Chapter 95

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The men in the room looked uneasy, and Da Jun, who had been gambling with Zhang Fugui, stood up. He was over 1.8 meters tall, with a broad chest visible through his open collar. He glared at Yang Chen, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Kid, watch your step. See who's in charge here. Debts must be repaid, and it's only right for me to beat my daughter. Don't meddle in things that don't concern you!"

Zhang Fugui, who had been pushed aside by Yang Chen, was now furious and embarrassed. He pointed at Yang Chen and Mo Qianyi, shouting, "Alright... you little bitch, you brought a man to help you! Do you want your father to be killed just a few days after coming to Zhonghai so you can live comfortably on your own!?"

Seeing that Mo Qianyi wasn't paying, Zhang Fugui was so angry that he started cursing.

Mo Qianyi looked at him with tearful eyes, full of despair and humiliation. A cold smile spread across her lips. "Say whatever you want, but you'll have to pay your own debts! Yang Chen, let's go!"

With that, Mo Qianyi grabbed Yang Chen's hand and tried to leave.

Yang Chen didn't mind. This Zhang Fugui was truly despicable, either brain-damaged or mentally ill. "No hope" suited him perfectly. If he weren't Mo Qianyi's stepfather, he would have broken his arm just now.

However, the men in the room clearly weren't going to let them leave easily.

Da Jun snorted. "Don't think you can leave without the money!"

A few construction workers, grinning evilly, rushed out to block Yang Chen and Mo Qianyi's path, their greedy eyes lingering on Mo Qianyi's exposed, tender skin.

Yang Chen was taken aback. How could people still try to detain others in broad daylight? He couldn't help but laugh and say to Mo Qianyi, "This feels like a movie scene."

Mo Qianyi had no time for jokes. She tried to suppress her panic, wiped away her tears, and said firmly, "What do you want to do!? Do you think I won't call the police!? You're gambling in a group! You'll all be detained and fined!"

The men in the room burst into laughter, as if they had just heard the funniest joke.

Da Jun, with a defiant look, stepped forward and sneered, "Girl, let me tell you, everyone who owes me money at the construction site has said they'll call the police and send us to jail. But do you know what happened to them?"

"What happened?" Mo Qianyi asked, undaunted.

Da Jun chuckled. "In this world, only strength matters. Once I beat them so badly that even their parents wouldn't recognize them, all talk of the police and the law becomes nonsense. In the end, they still had to bring me the money."

Da Jun looked Mo Qianyi up and down, tsking. "But... today is a bit special. I don't like hitting women. If this pretty lady is willing to have some fun with us, we can talk about the money, and we'll let you go afterward."

The meaning was clear: pay with her body.

The men, who had already harbored evil intentions, looked at Mo Qianyi with ill intent, as if they were already waiting for their feast.

Zhang Fugui, who had been afraid of being beaten, perked up when he heard there was a chance to settle the debt. He shouted at Mo Qianyi, "Little bitch! Da Jun has spoken! What are you waiting for!?"

"What's it to you!?" Da Jun slapped Zhang Fugui. "Do I look like someone who forces women? Besides, 20,000 yuan isn't worth as much as this pretty girl."

Mo Qianyi, hearing Zhang Fugui's suggestion, almost fainted with anger. But her tears seemed to have dried up, and all she felt now was defiance and rage. She said coldly, "Don't even dream about it. You can't intimidate me. If you know what's good for you, let us go, or I'll really call the police!"

Yang Chen was impressed by Mo Qianyi's courage. She was indeed a strong woman, and despite her emotional outburst, she quickly regained her composure.

"Women are stupid. Do you think we're lying?" Da Jun scratched his ear and said disdainfully. "Let me tell you, the police chief of this area is related to my brother-in-law. Even if you call the police, nothing will happen. You know my brother-in-law, the boss next door. He's watching. My money is his money. Do you think you can just leave easily?"

Yang Chen understood. The fat man was Da Jun's brother-in-law, which explained why Da Jun was allowed to gamble in the office next door. They were in cahoots to swindle the workers' money.

Mo Qianyi didn't want to stay any longer. "Yang Chen, let's go. Don't bother with them!"

Just as they were about to leave, the men immediately blocked their path, their eyes filled with malice.

"Grab them!" Da Jun decided to use force without further ado.

Zhang Fugui, seeing the group about to attack, cried out, "Brother Da Jun, they won't give you the money! It's not my fault!"

