Silly Zhu's Moving: The Old Neighbor's Nightmare

Chapter 122 Confiscated

Silly Zhu chuckled and said, "Oh, really? I'm so scared."

He then fell silent, controlling the strength of his leg to deliver a powerful kick to the chest.

Before the bald youth could react, he was forcefully propelled backward.

A sound of a bowl slamming and the table being overturned rang out, and the unfinished mutton soup spilled all over the bald young man's head and face.

Several uneaten steamed buns fell to the ground, and several small stools were overturned.

The bald man felt a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, making it difficult to breathe. He fell to the ground, his face flushed red, clutching his chest and unable to get up.

Upon seeing this, the two young men who had come with him grabbed a small stool from the ground and attacked Sha Zhu.

With his mental observation, Sha Zhu could see the exact movements of the two people.

He kicked one of the crew-cut guys away, grabbed the arm of another crew-cut guy, and with a judo throw, sent him and the bald guy to join him.

Sha Zhu moved very quickly, before the guy with the buzz cut who had been kicked could even get up.

She grabbed him by the collar and tossed him loosely next to the bald man.

The two short-haired boys tried to get up, but Sha Zhu walked over.

One person kicked both men in the chest, causing them unbearable pain that prevented them from getting up.

Sha Zhu straightened the three people, placing them close together, and then straddled them with his long legs, sitting directly on top of them.

He stretched his right arm and did some exercises, then started working on it under the watchful eyes of his neighbors.

He slapped the three men across the face repeatedly, shouting loudly.

"I'll teach you to call me 'Silly Pillar,' I'll teach you to call me 'Silly Pillar

The bald man, in particular, had only just caught his breath when he felt a sharp pain in his face.

Sha Zhu wasn't satisfied with his shouting, so the sound he made changed to, "Sha Zhu, Sha Zhu, Sha Zhu,"

Sha Zhu called out his name and slapped all three men across the face, especially the young bald man.

Sha Zhu's expression was particularly sinister, and the repeated shouts of "Sha Zhu" echoed within a radius of dozens of meters.

The vendors' calls nearby seemed to have collectively fallen silent; apart from the shouts of "Silly Zhu" and the loud sound of someone being slapped across the face, there was no other sound.

Sha Zhu slapped them in the face for a while, then stopped.

He shook his right hand vigorously and stood up under the gaze of the neighbors.

Pull the three people lying on the ground up, make them kneel down, and say to them,

"From now on, call me Sha Zhu, and shout it out loud!" Seeing the three men's blank stares, Sha Zhu slapped each of them across the face.

"Hurry up, shout it out loud, and be quick about it."

Sha Zhu thought to himself, "If I don't hurry, the neighborhood committee officials will be here." He had already seen people running in the direction of the neighborhood committee office.

Seeing the three kneeling on the ground, their mouths moved, their voices like kittens, and they couldn't understand what they were saying, their faces trembling.

Sha Zhu was furious. "Weren't you guys so arrogant when you came here? Didn't Sha Zhu shout so enthusiastically? Why are you all out of energy now? I'll shout for you."

As he spoke of Sha Zhu, he called out his own name, and his right arm, which had recovered from its rest, swung up again.

"Silly Zhu, silly Zhu, silly Zhu..." The slap in his hand seemed to be hitting not just the faces of three street thugs, but also the hearts of the neighbors nearby.

Sha Zhu's mental energy enveloped the largest area he could scan nearby. Old Liu and his nephew hid in a corner of the alley, their legs trembling incessantly.

With his bangs now noticeably thinner, he stared wide-eyed in disbelief in the direction of Sha Zhu.

Xu Damao covered his face in fear and squatted down behind the stall.

Two pretty young ladies who hadn't gone far also covered their mouths and looked over in disbelief.

Old Zhang looked into the distance, as if he had heard something and realized what was happening.

He quickly walked over and stood a meter away, saying to Sha Zhu, who was still slapping him, "Zhu Zi, stop! Director Wang is coming."

