Chapter 6
"Help! There's a thief! Beat the thief!" After kicking Chen Tianming over, Longgen ran to the shop entrance, shouting and waving his arms like a madman, his voice booming.
"Long Fool, stop yelling!" Chen Tianming snapped, still scrambling to his feet, trying to shut Longgen up.
Longgen sneered inwardly, cursing, You old dog, trying to screw my woman and telling me to shut up? You're dead meat!
"Help! Anyone there? A thief's stealing! Come quick!" Longgen kept shouting.
Chen Tianming's face turned livid. He knew Longgen was a fool, clueless about everything. Such people were easy to handle but also the worst to deal with—stubborn as hell. With all this yelling, he'd draw the whole village—men, women, young, and old.
"Wah... wah..." Shen Lijuan crouched by the shelves, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Cry for what? I didn't even screw you! Damn it!" Chen Tianming stood, pulling up his pants, cursing.
His luck was rotten. Soaked with water first thing in the morning, he'd thought he'd get a taste of the widow, only to be kicked by a fool, scraping skin off his face, and now branded a thief!
Adjusting his pants, Chen Tianming was about to bolt when people appeared at the shop door.
"Little Long, what's going on? thiefs? Bandits? Where? And your aunt?" Li Sanshui rushed over, carrying a pole.
Li Sanshui was the village's renowned strongman. Short but packed with dark, bulging muscles, he was explosive with strength. Well-liked and respected, he had a lot of clout.