"Get in there!" Da Jun kicked Zhang Fugui in the buttocks, sending him sprawling back into the room.

The men tried to grab Yang Chen and Mo Qianyi and drag them into the room, but Yang Chen wasn't about to let them. He protected the hesitant Mo Qianyi, and with a few swift kicks, sent the men flying.

The men who had tried to approach Yang Chen were caught off guard and were kicked away, their ribs feeling as if they were broken. Fortunately, their physical condition was good, or they might have spat blood.

Yang Chen, seeing Da Jun standing there in shock, sneered and grabbed his hair, giving him no chance to resist. He yanked Da Jun and threw him into the room, pulling out a large clump of hair in the process.

Da Jun, who had always thought himself strong and fearless, was thrown to the ground without even a chance to react. The pain was as if his scalp had been torn off. He touched his head and found a large patch of hair missing, with blood streaming down. He was utterly terrified!

In an instant, the situation had turned in Yang Chen's favor. He dealt with the men like herding sheep, slapping and kicking them until they were crying and screaming.

Zhang Fugui, who had been full of fear and despair, saw this and his eyes lit up with surprise. He hurried to Yang Chen's side, wincing from the pain in his buttocks, and said with a forced smile, "So, you're a master, hehe. Help me beat them up! They hit me earlier! Haha!"

Yang Chen glanced at him coldly and kicked him in the buttocks again.

"Ouch!"

Zhang Fugui fell flat on his face, landing back in the room.

"You! Why did you kick me!? I'm Mo Qianyi's father!" Zhang Fugui shouted.

"I don't have a father like you!!" Mo Qianyi said coldly before Yang Chen could respond.

"You... you..." Zhang Fugui wanted to curse but was intimidated by Yang Chen's cold gaze and kept quiet.

Mo Qianyi was still shaken but realized that Yang Chen had taken control of the situation. She was grateful that she had thought to bring him along, as she now understood how much help he had been. Initially, she had only thought it was inappropriate to come to a construction site full of men alone, but bringing Yang Chen had turned out to be a huge help. She was afraid to think about what might have happened otherwise.

"What's going on!?"

A voice came from behind, and it was the fat supervisor, Da Jun's brother-in-law, who had just returned from a walk. Seeing the chaotic scene, he exclaimed in shock.

Da Jun, seeing the fat man, felt as if he had found a savior. Ignoring the blood on his head, he wailed, "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law! You're here! They won't give the money and are even attacking us!!"

The fat man's face turned black, and he said with a trembling voice, "What are you good for! You can't handle one man and one woman with so many of you!?"

"This kid knows some moves, ouch, it hurts so much..." one of the men on the ground moaned.

The fat man, seeing the state of his men, was a bit afraid but knew he couldn't back down. He feigned calmness and said, "So what if you can fight? This is a law-based society. If you hit people, you'll go to jail. Do you think the police won't take you away!?"

"Jail?" Yang Chen sneered. "If this gambling ring and your scheme to swindle the workers' money are exposed, it won't be just a few days in jail, will it?"

The fat man's face turned red. "Don't make things up! This is Zhang Fugui's own doing! It has nothing to do with us!"

"Is that so? It has nothing to do with you?" Yang Chen smiled wickedly and slowly approached the fat man. "Since you say it has nothing to do with you, let's make it your problem, shall we?"

"What... what do you mean?" The fat man was taken aback.

Yang Chen suddenly grabbed the fat man's neck and, before he could react, dragged his obese body into the room as if it weighed nothing.

After throwing the fat man into the room, Yang Chen turned to Mo Qianyi and smiled. "Go to the office next door and get some paper and pens. I need them."

Mo Qianyi realized that the situation was beyond her control and that everything had happened too quickly. But she had no choice but to trust Yang Chen. She looked at him deeply and nodded.

Mo Qianyi quickly returned from the office next door with paper and a few pens. She handed them to Yang Chen, hesitating to ask something but not knowing how to start.

Yang Chen understood her concern and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, no one will die."

The men in the room, terrified by Yang Chen's actions, dared not speak, fearing another beating. They weren't revolutionaries and knew they couldn't win a fight. They just wanted to make some money and avoid being beaten.

After making Mo Qianyi step aside, Yang Chen closed and locked the door. Then, he turned to the trembling men and smiled warmly, as if he were harmless.