The Bell Rings

Earth.

Night fell over City D, lights flickered on, traffic streamed by, and the nightlife had only just begun.

In a pitch-black alley in the old district with no streetlights, the sounds of chopping and stir-frying could be heard. Deep in the alley, a figure swung a length of rebar, savagely beating a bald, fat man in a black T-shirt and gold chain. Every blow landed with a meaty thud...

"You dared skim my money! I worked my ass off at the construction site for two months, and you say you won't pay me? Forget a blue dragon tattoo—even if you had a little yellow duck tattooed on you, I'd still beat the hell out of you!"

After several more strikes, the bald fatty could do nothing but groan.

"Pah! Wearing a plastic gold chain!"

He tossed aside the rebar and pulled out the so-called crocodile leather wallet the fatty never let out of his sight. Opening it, he saw there was nowhere near enough cash to cover his two months of construction work. Then he remembered online payments existed.

"Big brother... stop hitting me... I'll transfer it to you, okay..."

"Hurry up. I still need to go eat cold noodles."

Before long, Zhen Bei walked out of the alley and headed toward the night market. As for the crooked foreman finding people to come after him for getting beaten up, Zhen Bei was not worried in the slightest. He was not bragging—on today's Earth, no matter how many people came, it would not make a difference.

As he walked, a sudden weariness rose from the depths of his heart.

Why was earning a little money so hard? He had encountered more than one or two crooked foremen. He could fight, and in the end, his money would still be