Upon hearing Old Zhang's voice, Sha Zhu stopped what he was doing, and the three street thugs fell backward.

Before Director Wang could even approach, Sha Zhu rushed forward, his face contorted with a mournful expression, and loudly proclaimed,

"Director Wang, please help me! These three thugs didn't pay for their meal and even tried to beat me up. All the neighbors in the neighborhood can testify for me."

The neighbors were dumbfounded; this idiot Zhu was really spouting nonsense.

Didn't I already call you by your nickname? You just said, "Call me 'Silly Pillar'!"

Especially those shouts of "Idiot Zhu!" at the end, they were so loud!

Do you think we're all deaf and stupid? Are you making a fool of us? How did this turn into a scene where people go out to eat and don't pay?

However, the neighbors then remembered that Sha Zhu had indeed asked three people for money earlier.

Sha Zhu had said he'd go to the neighborhood committee if they didn't pay, so how did they end up fighting?

Director Wang, with a dark face, shoved Sha Zhu aside, and Sha Zhu quickly cooperated by moving aside.

Director Wang led two young soldiers over to check on the three people lying on the ground.

Seeing the three men's faces swollen and red from being slapped, Director Wang was furious.

Your sister just beat up another kid this morning, sending him to the hospital. It turns out you, as the older brother, set a good example.

Sha Zhu, acting like a lackey, followed over and whispered, "Director Wang, it's alright, I was controlling my strength."

They absolutely can't be killed. They finished their meal without paying and tried to leave. I ignored them and left.

They even tried to hit me. You have to stand up for me! They didn't give me a single penny and they wasted food.

Look, all the steamed buns I painstakingly made have fallen on the floor. We can wipe them up and still eat them, but look at the mutton soup on the floor... I got up in the middle of the night to make that..."

"Shut up!" Director Wang shouted at Sha Zhu.

He then took two young soldiers to inquire about the situation from the surrounding neighbors. The more he learned, the angrier Director Wang became, and his face turned frighteningly dark.

He then looked at Li Jianguo, who had just jogged over, and said...

"Xiao Li, go to the nearest pharmacy and invite Dr. Hu, who works there, to the neighborhood office. Tell him about the situation and bring some medicine to reduce the swelling."

Li Jianguo immediately ran towards the nearby pharmacy as instructed by Director Wang.

Director Wang turned to the nearby residents and said, "A few of you, come and help take these three guys on the ground to the neighborhood office."

The neighbors immediately rushed over, picked up the three men from the ground, and headed towards the neighborhood office.

Then Director Wang said to the two young soldiers, "Confiscate everything from this stall and take it back to the subdistrict office."

Director Wang pointed to the cart, steamer baskets, mutton soup, stove, tables, and benches on the stall.

Finally, he looked at Sha Zhu and said, "You, He Yuzhu, go to the street office right now, hurry up." As he spoke, the street office director kicked Sha Zhu.

Sha Zhu was inwardly bitter. He quickly dodged the light kick and said...

"Director Wang, I'm helping to tidy up the things on the stall." Why are you confiscating my things? I haven't even sold out of my mutton soup and big meat buns in a day.

Sha Zhu pretended to go up and help, taking advantage of the moment when Director Wang and the two young soldiers were putting things onto the cart.

They hurriedly took meat buns from the steamer and gave them to Liu Guangtian and Yushui's two friends.

Each person gave them two meat buns and told them to leave, but two young soldiers saw this and quickly came over to stop them.

I thought to myself, this steamed bun and mutton soup smells so good, but now Director Wang said they're all going to be confiscated. Now everything belongs to the neighborhood committee.

When Sha Zhu saw the two young soldiers coming, he quickly picked up the steamer basket and deliberately walked over to block their way.

Following Sha Zhu's instructions, the three little ones, each holding a meat bun, swarmed into the crowd and disappeared from sight.