Chapter 69

He Ping's sudden change left the young man stunned. This little brat seemed a bit off. Just a moment ago, he looked like an ordinary elementary school student, his face full of panic. But now, why did just one sentence from him make the young man feel a chill down his spine? The young man shook his head, dispelling the thought, and as he stepped forward, he said, "It seems I have to make you understand that I'm not joking around by myself?"

Facing the approaching young man, He Ping showed no change, maintaining the same expression and standing in the same spot. This time, Dong Dapeng, who was standing beside him, was different from his previous fear. Although there was a hint of tension on his face, there was more excitement. He had already seen a glimpse of He Ping's fighting ability. In the past, he had always looked up to He Ping, and now his admiration was even greater. In his view, this young man was certainly no match for He Ping.

Although Dong Dapeng's admiration was a bit blind, at least one point was correct: the young man was indeed no match for He Ping. As the young man stepped forward and was about to grab He Ping's collar, he didn't expect that just as his hand was about to touch He Ping, He Ping's hand moved like lightning, grabbing his wrist and twisting it. A pig-like scream came from the young man's mouth.

He Ping didn't stop there. Taking advantage of the young man's back being turned due to the wrist twist, he kicked the young man's knee, causing him to kneel on the ground. Without hesitation, He Ping continued his assault, and the young man was beaten to the ground, barely able to protect his vital areas. After more than ten punches and kicks, He Ping stopped and stepped back.

The young man, still not fully comprehending the situation, thought he had only been ambushed and still believed He Ping was just an ordinary elementary school student. So, when he got up, he had a fierce look and tried to pounce again. However, just as he took a step forward, still some distance from He Ping, his advance came to an abrupt halt. A gun was pressed against his forehead, and the dark barrel made him shiver.

"Heh... heh, little brother, even if it's a toy gun, you shouldn't point it at people," a bead of sweat rolled down the young man's forehead. Fundamentally, he didn't believe it was a real gun. Guns weren't something anyone could own in this country, let alone an elementary school student. Even the police didn't always carry guns. However, He Ping's expressionless eyes made his heart skip a beat, and a thought involuntarily came to mind—what if it's real?

"Heh." He Ping sneered and said, "Whether it's a real gun or not, you should be able to tell. Look at the size of the barrel, the size of the gun, and the material it's made of."

Although the internet was just starting to take off, gun action movies were very popular. Anyone with a bit of common sense could easily distinguish between a real gun and a toy gun. Toy guns fired plastic BBs, so their barrels were smaller. Real guns had larger barrels, and the most crucial detail was the rifling inside the barrel. Toy guns, designed for children, were smaller and made of low-quality plastic, while real guns were not.

Looking at the gun barrel in front of him and recalling the gun action movies he had seen and the toy guns he had seen, the young man's forehead was drenched in sweat. The conclusion that this was a real gun became increasingly clear in his mind. Although he still didn't believe an elementary school student could have a real gun, he understood that it was better to be safe than sorry. If it was real, his life would be in danger.

Seeing the young man fall silent, He Ping smiled satisfactorily and said, "Good, you're quite smart. Don't worry, I don't want to be a criminal. As long as you don't do anything stupid, we'll be fine. Just answer my questions obediently, understand?"

The young man nodded quickly. Now he was the fish on the chopping block, and he had no choice but to comply. Seeing the young man's compliance, He Ping asked, "Who's the boss around Dongguan? Whose influence is the strongest?"

The young man, of course, knew what He Ping was asking. Although he was a bit surprised by the question, he thought about the strange elementary school student who had overpowered him and was holding a gun. Considering his life was in the other's hands, he didn't hesitate and said, "The strongest influence in Dongguan is the Jinlong Gang in Huayuan Road. The strongest boss is the leader of the Jinlong Gang, known as Uncle Long. I don't know much more than that."

"Jinlong Gang?" He Ping laughed. "What a domineering name."

"Well... it's not exactly like that," the young man explained. "Uncle Long actually runs a KTV called Jinlong Club. The first and second floors are private rooms, and the basement is a billiard room. Many people from that area started going there to play billiards. Over time, Uncle Long started giving them discounts and freebies. Gradually, Uncle Long and the young people from that area formed a group, helping each other out. They even fought with some troublemakers, so they gradually became known as the Jinlong Gang."

Hearing this explanation, He Ping was taken aback. Was this a gang? It seemed more like a loose-knit mutual aid group. These people seemed to be ordinary citizens and didn't engage in illegal activities like extortion. From this perspective, they were even more decent than the young man who had tried to extort an elementary school student. Another thought crossed He Ping's mind—could all the gangs in Qingshan be like this?

Hearing He Ping's question, the young man quickly said, "No, no, it's only like this in Dongguan. After all, this area is mostly inhabited by ordinary people. They rely on numbers and unity, but they don't have much real fighting power. I've heard that in Nanguan, there are several large gangs sponsored by big bosses. They hire unemployed thugs to do their dirty work in secret."

Nanguan? He Ping sighed. Was this a case of going the long way around? Seeing the young man's envious expression, He Ping asked, "Why don't you go to Nanguan and join one of those gangs?"

The young man smiled awkwardly and said, "I... I'm a good person... Besides, with my skills, I wouldn't even be good enough to be a peripheral member."

He Ping sneered and said, "From the way you talk, it seems you've been there before, but they kicked you out, right?"

The young man's face turned red, and he lowered his head, not saying a word. It seemed this was not a good memory. Seeing his expression, He Ping waved his hand and said, "I've learned what I needed to know. You can leave now. Don't let me see you extorting or robbing again, and don't tell anyone about today. Otherwise, heh, you can imagine the consequences."

[PS: Third update of the day!]

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