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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

n“It’s open. The fee is fifty,” a bald man sitting at the village entrance said.

nFangzheng was instantly dumbfounded when he heard that. “You still need to pay for entry?”

nThe man walked over and pointed at the village. “The village’s road is built by the village. What’s wrong with accepting some entry fees? You either pay the money or take a detour.”

nFangzheng said, “Amitabha. Patron, This Penniless Monk is a monk. He doesn’t have money.”

n“Heh… Don’t you blush when you lie? You don’t have money? Where did you get your car from? If you don’t have money, how are you going to pump the car with gas? Using alcohol?” The bald man laughed.

nFangzheng took out an alcohol bottle and handed it over. “It’s really running on alcohol.”

n“No… Are you f**king kidding me? If you have money, give it to me. If not, scram!” The baldy was infuriated by Fangzheng’s actions.

nFangzheng felt helpless. Why was it that no one believed the truth?

nAt that moment, Fangzheng saw a sign on the road and frowned. “Patron, this road was built by the country, right?”

n“I said the village built it. Aren’t you annoying? You either pay or scram. Do you understand?” the bald man said fiercely.

n“Alright, I’ll take a detour then.”

nWith that said, Fangzheng patted the steering wheel and said, “Reverse…”

nScrapped Car grunted. There was no movement. He seemed to be asleep.

nFangzheng felt helpless as he continued patting the steering wheel. “Scrapped Car! Reverse!”

nThe sound of snoring could be heard from Scrapped Car…

nFangzheng looked at the bald man in embarrassment. The bald man looked at Fangzheng as though he was looking at a retard. He said, “Are you a retard or do you think I’m a retard? Your Scrapped Car is f**king voice controlled?”

nFangzheng said, “I don’t know how to drive.”

n“If you don’t know how to drive, how did you drive here? Did the salted fish behind you drive here?” The bald man felt like he was going crazy. What kind of joker had he encountered today?

nFangzheng looked at Salted Fish behind him and said, “He might be better at driving than This Penniless Monk.”

nThe bald man said, “Scram!”

nFangzheng was rendered speechless. There was no way to communicate properly…

nAt that moment, a BMW drove over. The bald man’s eyes lit up immediately as he pointed at Fangzheng. “Be honest. Don’t look around!”

nFangzheng didn’t understand what he meant. He saw another man walk over. The man had a short, crew cut and wore baggy clothes due to the hot weather. The two reached out to stop the car.

nFangzheng heard the baldy say to the driver, “The fee for entering the village is 100.”

nFangzheng was rendered speechless. The price was priced at a whim.

n“So expensive? Forget it, I’ll take a detour.” The BMW driver obviously didn’t want to pay the money, so he prepared to reverse the car.

nAt that moment, Fangzheng saw the crew-cut man walk behind the car. He took out a chicken from his baggy clothes and threw it behind the man’s car.

nThe baldy signaled for the other party to reverse the car…

nThe moment the BMW driver reversed, the crew-cut man shouted, “Stop! You crushed my chicken!”

nFangzheng couldn’t see where the chicken was from his angle, but he knew that chickens reacted quickly. If it was a normal chicken, it would have jumped on the crew-cut man’s head to roost the moment it was thrown out and the car reversed.

nHowever, the chicken did not seem to run. This was a problem.

n“Master, I think we met hooligans.” Salted Fish got up and looked behind him.

nFangzheng said, “Hooligans are good. I’ll go down and take a look.”

nWith that said, Fangzheng alighted.

nThe baldy also saw Fangzheng get out of the car, but he clearly didn’t have the time to bother with Fangzheng. After giving him a look to mind his own business, he said to the BMW driver, “Bro, you crushed my brother’s chicken.”

n“How is that possible?” asked the BMW driver.

n“Take a look yourself. Its legs are crushed,” said the bald man.

nThe BMW driver got out of the car and took a look. Sure enough, a chicken was lying behind the car’s wheel and its legs were broken…

n“That’s impossible. If it was crushed by me, the chicken should be in front of the wheel. Yours is still behind,” said the BMW driver.

n“What do you mean? Are you saying that we’re scamming you for money?” The man with the crew cut was unhappy. He raised his head and leaned forward with a ferocious expression, as though he was about to hit someone the next moment.

nThe BMW driver said, “I don’t mean anything else. I mean… I didn’t run over the chicken.”

n“Who else could it be if it wasn’t you? I saw it clearly just now. You were the one who ran over it,” the man with the crew cut said fiercely.

nThe bald man took out a cigarette and lit it. As he smoked, he said, “Bro, it’s fine if you ran over it. Don’t deny it. My brother’s temper isn’t too good. But speaking of which, I don’t know if you ran over since I didn’t see it. But this chicken is really lame now… Why don’t you buy the chicken? It’s a real free-range chicken. You won’t lose out.”

nThe BMW driver looked at the baldy before looking at the crew-cut man. Clearly, he did not wish to cause trouble, so he asked, “How much?”

n“500!” the crew cut man said.

n“What? Five hundred? Is your chicken made of gold!” The BMW driver turned anxious.

n“1,000!” The crew cut man immediately doubled the price.

n“No… Aren’t you going to do something about your brother?” asked the BMW driver.

n“1,500!” The man with the crew cut continued raising the price. At the same time, he took out a megaphone and shouted in the direction of the village. “Come out and take a look! An outsider has come to be a tyrant! He ran over our chicken and is refusing to pay! Can we let him leave?”

nWith that shout, a group of people suddenly ran out of the village. Some of them were holding pickaxes, while others were holding sickles. All of them surrounded the BMW.

nEveryone shouted, “Ping Yuan, what happened?”

n“Aiya, isn’t this your chicken? What happened to it?”

n“Do you know how to drive? Do you believe that I will hit you?”

n“Don’t bother saying anything else. Smash his car!”

n“Yes! Smash!”

nA group of people shouted and wanted to smash the car.

nWhen the BMW driver heard that, he hurriedly shouted, “No, no, no… I really didn’t run it over.”

n“If it wasn’t you, could it be us?” The man holding the pickaxe shouted.

n“That’s right. If you don’t give an explanation today, don’t even think about leaving!”

n“Yes!”

nThe group of people shouted as they approached. They raised their weapons and the pressure grew…

nThe BMW driver was so scared that his forehead was covered in sweat…

nThe bald man threw away the cigarette in his hand and said, “Bro, pay what’s needed. If it’s not enough, you won’t be able to leave.”

nWith that said, the bald man said to Ping Yuan, “Brother, he didn’t do it on purpose. It’s too much for you to raise it to 2,000 at once. It’s too much… Lower it… okay?”

nPing Yuan said indifferently, “1,000! Not one cent less!”

nThe bald man said to the driver, “I’ve tried my best. It’s up to you.”

nThe BMW driver said, “That’s too much… It’s just a chicken.”

nThe bald man nodded and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand. He took two steps back and said, “This isn’t about the chicken… I’ll call an ambulance for you later.”

nAs he spoke, the others had already surrounded him…

nWhen the BMW driver saw this, he hurriedly shouted, “I’ll pay! Alright?”

nThe crowd stopped. Ping Yuan did not say a word as he extended his hand, indicating that he wanted the money.

nThe BMW driver was on the verge of tears, but what could he do? He could only take out his wallet…

nAt this moment, a voice suddenly sounded. “That chicken seems to be crippled by you guys, right?”

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