Electronic Nezha

Chapter 176 People Who Skirt the Line
With the help of Leather Jacket No. 2, Brown Sunglasses slowly moved from the sofa to us. He squatted on the ground, clutching his stomach, and looked up with a fawning smile, saying, "I won't cover my head, haha."

Leather Jacket Number One was kicked by Hao Hao and fell to the ground, his butt sticking out like a maggot as he crawled to his boss's side and remained there in the same position.

Leather Jacket Number Two appeared to move freely, but after squatting down, a chafing injury somewhere likely made him feel uneasy, and he ended up sitting in a duck position...

The man in brown sunglasses continued to look up at me, tentatively asking, "What line of business do you make your fortune in, boss?"

"Don't ask me yet, I'll ask you, is this fun?" I took out a lighter and lit it on his hair. As someone who's been around, even his brown sunglasses show that his hair is meticulously styled, slicked back and covered in hair oil. When I lit it, a burst of sparks popped out of his head. I lit it again, and there was another burst. He wanted to blow on my lighter but didn't dare, so he could only keep scratching his head with both hands, looking exactly like a Jackie Chan scratching his head meme.

The man in brown sunglasses, his face contorted with worry, said with a gloomy expression, "It's not fun." But you know what? I actually think it's quite fun.

Have you ever heard the saying, "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you"?

The man in brown sunglasses said solemnly, "Brother, is that your nickname in the underworld? Can I use your name if I need anything in the future?"

Ma Chaoran turned her head away, trying hard to suppress her laughter.

Leather Jacket Number Two said, "This sounds like something a sage would say."

"Yes," said the man in the leather jacket. "It was said by Guan Yu, the Second Master Guan."

The man in brown sunglasses asked, puzzled, "Brother, what are you from? I've never heard of you before."

Hu Chunyan said, "This is my landlord."

The man in brown sunglasses said thoughtfully, "Am I out of touch? Now everyone calls the boss 'landlord'?"

I figured it out; these three must think I'm the leader of some gang. It's understandable, though. They came to collect a debt on a sunny winter day, encountered resistance from the victim, and a fight broke out—that's all normal so far. Then suddenly these three strange creatures barged in and made things weird—Hao Hao hasn't even shown his face yet. Who would be a good Samaritan who doesn't dare show their face?
I had no idea what to do next. I'm just a fruit seller who has spent half my life being kind to people. I know nothing about fighting and killing. Burning my hair just now was just giving them a taste of their own medicine. I looked to Ma Chaoran for help.

Ma Chaoran reached out his hand to Leather Jacket No. 2: "Give me the IOU."

Leather Jacket Number Two Duck sat on the ground, resigned to its fate, and said, "This definitely won't work."

As soon as Hao Hao took a step forward, he immediately took out the IOU and presented it with both hands: "Here you go."

When I took it, I saw that it stated a loan of 40 yuan, which was being used as collateral due to an inability to repay. It was signed by Sun Xiaogang, with his signature and fingerprint. Not only was the handwriting messy, but there were also several typos in just two short lines. My handwriting is also not good, so I never judge people by their appearance, but Sun Xiaogang's handwriting was truly shocking.

I asked, "What kind of debt is this? What did he do with the money?"

The man in brown sunglasses said, "Gambling debts."

I understood instantly.

Hu Chunyan shouted, "That beast Sun Xiaogang has learned to gamble again? Where's that wild woman he's with?"

The man in brown sunglasses said, "You might not believe it, but we've never even met Sun Xiaogang. This guy was brought to me by a friend in the underworld. I only handle collecting payments; we're just a third party." He then casually pulled out a business card and handed it to me, saying, "Brother, please keep my card. If you ever run into any trouble or something that's inconvenient for you to do in person, we can take care of it for you. Our fees are very reasonable."

I glanced at his business card. This guy was called Cui San'er. I knew without a doubt that this was his nickname in the underworld. The name "Cui San'er" was printed on the business card meticulously. This was the first time I had ever seen someone print the "er" suffix in a name on paper...

Below the name are listed services you can't even imagine, such as "collecting debts on behalf of others, handling disputes, low-interest loans, and clearing points on driver's licenses." The blank spaces on both sides of the business card are printed with two sentences like couplets: "Helping people in distress and rescuing people from fire and water."

I pushed his hand back and said, "Knowing your name is enough. Whether I want to find you or not, I don't need this." Cui San'er nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes."

Hu Chunyan said, "I'll hire you right now to kill Sun Xiaogang."

Cui San'er said, "Big sister, we won't do anything illegal!"

Ma Chaoran said, "Arson, burglary, and intentional injury—are these considered not committing illegal acts?"

Cui San'er said with a bitter face, "Miss, it's not that serious. We're just doing things that are close to the edge. You're making it sound like we're about to be executed."

Hu Chunyan said, "Yes, I'll call the police right now and have you arrested."

Cui San'er looked up at Hu Chunyan as if she were watching a joke and said, "Stop making a fuss, sister. If we go to the police station now, they'll just accuse us of 'having a conflict'." He took off his sunglasses, revealing his shifty eyes, and said, "I may not be good-looking, which may make people prejudice against me, but we came here with an IOU. Even if the police know what happened, they still have to follow the law. They can't really kill us."

I crumpled the paper I got from Leather Jacket Number Two into a ball and held it in my hand, saying, "IOU? What IOU?"

Cui San'er panicked immediately: "Big brother, you can't burn that thing! If you want to burn it, burn me instead!"

"Hey, you did remind me." I unfolded the IOU again, lit one end with a lighter, and flames shot up, burning away less than half of it in an instant.

"Whoosh—whoosh—" Cui San'er tried to blow out the fire from a distance, but the fire was fueled by the wind and burned even more. I felt my hand was burning and threw the note away.

Ignoring his stomachache, Cui San'er rushed forward to stab the wound, managing only to manage to salvage the words "Jin Qian" (meaning "I owe you"). Tears welled in his eyes as he cried, "The people across the street run a casino. Can I afford to offend them?"

I said, "Can you afford to mess with me?"

"How could I have run into such a thing!" Cui San'er squatted on the ground and wailed.

“Actually, this is easy to solve,” I said.

Cui San'er immediately became focused, with Leather Jacket No. 1 lying on the ground to listen, and Leather Jacket No. 2 sitting like a duck to listen.

"Go find whoever owes the money."

The three of them wore expressions of shock, realization, and then growing confusion. If this were a cultivation novel, these three brothers would advance a whole realm based on just one sentence.

"Brother, you might as well let your shady friend kick us to death!" It turns out he didn't achieve enlightenment; he just broke down.

"Are you serious?" I don't want to get entangled with them anymore.

"Just kidding, does this mean we can leave now?"

I said, "I have a fruit stand across from the cold storage. If you or your employers have any questions, feel free to come to me. But if you dare to harass me again, you won't get away with it so easily next time." I figured I might as well keep my own backing and have the Sixth Division to back me up. What's a few borderline troublemakers doing me a disservice?

Cui San'er and Leather Jacket Number One staggered out, clutching their stomachs. Leather Jacket Number Two walked a long way before sneaking back. He picked up the red underwear on the ground, waved to us, and said, "I'll take this private thing."

(End of this chapter)