If I don't go to hell, who will? Let me do it!

The Foreign Monk's voice was so loud that the thief who was locking the car was startled.

"Which bastard scared me?" the thief turned around angrily.

Then he saw the foreign monk's physique, as robust as Arctic, and that shiny bald head—was he a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Foreign Monk?

The thief immediately swallowed hard.

But his expression immediately hardened, and he adopted a fierce look, threatening the Foreign Monk: "Baldy, don't meddle in other people's business! Otherwise, you'll get a knife!"

These days, to work in his line of work, you have to be ruthless. If you're ruthless, people will be afraid of you!

However, this trick doesn't work every time...

"Benefactor, are you going to refuse to correct your mistakes?" the Foreign Monk said in a deep voice, holding a bowl in one hand and the other hand peeking out from under his robe.

Then, the Foreign Monk did a bodybuilder's arm-raising motion, with the muscles on his right arm bulging and veins standing out on each muscle.

The Foreign Monk said kindly, "My benefactor, this is my right arm, which I have been single for thirty-six years. If you still refuse to repent, I will let you taste the power of this right arm."

His right arm, which he had been single for thirty-six years, was strong and powerful; his forearm was as thick as a thief's thigh!

The thief was certain that if the other person threw a punch, they could beat him half to death.

So he backed down—yes, if you're fierce, people will be afraid of you. Foreign Monk fierce, the thief would be afraid.

"You just wait and see! If I see you again, I'll get my brothers to cripple you!" the thief threatened, and was about to stand up and run away.

But just then, a very strong arm grabbed his collar and lifted him into the air.

"Ahhh!" the thief screamed. He turned around and saw that the person grabbing him was none other than the car owner, Zhou Li!

The Foreign Monk's loud shout had startled Zhou Li —a thief? His newly bought electric scooter had been targeted again?

Damn it! If I don't beat you to a pulp today, even your own mother won't recognize you, or I'm not a Zhou!

Zhou Li rushed downstairs—he'd been holding back a lot of anger for the past two days!

Now, the thief has walked right into his line of fire.

He wanted to punch the thief in the face to show him his anger.

"Kid, so you're the one trying to steal my car?" Zhou Li sneered, clenching his right fist. It was a terrifying fist; if it were aimed at the face, one punch would leave the thief a bloody mess, followed by a concussion and hospitalization!

The thief's face turned deathly pale. Zhou Li was clearly a man of brute strength. He felt that this punch would surely send him to his knees, and he might even be mentally disabled for the rest of his life.

"Take this punch!" Zhou Li threw a punch filled with hatred!

"Ahhh!" The thief covered his face with his hands, feigning weakness.

"Donor, please wait!"

Just as Zhou Li's fist was about to strike the thief's face, suddenly, a strong arm grabbed Zhou Li's fist!

Zhou Li felt as if his arm was being clamped in steel clamps, and he couldn't move!

He glared angrily at the owner of the arm—the loud-voiced Foreign Monk.

"Master?" Zhou Li asked, puzzled. Why was this master blocking his way?

"This benefactor, you mustn't hit him," the Foreign Monk said calmly.

"Why? Are you going to protect this thief, Master?" Zhou Li roared angrily!

What he hates most are these saintly, overly-kind people who seem to want to cover everything up. Regardless of whether the other person is good or evil, they blindly protect them. It's because of these stupid, saintly, overly-kind people that more and more evil people are being protected in society, and they're becoming increasingly arrogant!

"No, this humble monk is not trying to protect this thief." The Foreign Monk smiled slightly and said, "It's just that, benefactor, if you were to deliver this punch, this frail thief would be seriously injured; a concussion would be inevitable!"

"So what?!" Zhou Li roared, wanting to beat this guy into an idiot!

"In that case... you will have to pay a huge price. According to the law, even if he is a thief, if you injure him and cause serious injury, you will still be sentenced. In serious cases, you may even be sentenced to about three years. A thief, on the other hand, will only be detained for a maximum of ten days. Is it worth it to exchange your three years for a thief's ten days of detention?" the Foreign Monk —his words were unpleasant to hear, but they were the truth.

Zhou Li: "..."

Why does this expert have such a deep understanding of the law?

"What should I do then? Should I just let this thief go?" Zhou Li said through gritted teeth.

The thief's eyes lit up immediately; it was truly a case of "when you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up before you!"

"You can take him to the police station, benefactor!" the Foreign Monk said, clasping his hands together.

The thief isn't afraid of being sent to the police station; it's just a five or ten-day detention, he can treat it as a vacation!

"But I wouldn't be willing to do that," Zhou Li said through gritted teeth.

"In that case... leave it to this humble monk to handle." The Foreign Monk still clasped his hands together, his face full of compassion. "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Then, the Foreign Monk took the thief from Zhou Li's hands.

