In the North, someone would carve a statue of him out of wood. It's hard to say whether it looks like it, but the words SB are carved very standard.
Those people will use the wood carved with SB as a prayer tool, and their leader may have different meanings to different people.
In some normal villages, some people would regard him as a patron saint, because he is always wandering around the north, attacking those bandits and the like in the wilderness or snowfields.
Those who are hopelessly bad will be killed, while those who are forced by life and have no choice but to commit wrongdoings will be given a chance to change their ways.
Occasionally, some survivors and rescued people spread such deeds, and the situation became like this.
The shield guard even heard that in an unknown village, some villagers went to the city for the market, but encountered bandits on the way. They took out the SB statue they had carved, and the bandits were scared away as if they had seen a ghost. There are folk legends like this that I don’t know whether they are true or false.
But then again, for those bandits and bad guys, the young leader does have a bad reputation. To use what the other party occasionally says, that is, he is the bad guy's nemesis.
Similarly, some people regard him as the God of War, because he is always invincible on the battlefield.
No matter how many enemies there are on the opposite side, he often only needs one person to defeat them.
Ursus has the habit of worshiping the strong. This kind of naked display of his powerful strength is the most able to attract fellow warriors, even those enemies defeated by him.
Some soldiers who have not done anything bad themselves will choose to join the organization and become a part of their team because they have personally experienced his power. After going through the trial process as prisoners, they choose to join the organization.
As for the group that trusts the young leader the most, it is probably some poor people living at the bottom of society. The leader of his family will raise charity funds from the treasury of local tyrants and bullies in some cities he passes by.
If conditions permit, part of the funds raised will be used by the other party and distributed to some local poor people in need of help.
Those who had been helped selflessly were very grateful to him, but they gave him a nickname, which seemed to be the God of Generous Treasury.
Therefore, sometimes, the leader of his family will also play the role of the god of wealth.
. . . .
"Do you need to take money out?"
the shield guard asked.
“We take it from the people and use it for the people, but the money we bring here does not belong to the people here.
If I need to, I'll be here to raise a separate donation from bad-hearted people. "
Wu Ke answered truthfully.
The shield guard nodded: "Then Sir SB, I wish you good luck in martial arts!"
"If possible, I hope that the situation here will be as prosperous as this city looks on the surface..."
After leaving the hotel, passing through the bustling area, we came to the area near Longmen.
"You damn brat, how dare you steal my buns..."
When Wu Ke heard the sound, he saw a short figure being chased on the street in front by a middle-aged man holding a rolling pin.
"Damn thief, three hands, running really fast, whoever is in front of me, help me stop him!"
The middle-aged man was not as fast as the opponent. He was panting behind him, shouting breathlessly as he chased.
However, the people on the street in front of him did not move, but looked like they were watching a good show.
Some people even shouted on the side of the road: "Selling Baoqiang, it's afternoon, are you out exercising again?!"
"I'll train your mom!"
The middle-aged man was exhausted chasing the thief, but he still did not forget to spit out sweet things to the guy who made fun of him.
But this time he breathed out the fragrant fragrance, he suddenly stopped breathing. He started coughing, and he couldn't breathe for a while, so he could only stop where he was.
Realizing this, the thief boy in front stopped running. He took a steady breath and turned around, shouting with some pride: "Haha, you are a strong bag seller, you can't catch up!"
"I tell you every time that you can't catch me, but you don't believe it every time. After chasing me so many times, in the end, you never want to watch me run away. If you chase, there will be ghosts in chasing me. What to use?"
"Damn kid, don't be complacent. Today, my buns will be fed to you, a homeless rat. But if you are caught by me next time, I will definitely beat you back. Remember this! "
The middle-aged man waved the rolling pin in his hand and said harsh words, and the thief kid made a face at him.
After making faces, the thief boy saw that the middle-aged man was chasing after him again, so he didn't dare to stop, so he turned around and prepared to run away.
But at this moment, a hand stretched out from the side and grabbed the thief's arm.
