Li Feng hurriedly pushed through the crowd and squeezed inside. His cousin's door stood open, and from where he stood, he could see tables and chairs overturned all over the room. It was a complete mess, apparently ransacked by force.
In the courtyard, several thugs from the Green Bamboo Gang were beating someone. The man under their fists was none other than Zhang Qiang.
Chen Yulian sobbed nearby, trying to rush over, but Shen Xiuying held her firmly back.
Zhang Maochun trembled with rage beside them. Even though the man being beaten on the ground was his own son, he could not hand over the deed to the house that sheltered and sustained his entire family. Once he surrendered it, where would they live? How would they make a living? His whole family would probably starve to death within days.
After asking around, Li Feng learned that the little bastard Zhang Qiang had not repented after leaving prison. Instead, he had become even more indulgent, running wild with his disreputable friends and even picking up a gambling habit!
Ever since the trouble he had caused last time, Zhang Qiang could clearly feel that his parents and everyone else looked at him differently. Their eyes held nothing but disappointment and disgust.
But he could not endure hardship, either. He thought working in the shop brought money in too slowly, and all he could think about was how to get rich overnight.
At first, his luck had indeed been excellent. After winning several rounds in a row, he got carried away and forgot heaven and earth. He genuinely believed his gambling skills were extraordinary, that he was a once-in-a-century prodigy.
Back then, he had been lost in fantasies: *Once I make a fortune with this "craft," I'll pile heaps of silver on