A Small Thing

Outside an apartment building, watching Liu Ren walk while counting money, A Chao's heart sank. He had thought the group hired a temporary intern, but the assessment proved this guy was bringing professional skills to the job. After all, which good person, after finishing things, only takes the "watermelon" and the wallet? "Pay up, you paupers. Five people can't even scrape together two hundred dollars..." Speaking with a gloomy face, Liu Ren handed the blood-stained bills to A Chao. "Split it fifty-fifty! Come on, take it, Brother Chao!" Watching Liu Ren in silence, A Chao couldn't help but say, "You've got real skills, A Ren!" "A small thing!" Beaming, Liu Ren stuffed the contents of the sack into the nearby trash can. "Let's go up first. We'll bring it back down later, otherwise it'll drip everywhere, and the cleaners work hard enough!" Shocked, A Chao widened his eyes. "You're actually a pretty good guy!" "I think so too!" Nodding to himself, Liu Ren pulled out a cigarette and lit it slowly. At a door, A Chao looked at Liu Ren, seeming to ask how to get in. But the next second, Liu Ren smiled and raised the blood-stained axe, then raised his arm and knocked on the door. Stunned, A Chao blinked. But then from inside came an angry roar: "Fuck, John, you interrupted me! Damn it!" Opening the door furiously, the man saw Liu Ren holding the axe high, and his mind went blank. "Surprise!" Swinging backhanded, Liu Ren chopped down on the man. He took the "Ren" character to the limit — one chop, two halves. Watching Liu Ren act, A Chao instantly covered his mouth. Hearing the commotion, the other man suspiciously opened the door, but upon seeing his fallen companion, immediately cried out in terror: "Fuck! Fuck, fuck..." Pushing open the door, Liu Ren rushed forward, and the axe in his hand came down hard on the other man. "Splash!" Blood splattered in the room, and a heavy object hitting the floor made a dull thud. After everything was settled, A Chao hurried in and closed the door. But then Liu Ren extinguished his blood-stained cigarette and tossed it into his Storage Space. After all, he'd long watched legal columns and knew too well how to erase evidence. Never mind the present day — even in the future, Liu Ren dared to "put on a big show" here. Liu Ren: "I'm already on the run — whose face am I supposed to give?" Zhang Cheng: "If they don't catch me in the act, I won't admit it. Even if they do, I still won't fucking admit it!" Lu Yan: "As long as there's money, there will always be a judge to argue for me!" "These two guys are pretty rich!" In the room inside, Liu Ren opened the cabinet and found three stacks of US dollars, somewhat old but neatly arranged. But when A Chao walked in, he looked to the side in shock. "Wait, this money?" "Found it in the wardrobe!" After saying this, Liu Ren looked at something covered with oilcloth nearby, immediately lifted it in shock. "Opium?" "Damn it, it seems we've caused trouble!" Looking at Liu Ren in disbelief, A Chao instantly became horrified. Because this apartment seemed to be another group's "warehouse" for storing opium. Blinking, Liu Ren smiled. "Caused trouble? What trouble? Only you and I know about this!" Saying this, Liu Ren collected the money, cleaned up the scene, and left. But at the moment of leaving, A Chao said seriously, "If we just leave like this, we'll definitely be exposed soon. We must find a way to clean up the traces..." Watching A Chao in silence, Liu Ren said, "Isn't this a bit bad, Brother Chao!" "Huh?" Looking at Liu Ren in confusion, A Chao hadn't yet reacted, only to see Liu Ren take out a match, light it, and throw it into the room. Watching the ignited curtains and thick smoke spreading, A Chao widened his eyes. "I didn't mean this kind of cleanup!" "Why didn't you say so sooner? I thought you wanted me to set it on fire!" Looking at A Chao in shock, Liu Ren spread his hands and questioned him, because this was really lacking in virtue — after all, who "disposes of smoke" like that? But the sea breeze blew upward and wouldn't reach Chinatown, so Liu Ren didn't care. After all, it's still early. What the hell are you sleeping for? Get up and party! "Run! Brother Chao! Someone will realize soon!" Watching the thick smoke, Liu Ren gave a thumbs-up, eyebrows raised happily. "Holy shit, you're literally a jinx!" Looking at Liu Ren in anger, A Chao thought that Liu Ren's skills were one thing, but now this bastard was just crazy! "Fire! Fire!" Shouting in curry-flavored English, Liu Ren cheered excitedly. After all, this feeling was great. Shocked, A Chao decided to tell Uncle Qing tomorrow to fire this bastard; otherwise keeping him was too dangerous! Unaware he was about to be reported, Liu Ren stood happily across the street watching residents escape. "My daughter, my daughter is still upstairs! God, who can save her! Waaah!" As a woman cried in despair, Liu Ren without a word rushed up. To A Chao's astonishment, Liu Ren quickly rescued the woman's child. Watching the smoke-covered Liu Ren, the residents applauding, and the arriving firefighters cheering, A Chao felt like a clown. "I know him. He's the Chinese person who saved people when the Titanic sank!" "Oh my god? It really is him!" "He really is a hero!" Watching Liu Ren in disbelief, the people around cheered. As Liu Ren waved and left, A Chao widened his eyes. "You..." "Basic operation! Don't worship me!" Explaining to A Chao, Liu Ren's face was full of smiles. "That fire was set by you, right?" Shocked, A Chao was stunned. Because this bastard set the fire himself, rescued people himself, and let everyone watch — he was just evil to the core! "Hey, Brother Chao, how can you put it that way? Setting fire is setting fire, saving people is saving people — two different things! Can't mix them up!" Seriously explaining to Brother Chao, Liu Ren then smiled: "Besides, it's a small thing!" "Can you tell me before you do your 'small thing' next time?" Looking at Liu Ren in disbelief, A Chao was speechless. "I'll do it again whenever I feel like it!" Smiling at A Chao, Liu Ren happily walked forward. Hudson River. No. 42 spaghetti in a tin bucket was being stirred evenly. Soon, after it was thrown into this "sinful" river, Liu Ren said regretfully: "The fish in here probably can't be eaten anymore!" Turning his head, A Chao watched Liu Ren in silence. But the next second, Liu Ren happily said: "But we can go fishing at sea!" Heh. Lips twitching, A Chao silently patted his shoulder: "A Ren! What else do you know that you haven't told me?" "Outdoor camping, wilderness survival, trimming hooves, transporting bananas, fixing bicycles, slaughtering pigs..." As Liu Ren counted on his fingers and explained, A Chao slowly closed his eyes. Because what the hell was this, what did it have to do with anything!