Chapter 92: Fickle Person

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Fickle Person

The faces of the men in the room turned grim. Da Jun, who was gambling with Zhang Fugui, stood up. He was over six feet tall, and his open collar revealed strong chest muscles. He squinted at Yang Chen, "Kid, watch your step and see whose territory this is. Paying back debts is a matter of course, and hitting my daughter is justified. Don't meddle in others' business!"

Zhang Fugui, flung aside by Yang Chen, was also furious and shouted at Yang Chen and Mo Qianni, "Ah... little wench, so you found a man to help you! Do you want your father, who just arrived in Zhonghai, to be killed by others? So you can live comfortably on your own?!"

Seeing Mo Qianni refuse to give money, Zhang Fugui trembled with rage and started cursing. Mo Qianni looked at him with tearful eyes, filled with despair and shame, and a cold smile appeared on her lips, "Say whatever you want, but pay your own debts! Yang Chen, let's go!"

With that, Mo Qianni grabbed Yang Chen's hand, intending to leave. Yang Chen didn't care; Zhang Fugui was either a moron or a lunatic, and "incurable" was the best word to describe him. If he weren't Mo Qianni's stepfather, that one move earlier would have broken his arm.

However, the men in the room clearly wouldn't let them leave so easily. Da Jun snorted, "You can't leave without the money!"

Several men with evil smiles ran to block the door, eyeing Mo Qianni's exposed, tender skin greedily. Yang Chen was amused by this daylight attempt to detain them, and couldn't help but joke to Mo Qianni, "This feels like a movie scene."

Mo Qianni, having no mood for jokes, held back her fear, wiped away her tears, and said sternly, "What do you want?! Believe it or not, I'll call the police! This is illegal gambling! You'll all be detained and fined!"

The men laughed heartily, as if hearing the funniest joke. Da Jun, full of arrogance, walked forward with a sneer, "Girl, let me tell you, everyone who owed me money at the construction site said they'd call the police and have us jailed. But do you know what happened to them later?"

"What happened?" Mo Qianni asked, unafraid, staring at him.

Da Jun sneered, "In this world, fists speak the loudest. Once I beat them until their own mothers couldn't recognize them, all that talk of calling the police and the law turned to crap! In the end, they still obediently gave me money." Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om

He looked Mo Qianni up and down, clicking his tongue, "But today is special. I don't like hitting women. If this pretty lady here is willing to entertain my brothers and me, then the money issue can be resolved, and we'll let you go."

The meaning of the words was clear: to repay the debt with her body. Several men with ulterior motives were eyeing Mo Qianni maliciously, as if waiting for a feast. Zhang Fugui, who had been nervously fearing a beating, perked up upon hearing that the money issue might be resolved. He shouted at Mo Qianni, "You little wench! Brother Da Jun has already spoken! What are you waiting for?!"

"Mind your damn business!" Da Jun stepped forward and slapped Zhang Fugui. "Do I look like someone who forces women? Besides, no way is two thousand yuan worth this delicate little girl!"

Hearing Zhang Fugui suggest she comply with Da Jun's demands nearly made Mo Qianni faint with anger. But her tears had dried up, leaving only defiance and rage. She sneered, "Stop dreaming. You can't intimidate me. If you know what's good for you, let us go now, or I really will call the police!"

Yang Chen admired Mo Qianni's resilience. Despite her emotional turmoil, she quickly regained her composure, standing tall like a steel-willed woman.

"Women are foolish," Da Jun said dismissively, scratching his ear. "Do you think we're bluffing? To tell you the truth, the chief of the local police station is friends with my brother-in-law. Even if you call the police, nothing will happen. My brother-in-law, you know, is the boss next door. He's watching us. My money is his money. Do you think you can just leave?"

Yang Chen suddenly understood. The fat man next door was Da Jun's brother-in-law, which explained why Da Jun could gamble right beside his office—it was a partnership to scam the workers' money.

"What's going on here?!"

A voice called out from behind. It was the fat supervisor, Da Jun's brother-in-law, who had just returned. He was shocked to see the chaotic scene.

Seeing his brother-in-law, Da Jun felt like he had found a savior. Ignoring the blood on his head, he cried out, "Brother-in-law! You're finally here! They refuse to pay and even attacked us!"

The fat supervisor's face darkened. His jowls trembled as he barked, "What's wrong with you lot? So many of you can't handle one man and one woman?!"

"This guy knows some moves, damn it, I'm in so much pain..." one of the men on the ground groaned.

The supervisor, seeing the pitiful state of his men, felt a twinge of fear but knew he couldn't back down. Trying to sound authoritative, he said, "Kid, so what if you can fight? This is a law-abiding society. Assaulting people can land you in jail. Do you believe I won't call the police to have you arrested right now?!"

"Jail?" Yang Chen sneered. "You're engaging in illegal gambling and colluding to scam the workers out of their money. If this gets exposed, a few days in jail will be the least of your worries."

Hearing Yang Chen hit the nail on the head, the fat supervisor's face turned red. "Don't talk nonsense! It was Zhang Fugui who wanted to gamble! What does it have to do with us?!"

"Is that so? Nothing to do with you?" Yang Chen sneered, slowly walking forward until he was right in front of the supervisor. "Since you say it has nothing to do with you, let's make it your problem. How about that?"

"Wha... what do you mean?" The supervisor was bewildered.

Suddenly, Yang Chen grabbed the supervisor by the neck. Before the man could react, Yang Chen dragged his hefty body into the room like a dead dog. The nearly 200-pound weight seemed insignificant in Yang Chen's hands.

After tossing the supervisor into the room, Yang Chen turned to Mo Qianni and smiled. "Go to the next office and get some white paper and pens for me. I need them."

Mo Qianni realized the situation was beyond her control. Everything was happening too quickly. But at this moment, she had no choice but to trust Yang Chen. She looked at him deeply and nodded.

Soon, Mo Qianni returned from the next office with paper and several pens, handing them to Yang Chen. She hesitated, wanting to ask something but unsure how to begin.

Understanding her concern, Yang Chen gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, no one will die."

The men in the room were already too terrified to make a sound, afraid of getting beaten up again. They were not martyrs; they were just looking to make some money and had no intention of getting themselves beaten.

After asking Mo Qianni to step aside, Yang Chen locked the door again. He then turned to the frightened men, a harmless, gentle smile spreading across his face.