist to examine it closely under the dim streetlights.

His hands and wrists were swollen and numb from the cold.

But he had seen his older brother being beaten by their father when he was a child. If the injury hadn't been numb from the cold, it would have been excruciatingly painful.

"stop."

The gang leader quickly dropped the belt he was holding, knelt down with a thud, and shouted at Sun Zhiwei:
"Uncle, we were wrong. Please forgive us this time."

"Boss, why are you kneeling?"

"Brother, what are you doing?"

The other two young men hadn't realized it yet; they were simply puzzled by the leader's actions.

"Second brother, third brother, look at your hands."

The second and third brothers looked at their hands in confusion, and were immediately startled by the bruises and welts on the backs of their hands.

What Sun Zhiwei was holding was a tree branch that he had just picked.

Especially the parts of the branches that hit them were tender leaves, leaving a swollen red mark on their skin.

The reason they didn't feel anything wasn't because the wounds didn't hurt, but because it was early morning and the temperature was very low.

They had been lying in ambush outside for a long time, and their hands and feet were numb from the cold, not because their defenses were particularly strong.

Once they reach a warm place and start moving around, they'll suffer a lot.

When the time comes, there will be soreness, numbness, and pain; it will definitely be enough to give them a hard time.

Seeing that the leader had knelt down, Sun Zhiwei stopped whipping him.

"What's wrong? You can't even last two or three minutes?"

"You guys are no good either. You can't even take a beating, and you're trying to rob people. This won't do." "Come on, get up. Let's hold on for three more minutes. It'll be five minutes soon."

"Uncle, we were wrong, please forgive us." The second and third brothers realized what had happened and knelt down with their leader, begging for mercy.

"No. Stand up! Keep going." Sun Zhiwei's tone suddenly became stern.

He could tell that these three young men were probably committing robbery for the first time, as they didn't speak fluently.

But once they succeed once and get a taste of success, they will become even more reckless.

In less than three years, they will become a malignant tumor in the area.

People change very quickly. They may be very naive now, but once they've seen blood, it only takes a few days for them to become ruthless.

Many people who were able to overcome the temporary difficulties built up a fortune during the reform wave a few years later.

However, if they couldn't resist and went down another path, whether they could survive three severe crackdowns depended on their luck.

Sun Zhiwei saw that the young people were all under 20 years old and novices, so he thought he could salvage the situation.

That's why his tone became stern.

Today we must teach them a lesson they won't forget, a lesson that will reach their very core. So that the next time they think of resorting to crooked means, they'll tremble with fear, and then his goal will be achieved.

"Stand up and keep going! You're willing to rob someone, are you afraid of getting beaten up?"

Sun Zhiwei didn't care about their kneeling and begging appearance. He knew clearly that their hands and feet were so cold that they couldn't feel any pain.

Their thick cotton-padded clothes meant they couldn't possibly feel pain kneeling on the ground. Therefore, they were simply feigning helplessness because they sensed the situation was turning against them; though young, they were incredibly cunning.

"Slap, slap slap."

"Ouch, ouch."

"Get up and keep running!"

Sun Zhiwei pulled the three men off the ground and drove them into the city.

This time he used a bit of force, and through their cold skin, they felt a stinging pain.

So they all jumped up from the ground and ran along Yongwai Street toward Yongdingmen.

Sun Zhiwei followed behind them, walking at a leisurely pace, like herding sheep. If he saw someone running too slowly, he would crack his whip to make them run faster.

As he passed by that simple-minded fourth brother, he glanced at him sideways, which intimidated the fourth brother once again.

Then he said to the big, simple-minded man, "Go and push both cars up and follow."

"Bang! Don't stop! Get running!"

The three had no choice but to run. Running under the streetlights at four or five in the morning in this freezing weather was something else entirely.

But Sun Zhiwei's whip was incredibly powerful; the pain could be felt even through their cotton-padded clothes. They simply didn't have the courage to endure it and could only start their morning run under Sun Zhiwei's whipping.

Before they even reached Yongding Gate, the three of them were already sweating profusely from the heat.

However, at this point they discovered a problem.

When their hands and feet were cold, they couldn't feel the redness and swelling of their injuries.

Now that I feel warm all over, my muscles are moving again, and all the swollen areas are starting to ache.

The intense, agonizing feeling is unimaginable to anyone who hasn't experienced it; it's a sensation so intense you feel like you want to die.

(End of this chapter)