Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Fan Laibao was stubborn and refused to reveal where he hid the money.

Dao picked up the knife he had just thrown on the ground, its blade flashing in the sunlight.

He squatted down and gestured twice with the back of the knife against Fan Laibao's fingers.

"Lai Bao, we're brothers, I won't make things difficult for you."

"If you owe money and want to renege on your debt, try settling it with your fingers. One finger is worth five dollars, so how many do you need to keep?"

Fan Laibao's face turned pale instantly. He shrank back, swallowed hard, and his voice changed.

"Brother Dao, three days. Give me three days, and I'll definitely pay you back, not a penny less."

Dao Ge laughed, a laugh colder than the glint of a knife.

"Three days? You owe me three days? Who do I owe?"

He slapped Fan Laibao across the face with a sharp, resounding slap.

Fan Laibao's face swelled up on one side, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, so he quickly changed his words.

"Can't you even do it for one day?"

Dao Ge didn't stand on ceremony with him and gave a wink to the people behind him.

Several thugs, one on each side, twisted Fan Laibao's arms behind his back and held him down tightly.

"Lai Bao, we're all brothers? You were a brother when you borrowed money, but what about when it came time to pay it back?"

Fan Laibao struggled a few times but couldn't break free, his hoarse voice cracking from shouting.

"Brother Dao, have you forgotten all the days we've been through together?"

"Last time you fought those guys from Dongzhuang, who took the bricks for you? It was me, Dao-ge! You have to be loyal!"

Dao Ge glanced at him, but didn't put down the knife.

Fan Laibao turned to look at Chang Kun again, his voice trembling with tears.

"Chang Kun, we're relatives!"

"You just watched me like this and let him chop me up?"

"If I lost a finger, I'd go all the way to your sister's house in Beijing and complain to her, you believe me?!"

Chang Kun chuckled but didn't say anything.

This kind of person still wants to go to the capital to act shamelessly?

In less than two days, they were sent back as vagrants.

Dao Ge's knife was already pressed against Fan Laibao's index finger, the blade touching the flesh, feeling cool.

Fan Laibao shuddered and completely broke down.

He cried out, his face covered in snot and tears, "The money is with my parents!"

"Just got it today, two hundred yuan, my sister brought it from Beijing! Dao-ge, you should go ask them for it, they'll definitely give it to you!"

There was a moment of silence.

Dao Ge paused for a moment, then turned to look at Chang Kun.

Chang Kun glanced coldly at the group, bent down and picked up a fist-sized stone from the ground, held it in his hand, and tested its weight.

The stone spun in his palm, his fingers tightened, and when he loosened them again, the stone shattered into pieces, which fell softly through his fingers.

He picked up another piece, this one was bigger, a whole size larger than his fist.

He held it in his hand, his five fingers slowly closing, and the stone made a faint cracking sound. When he opened his hand again, the pebbles fell from his palm and landed on the withered grass with a few soft thuds.

Using space to break up stones is really simple and easy.

Chang Kun dusted off his hands, looked up at Dao Ge, and said, "Anyone who's after the two old folks should think about this stone."

Dao Ge's face turned pale. He looked at the two piles of pebbles on the ground, then at Chang Kun's hand. There wasn't even a red mark on that hand; it was as clean as if nothing had happened.

I was just fighting against a monster like that?

It's really lucky I didn't get killed; I'll have to burn some more incense later.

Dao Ge slapped Fan Laibao's face with the back of his knife, making a loud slapping sound.

"Lai Bao, you're really something! Still thinking about how to screw over your parents?"

Fan Laibao shrank his neck, his face trembling with the back of the knife, his hoarse voice almost gone.

"Brother Dao, I really don't have any money. All my money is with my parents..."

Dao Ge ignored him and gave a wink to the side.

The thug with the knife took a step forward, grabbed Fan Laibao's left hand, straightened his index finger and pressed it to the ground, then gestured with the blade against the base of his finger.

"Brother Dao, let's stop wasting our breath on him! Forget about the money, let's just break his fingers today."

"I hate unfilial people more than anything in my life. They even lie to their own parents. What's the point of keeping them around?"

Fan Laibao shuddered, and the faint smell of urine wafted through the air.

He turned his head sharply, his eyes wide like copper bells, and shouted at Chang Kun.

"Chang Kun! Save me! We're relatives!"

"I was wrong! I was so wrong!"

"I'll go back and kowtow to my parents, I'll kneel before Tao Hong, please save me this time..."

Chang Kun gave a cold laugh.

"You don't know you're wrong, you're just afraid of having your fingers cut off."

Fan Laibao's lips trembled slightly.

"My mother's eyesight is already bad. If she finds out I've lost a finger, won't she cry herself blind?"

"You have to save me!"

Before he could finish speaking, the knife was already pressed against his fingertips. The blade was icy cold, and Fan Laibao froze, his hoarse voice cracking.

"Don't cut! I'll talk!"

"I have money! I'll give you more! Ten extra dollars each! Don't rip me off!"

As soon as the thug holding him loosened his grip, Fan Laibao pulled his hand back, and the knife struck the muddy ground, splattering mud all over Fan Laibao's mouth.

His face was streaked with tears and snot, his voice trembled, and he spoke each word rapidly, as if afraid that if he spoke too slowly, the knife would be plunged in.

"On the underwear... there's a pocket in the front of the underwear, I sewed it myself... the money's there..."

Dao Ge and his gang were stunned for a second, then the thugs laughed.

"Money hidden in your underwear?" The thug with the pointed chin and monkey-like face laughed until tears streamed down his face.

"You're a fucking genius!"

Fan Laibao lay on the ground, his face buried in the soil, his ears turning red and purple.

Two thugs stepped forward, pinned the man down, and, ignoring his struggles, unbuckled their belts and reached inside to rummage.

A wad of banknotes was pulled out of the front pocket of his underwear; it was damp, still warm from his body, and crumpled into a ball.

The tall, thin man took the bills and unfolded them, counting them one by one: ten-yuan notes, five-yuan notes, one-yuan notes, and even small change. He counted them and found there were over a hundred bills in total.

With Chang Kun watching over him, Dao Ge didn't dare take more than forty yuan.

After taking the money, he patted Fan Laibao's face with the back of his knife.

"Laibao, wouldn't it have been fine if you had done this earlier? Why did you have to go through all this trouble?"

He gathered the remaining money together, a crumpled stack, and handed it to Chang Kun with both hands.

"Brother, take this money back with you; you should return it to the two elderly people."

He paused, then added, "We may not be exactly respectable people, but we can't take money from the elderly."

Chang Kun overestimated this man's abilities.

He was a big, burly man with a crooked blue dragon tattoo, but he was quite tactful in his speech and actions.

He didn't reach out to take it. Instead, he pulled two stalks of wormwood from the withered grass, cut off the ends, used them as chopsticks, and took the wad of money.

There's nothing else to it, he just felt uncomfortable, afraid the money would smell like underwear.

Fan Laibao lay on the ground, his face buried in the dirt, looking like a lump of mud, muttering incoherently.

"It's over, it's all over!"

"Now the person is still alive, but the money is gone..."