After discovering that someone had grabbed his arm, the little thief immediately jumped up, retracted his feet, and pulled down with all his strength.
If the person grabbing the other person's arm was an ordinary person, he might actually be caught off guard and break free.
However, the person grabbing the arm now was Wu Ke. Wu Ke reacted quickly and reached down directly according to the opponent's pulling force. He did not let the force be used at all, nor did the opponent's hand get injured by breaking free. .
After pulling it down to the bottom, he still held on to the slightly dirty and thin arm firmly.
Seeing that his attempt to escape was unsuccessful, the thief boy bared his teeth and roared at the stranger who caught him.
"Let me go, you bald man!"
Wu Ke's eyelids twitched and he lifted the child up from his squatting position.
"I'm not bald, I'm in a righteous SB state, understand?"
Wu Ke corrected Fang Baldy's statement.
"Besides, stealing is wrong for you."
He then looked at the white bread contained in a yellow-orange oil paper bag held in the other person's other hand, and spoke to the other person seriously.
"The bald man is picking on mice and meddling in other people's own business. Please let me go."
On the other side, when he saw the thief kid being caught, Bao Qiang, who was holding a rolling pin, suddenly became energetic and ran towards this side faster.
"If you don't let go, I'll bite you!"
The thief boy threatened.
"My skin is very hard, please remember to be careful when biting."
Wu Ke reminded kindly.
"Damn you bald man!"
Seeing the bag seller holding a rolling pin getting closer and closer, the thief boy no longer hesitated, opened his mouth and bit Wu Ke's hand that was holding his arm.
Then, the thief kid got his teeth knocked.
"It's so hard, what the hell is this, a stone?!"
The somewhat dirty child covered his mouth.
"I already warned you!"
Wu Ke was a little helpless.
"Damn it, I didn't look at the almanac when I went out today, but I met this bad guy!"
The child covering his mouth muttered and poured all the buns in the oil paper bag onto the ground.
The white buns rolled on the ground, stained with some dust, and became a little gray.
Then, Wu Ke saw the other party holding his head with one hand and shrinking his body.
"Hahaha, you damn kid, let me see where you run this time."
The Baoqiang had already arrived, waving his rolling pin and hitting the shrinking thief on the back.
The whirring sound was obviously made with enough strength.
[I hope you won’t be beaten to death or maimed...]
The thief kid hugged his head tighter, and his back, which didn't have much flesh, became tense and stiff, preparing to bear the blow of the stick, but...
After waiting for a while, the pain that was supposed to come never came, which made the little thief feel a little strange.
"What are you doing?"
The little thief who shrank his head heard these words.
"I caught him."
The thief boy raised his head cautiously and saw the bald man who had caught him. At this time, his other hand was grasping the rolling pin of Bao Qiang, who stopped Bao Qiang.
"Oh, I almost forgot, bald little brother, thank you for helping me catch the thief."
The seller came to his senses and said thank you, but his attitude was obviously perfunctory.
Wu Ke's eyelids twitched again when he heard the name Baldhead again.
"Now, can you give me that dead kid in your hand?"
The salesman stretched out his hand, intending to grab the arm of the thief who had already been caught.
Wu Ke avoided him and raised the little thief boy in his hand aside.
"Wait a minute, you have to tell me, what will you do to him after you get him?"
"What else to do, of course, is to beat this damn kid."
Ma Baoqiang said matter-of-factly.
"Hit me with the same force you used to swing the rolling pin just now?"
Wu Ke asked.
"certainly."
"Don't you think you used too much force?"
Wu Ke lifted up the little thief in his hand and shook it. The little thief felt his shrunken body shake open as if someone was shaking a quilt, rolling around, with his belly resting on the bald man's arm.
"Look, such a thin child, if you go down on it, it might kill him."
"So what? He stole the buns from my store. If he is caught, he deserves to be beaten to death."
"I don't object to the logic that people who have done bad things should be punished, but I think the intensity of punishment should be within a reasonable range."
