Chapter 11: The Shrew from the Village Comes to Kill

After Long and the others left, Chu Chen let out a sigh of relief. He had no intention of revealing the firearms unless absolutely necessary. Yet, if he didn’t deal with this trouble, one day they would force him to use those weapons. It seemed he needed to make a trip to town tomorrow.

After the crowd dispersed, Chu Dazhuang took his second aunt, Wang Erni, back to their home. Huzi stayed behind. Chu Chen had no further tasks for Huzi at the moment, so after a while, he sent him off.

“Qinglian, I’m heading into the mountains. Stay home and behave yourself,” Chu Chen instructed before heading toward the back hill.

He needed a secluded spot to enter his spatial pocket; otherwise, vanishing suddenly in plain sight might frighten Li Qinglian—something he wanted to avoid. Besides, for now, he didn’t wish to reveal the existence of his spatial space to anyone.

In a remote mountain hollow, Chu Chen entered his commercial space and headed straight for the local police station. A thought struck him: before his time, he had seen a news report about the confiscation of numerous contraband items by the police, including crossbows, long knives, and air rifles. The news was from just the day before his arrival—meaning these items likely hadn’t been destroyed and were still held at the station.

After wandering through the six-story building for some time, he finally found a room resembling a storage warehouse. Pushing open the door, he was ecstatic to see it filled with long knives, short guns, crossbows, arrows, air guns, and inflation devices.

With these toys, what was there to fear? If pistols and rifles were too conspicuous, these crossbows and long knives should be acceptable. Chu Chen selected a crossbow and about twenty arrows, then exited the space. For safety, he also tucked a pistol discreetly at his waist.

The clothes in this world were uncomfortable, so over his jeans and down jacket, he wore a long robe that, if not looked at closely, was completely unnoticeable.

“Who wouldn’t want to come with me? Who the hell wouldn’t want to come?” Chu Chen hummed happily as he strolled home, carrying two long knives and the crossbow.

Before reaching home, he saw a crowd gathered at his doorstep, seemingly watching some commotion.

“Damn, are they back again?” Chu Chen exclaimed, breaking into a run toward the house.

“Little slut, I took pity on your poor family and let you work in my house, and you go and conspire with that Chu Chen to slander me,” a voice shouted from inside.

Before he could get home, a burst of scolding and shouting spilled out. Chu Chen pushed through the crowd and saw Li Qinglian pushed to the ground, a clear slap mark on her cheek—she had been beaten.

A woman with prominent cheekbones stood with her hands on her hips in front of Li Qinglian. Focusing, Chu Chen recognized her as none other than the village chief’s wife.

But now her face was bruised and swollen, as if she had just been struck.

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