93: Brother Lin, could you help me kick the steamed bun over there?

By this time, Stephen Chow had already opened the sack.

The crowd rushed up to take a look.

Good grief, this sack was even cleaner than the trash can from before!

It seemed the Old Man had just started his shift and hadn't picked up anything yet.

"That guy was lying after all; there aren't any soda cans in the sack."

"Alright, we can disperse now. This is boring."

"The Young Man looks decent, but how can his character be like this? Not a single word of truth."

"..."

The Old Man calmed down. Seeing that the Young Man in front of him was topless and covered in grime, he let out a heavy sigh.

"Sigh, another poor soul."

He reached into his pocket and pulled something out.

"Here, I only collected one of these today. You want it?"

Seeing the object before him, Stephen Chow's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

A soda can!!!

The crowd also turned back around and returned.

Holy crap.

There really is one??

Stephen Chow took the soda can and examined it.

"It's been crushed into the shape of a butt!"

"Isn't this the exact same one from just now?!"

The crowd nearly fainted.

"This is clearly heart-shaped, okay?"

Stephen Chow waved his hand.

"That's not important."

"Old Man, where did you get this?"

The Old Man's brow furrowed, appearing a bit mysterious.

"I didn't pick it up."

"You might not believe me if I say it, but this bottle flew into my sack on its own."

"Outrageous, right?"

!!!!

Everyone's jaws nearly hit the floor.

Doesn't this all match up?

Everyone looked at Lin Pei, their eyes filled with shock and envy.

"Just who is this person? To be able to kick so accurately from such a distance?"

"Holy shit, my hair is standing on end. After all that, he was telling the truth—he really did kick it into the Old Man's sack."

That female fan of Messi spoke up again.

"My guess was right, wasn't it? He really is amazing."

"After seeing this, I'm about to stop being a fan of Messi and follow him instead. He's way too cool!"

"Tell you what, with that face, he really could be an actor."

"..."

Stephen Chow finally snapped out of it.

"Outrageous, right? I think it's outrageous too!"

"This soda can was kicked to you by my brother here from eight hundred meters away!"

The Old Man shook his head with a cold sneer.

Stephen Chow's eyebrows shot up.

"Old Man, you don't believe it?"

The Old Man shouldered his sack and prepared to leave.

"I believe you!"

"I believe you like hell!"

"If I believed you, I'd be able to pick up a whole stack of big steamed buns today."

The Old Man turned and walked a few steps away in annoyance.

*Clatter!*

A package fell off a speeding electric scooter ahead.

The Old Man bent down and opened it to take a look.

Holy crap.

A bag of big steamed buns!

Everyone was stunned!

Stephen Chow patted the Old Man on the shoulder.

"Old Man, instant karma!"

"Even Heaven is proving my brother right!"

This time it was the Old Man's turn for his eyes to nearly fall out.

"If I'd known, I wouldn't have said buns just now."

"How great would it have been if I'd said a huge stack of cash?"

Stephen Chow sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Hey, Old Man."

"Do you really think my brother is a wishing tree?"

Someone in the crowd spoke up.

"Old Man, those must have been dropped by someone; you can't just keep them for yourself."

"Look, it seems like they were dropped by that Auntie riding the electric scooter up ahead."

"Yeah, it's her. I saw it too just now. That lady was riding too fast, I couldn't call out to her."

"She should have realized she dropped something by now; her scooter has stopped."

Everyone looked ahead together.

At a distance of about another eight hundred meters, there was indeed an Auntie sitting on an electric scooter, looking back toward them.

The Auntie looked blankly for a while before finally locking onto her target.

It seemed that at this age, the Auntie was not only presbyopic but also farsighted.

From so far away, she could see that bag of buns on the ground perfectly clearly.

Next, the Auntie cupped her hands in front of her face, making a "shouting" shape.

"Hey~ Big Brother with the sack~"

The whole crowd was jolted!

Man.

This Auntie's voice was really bright.

It was practically a magic sound piercing the ears, with more penetrating power than a loudspeaker.

The Auntie's magic voice continued.

"Big Brother! Can you help bring the buns I dropped over here?"

"My electric scooter is almost out of power. I'm afraid if I ride back that far, I won't make it home."

"My legs and feet aren't great either; walking that far is too much effort."

"Thank you, thank you! I'll give you two buns as a token of my thanks!"

Bad legs and feet?

The Old Man looked down at his own legs.

Tsk.

Truly fellow sufferers at the end of the world.

What a coincidence; his legs and feet weren't good either.

The Old Man set down his sack and also started shouting.

"Hey~ Little Sister over there~"

Everyone's heads went numb; they felt like they'd gone deaf.

This Old Man's voice was like a resonant bell, his cultivation even deeper than the Auntie's.

"This old brother's legs and feet aren't good either!"

"You'll have to wait for me for a bit!"

Seeing the Old Man about to pick up the buns, Stephen Chow stopped him.

"Old Man, with us young people here, how can we let you go?"

"Don't worry, I'll go."

Just as Stephen Chow resolved to run another eight hundred meters, the Old Man pulled the buns back.

"Young Man, it's not that I don't believe you."

"But you look like someone who can really eat."

"I'm truly afraid you'll keep the buns for yourself."

Stephen Chow fell silent.

And that's not 'not believing' him?

He had only rummaged through two trash cans and then the Old Man's sack.

The Old Man seemed to have mistaken him for someone living on the streets, picking up cans to survive.

A few young people in the crowd also wanted to help.

But looking at that eight-hundred-meter distance, they felt lazy.

However, lazy people usually have many ideas.

One Young Man's eyes lit up, and he looked at Lin Pei excitedly.

"Doesn't this brother have good legs and feet?"

"Why not let him kick them over to the Auntie?"

Lin Pei was stunned, feeling that this idea was quite novel.

There really is strength in numbers.

To think they could come up with this.

When the System gave him this skill, it surely never expected he would use it to kick buns, right?

But then again, kicking buns wasn't bad; it was better than kicking people to death.

Stephen Chow raised an eyebrow and gave the Young Man a thumbs up.

"Eh? Buddy, that's a great idea!"

He walked over to Lin Pei and placed the bag of buns at Lin Pei's feet.

"Brother Lin, do me a favor and give it a kick?"

Lin Pei squinted his eyes in the Auntie's direction.

This distance was estimated to exceed eight hundred meters.

The Auntie could see clearly, but he was finding it a bit difficult.

Where exactly was the basket on the Auntie's electric scooter?

Seeing Lin Pei not moving, the onlookers started to get restless again.

"Why isn't he moving? What's he hesitating for?"

"He couldn't possibly be unable to kick it that far, right? I'm telling you, that soda can thing was fake. It was all just talk; we didn't see it with our own eyes."

"No way? Was the Old Man a shill too?"

"I said this was impossible to do. Messi, I'm sorry, I'm still your fan."

"..."

At this moment, Stephen Chow, standing in front of Lin Pei, cleared his throat.

"Um, Brother Lin, no way?"

"That butt-shaped soda can earlier really wasn't kicked here by you?"

"I even wanted to write a special scene for this ultimate skill in my movie; the pay won't be small either."

"If you can't do it, that's fine, forget it..."

Stephen Chow bent over, about to pick the buns up again.

*Thump!*

With a muffled sound, the buns went flying!

Thanks to 【Qing Zhu ¥】 for the tip.