Zhou Li asked in confusion, "How does the master intend to deal with this thief? Does the master intend to convert him to Buddhism?"

The Foreign Monk lifted the thief up with one hand, then extended his thick, muscular arm—the one that had been single for thirty-seven years. Oh no, thirty-six.

"Since you cannot quell the resentment in your heart, then let this humble monk quell it! In this world, every trouble has its consequence; 'Cause and Effect and effect' will not go unpunished, it's just that the time has not yet come. This time, let this humble monk settle this Cause and Effect!" The master continued with a righteous and awe-inspiring expression, "Since you are to be sent to prison, then let this humble monk go in! What is three years in prison? It will pass in the blink of an eye."

After saying this, the Foreign Monk looked compassionate.

Zhou Li: "Huh?"

"..." The thief cried out, "No! Damn it, this Foreign Monk's got a screw loose! He already had a vague idea of what the big monk was up to!"

But it was too late!

The next moment, a terrifying fist slammed into the thief.

The force of that punch was comparable to the charge of a bull!

Crack! Crack! Crack! The thief felt his bones shatter.

Even internal organs may be injured, undoubtedly a serious injury... possibly even a near-death experience.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" the thief screamed in agony, his face deathly pale and covered in cold sweat. He was already frail; how could he endure such pain?

Damn, that punch was incredibly powerful!

It would be better to let that car owner beat him up. At most, the angry car owner could only seriously injure him, but this Foreign Monk's punch could kill him.

I'm dying, I'm going to die.

After beating up the thief, the Foreign Monk examined his injuries.

"Exactly level two serious injury!" The Foreign Monk nodded in satisfaction, then took out his phone and dialed 110.

"Aaaaaah!" The thief's screams became the background music for the Foreign Monk.

The car owner, Zhou Li, was completely dumbfounded; he felt like his brain's memory was running out of steam.

"Hello, is this 110? I need to report a crime. I've caught a thief."

"Yes, a thief was trying to steal an electric bike. Could you please come over and take him away? By the way, there was a slight mishap during the arrest."

"Yes, I went too far. I seriously injured that thief. It's a level 2 serious injury, maybe even more. Legally, I might get three years in prison!"

"What? I'm not kidding, it's true! You'll see for yourselves if you come over. If it really comes down to it, I'll take a picture of the thief and show it to you. He's seriously injured, level two, and he's still sweating in my hands. You'd better send people over quickly and arrest me and the thief."

"I'm not joking, I'm telling the truth. I'm a monk, so I know about injuries. That's why I can tell he's seriously injured (level two). Really, I'm a monk, and monks don't lie! Listen, the thief's screams are still going on, 'Ahhhhh!'"

"..."

A moment later, the Foreign Monk hung up the phone with a wry smile, "The police (110) didn't seem to believe me. They thought I was making a nuisance call and warned me that if I called again and disturbed their work, they would fine me two hundred yuan."

Zhou Li: "..."

"No matter what, help me, help me!" the thief cried out in agony. He desperately wanted to get to the hospital; he felt like his internal organs were bleeding, and he knew he would die if left untreated.

"Really, there's no other way." The Foreign Monk hoisted the thief onto his shoulder and asked Zhou Li, "Benefactor, where is the nearest police station?"

Zhou Li pointed in a direction, looking blank.

"Thank you, benefactor. I'll take the thief to the police station to turn himself in. After all, seriously injuring someone is a crime, even if he's a thief. Please remember this. Don't act impulsively in the future." The Foreign Monk clasped his hands together, then carried the thief away.

Zhou Li: "..."

And so, the Foreign Monk carried the thief and walked further and further away.

"Take me to the hospital first! Ugh, it hurts so much, I'm going to die!" the thief on the shoulder cried out in despair.

"No, I have seriously injured you. We need to go to the police station to give a statement first," the Foreign Monk said gently.

"I don't want to record anything anymore. I don't need to give any statement. Just take me to the hospital, and I'll take care of everything," the thief cried, his sobs particularly heartbreaking.

"No, you committed theft and must be detained for ten days first," the Foreign Monk said seriously.

The thief was utterly desperate; that monk was a complete idiot!

To pay for his own three-year imprisonment in exchange for ten days of his own?

How incredibly stupid is this person?!

This guy must be insane!

Wait a minute!

The thief suddenly thought of something terrible.

Neuropathy?

Holy crap, even if a mentally ill person commits murder, they don't get punished, right? The thief was genuinely terrified this time.

If I were to die from my injuries on the way, this foolish monk wouldn't even be punished; at most, he'd be locked up in a mental hospital.

High in the sky, Song Shuhang's Spirit Ghost silently watched the events unfold.

The 'Merit Light' emanating from the Foreign Monk grew even stronger...