"Look, this child's clothes are shabby and have lots of patches. He is obviously a poor man."
"Listen, his skinny stomach is still growling. He is obviously very hungry, and he just stole your buns just to get a bite to eat."
The little thief child was fiddled with, a little bit explosive.
"Hey, you bald guy..."
Wu Ke ignored him and continued to negotiate with the middle-aged man: "I think appropriate punishment would be more appropriate, what do you think?"
"You bald guy are nothing like you. Don't think you can point fingers at me just because you arrested someone."
"Don't forget, it was my things that were stolen, not yours. You'd better stop talking nonsense and hand the person over to me quickly, or I'll beat you up too."
Obviously, this is a man who is used to being arrogant.
"Did you hear that? It's all your fault for being nosy. Even if you catch me, this guy Bao Qiang won't thank you."
The thief boy said angrily that he chose to steal the buns from Bao Qiang's shop because he was not very popular here.
Even if it was stolen, the enthusiastic Longmen citizens on the street would not jump out to stop him, but he didn't expect that he would meet a fool today and help him catch him.
Wu Ke was a little silent and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.
"I didn't hear clearly what you said just now, could you please say it again?"
"Say it again? I said you're a loser..."
"Kacha, kacha..."
A strange sound sounded, and the seller stopped for a moment, looked down, and saw the rolling pin in his hand being held by the other party. The other end was being held by the other party little by little, and wooden strings jumped up on the edge.
"Why don't you speak? Speak louder. Tell me, what did you just say?"
The arm-thick rolling pin cracked.
"Let me tell you, I hate two kinds of guys the most, one is bad, and the other is stupid. For example, those idiots who are helped by well-meaning people, but don't know how to be grateful, and are ready to be white-eyed wolves and stab them in the back. .”
The broken part of the rolling pin was still in Wu Ke's hand, and he held it in front of the middle-aged man.
"And that's usually how I deal with idiots like that!"
As he spoke, the powdery wood chips were rubbed out of his hands.
Light and pitter-pattering, like the dust in the air of a sawdust factory.
"Excuse me, are you an idiot?"
Wu Ke asked.
"No, I, I'm not a fool..."
Looking at the broken rolling pin, Shou Baoqiang stuttered a little.
"Now, I'll give him to you."
Wu Ke handed over the thief child as he wished.
"Come on, show me what you would do in front of me!"
Wu Ke's voice was calm and his eyes were even calmer, looking at the thief and owner in front of him.
As if waiting for the victim to perform a wonderful beating performance on the perpetrator.
The bag seller grabbed the thief kid, frozen there and not daring to move.
"Why, didn't you want to kill the thief who stole a few of your buns? Why didn't you do it?"
"oh oh!"
The salesman nodded subconsciously and raised half of the rolling pin.
"By the way, I remember last time there was a guy who was similar to you, but his story was much heavier than yours. I also faced him with a similar situation to you, and he did something that didn't suit my wishes, and then... died."
Wu Ke added that this was not a story made up to intimidate the other party, but it was a fact.
A few months ago, there was a vengeful person who didn't know the truth. After making a wrong choice, he was hit to the ceiling and couldn't get down.
"I, I, I don't want Baozi or him..."
Bao Qiang was a little frightened. He threw away half of the rolling pin and the thief in his hand, turned around and ran away.
Wu Ke: "..."
This made him a little depressed.
Next to him, the thief kid wanted to sneak away quietly.
Wu Ke stopped the other party directly: "You threw the bun on the ground. You probably still want it. Why don't you take it away before leaving?"
"You bald guy..." The little thief covered his mouth, but changed his words: "You won't crush me to death, will you?"
"I just helped you deal with the owner who wanted to beat you to death?"
[If it weren’t for you, would I have been beaten to death? 】
The little thief dare not speak his mind.
"Thank you very much for your kindness. Is there anything I can do for you?"
The thief child said quickly. She still remembered the bald man in front of her. She just said that she hated white-eyed wolves who were ungrateful.
