Five hundred million in total?
Ye Qiu narrowed his eyes and asked, “How long did Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong breach the agreement?”
The young man with a small moustache replied, “Three days.”
“Three days?” Ye Qiu sneered. “Three days and you’re charging fifteen million in interest—that’s five million a day. You’re making more money than a bank!”
“What, can’t afford it?” the moustached youth laughed. “If you can’t pay, tell Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong to get out here.”
Ye Qiu said calmly, “Give me the account number. I’ll transfer the fifty million right now.”
Huh?
The moustached youth froze, sizing Ye Qiu up with a glance.
“Are you deaf? I told you to give me the account number,” Ye Qiu snapped.
“Wait a moment.”
The moustached youth turned and hurriedly ran to a Mercedes RV, spoke briefly with someone inside, then returned to Ye Qiu. “Our boss says Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong borrowed money and didn’t repay it, breaching the agreement for three days, which seriously violates our company’s rules. The penalty has now increased to fifty million.”
“So, you now owe a total of eighty-five million!”
A cold glint flashed in Ye Qiu’s eyes as he said to the youth, “Tell your boss to come talk to me.”
“Heh, who do you think you are to speak with my boss—”
Bang!
Before the moustached youth could finish, Ye Qiu kicked him flying.
The hundred-plus thugs surrounding the scene only reacted after their “Hu Zi哥” (Brother Moustache) was sent soaring.
“Damn it, you dare hit Brother Hu Zi? You’re asking for death!”
The hundred-odd thugs encircled Ye Qiu.
Ignoring them, Ye Qiu addressed the moustached youth again, “If you don’t want to die, call your boss over.”
“You little brat—”
The moustached youth wanted to spit out some tough words to intimidate Ye Qiu, but then he caught Ye Qiu’s gaze—sharp as a sword, piercing into his core, filling him with inexplicable dread.
What a terrifying look!
“Wait here!” Scrambling to his feet, the youth dashed back to the Mercedes RV.
Moments later, the RV’s door opened, and three people stepped out.
One was a young man with a buzz cut.
Another was a middle-aged man in a T-shirt, a cigar in his mouth, holding a sexy woman in a tight skirt.
Ye Qiu glanced at the young man and could tell he knew martial arts—his skills likely on par with a Tiger List expert.
Such a figure didn’t impress Ye Qiu.
His gaze shifted to the middle-aged man. This must be Sun Wu, the boss of the Green Wolf Gang, he thought.
Sun Wu looked to be in his forties, not quite fifty, short in stature, with slanted eyebrows and a hooked nose—a ruthless-looking character.
The woman in his arms, though heavily made-up and dressed seductively, was no older than eighteen—young enough to be his daughter.
Beast!
Ye Qiu cursed inwardly.
As Sun Wu approached, the Green Wolf Gang thugs parted respectfully, clearing a path.
Stopping three metres from Ye Qiu, Sun Wu tilted his head, sizing him up. “I’m Sun Wu, boss of the Green Wolf Gang. I hear you’re looking for me?”
Ye Qiu said, “I’ll repay what Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong owe—principal, interest, and penalty, totalling eighty-five million. Is that enough?”
Sun Wu grinned. “What if I say it’s not?”
“If it’s not, then from this moment, you won’t get a single cent.”
Ye Qiu was willing to pay to avoid trouble and prevent bloodshed at the Qian family’s ancestral home.
After all, the Qian family was a century-old scholarly lineage.
A violent incident would draw attention, and if it escalated, it could tarnish their reputation.
“Not a single cent? Big words,” Sun Wu said. “Who are you?”
“You’re not worthy of knowing who I am,” Ye Qiu replied. “I’ll ask once: is eighty-five million enough?”
“Not enough!” Sun Wu declared. “Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong promised this old house as collateral. I’m not here for money today—I’m here for the deed to this house.”
“So, you’ve been eyeing this old house all along. Let me make it clear: you’re not taking it.”
“Also, I won’t give you a penny of what Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong owe.”
“And one last piece of advice: take your men and leave now, or you’ll face a bloody disaster.”
Ye Qiu’s voice was icy.
Furious, Sun Wu pointed at Ye Qiu and roared, “Kid, you’re threatening me?”
“Let me tell you, in Suhang, no one dares threaten me.”
“I don’t see myself facing a bloody disaster. I see you facing utter ruin.”
“Boys, get him!”
With a wave of Sun Wu’s hand, his hundred-plus men charged at Ye Qiu like mad dogs.
“Remember, don’t kill him. I want to deal with him myself later and show him what utter ruin means,” Sun Wu said with a laugh.
Ye Qiu shook his head and sighed, “I really don’t get it—why are there so many fools in this world?”
As his words fell, his figure vanished from the spot in an eerie blur.
Immediately after, a series of “bang bang bang” sounds erupted.
Sun Wu smirked coldly. “Some random punk showing off in front of me? He’s begging for death.”
“Fifth Master, you’re so impressive,” the woman in his arms giggled, planting a kiss on his cheek.
Pleased, Sun Wu groped her somewhere and leered, “Didn’t you find out how impressive I am last night?”
“Fifth Master, you’re so naughty,” she cooed.
“Naughty? I was holding back last night. Tonight, I’ll show you something worse,” Sun Wu said.
Her eyes turned sultry. “I want a taste now.”
“Didn’t peg you for such a minx, but I like it,” Sun Wu replied. “Hold on—once this is settled, we’ll have some fun…”
“Fifth Master!” the silent buzz-cut youth suddenly spoke, his tone grave. “Something’s off.”
“What’s wrong?” Sun Wu asked.
“That kid’s skills are unreal. The boys can’t stop him.”
The youth’s face was tense, his eyes betraying unshakable fear.
Sun Wu looked up ahead.
The next second, his eyes widened.
Of the hundred-plus men he’d brought, at least half were now sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.
The rest were retreating, too scared to approach Ye Qiu.
“How is this possible?”
Sun Wu’s jaw dropped, an involuntary chill creeping up from deep within.
