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."

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.

Mo Qianni, deciding not to linger, said, "Yang Chen, let's go. Don't bother with them!"

As they were about to move, several men immediately blocked their way, glaring menacingly at the two.

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

Seeing a group of men about to make a move, Zhang Fugui cried out, "Brother Da Jun, they are the ones refusing to pay you! It has nothing to do with me!"

"Get in there!" Da Jun angrily kicked Zhang Fugui in the butt, sending him tumbling back inside the door.

Several men stepped forward, attempting to drag Yang Chen and Mo Qianni into the room. However, Yang Chen, protecting the somewhat flustered Mo Qianni, swiftly kicked away the men who got too close. The men approaching Yang Chen didn't even have a chance to retaliate before they were sent flying by his sudden kicks. Their ribs felt as if they had snapped, but fortunately, their robust physiques prevented them from coughing up blood.

Noticing Da Jun standing there in a daze, Yang Chen sneered and grabbed his hair. Without giving Da Jun a chance to resist, he yanked hard and threw Da Jun into the room, pulling out a large chunk of hair in the process. Da Jun was disoriented, having always considered himself strong and fearless, but he found himself helpless against this seemingly ordinary man. Before he could react, he was already thrown to the ground.

The pain on his scalp felt as if the skin had peeled off. When Da Jun touched his head, he found a large patch of hair missing, with blood flowing freely. His hand was covered in blood, leaving him in shock.

In an instant, the situation completely reversed. Yang Chen, like herding sheep into a pen, slapped and kicked the previously arrogant men, reducing them to crying and wailing.

Zhang Fugui, who had been dejected and scared moments earlier, now looked at the scene with delight. Ignoring the pain in his butt, he hurried to Yang Chen's side, grinning obsequiously, "So you're a master, little brother. Heh heh, give them a good beating for me! Make them pay for hitting me! Haha!"

Yang Chen gave him a cold glance and then kicked him in the butt again!

"Ah!"

Zhang Fugui fell headfirst into the room again, landing in a humiliating position.

"You! Why did you kick me? I'm Qianni's father!" Zhang Fugui yelled angrily.

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

"You... you..." Zhang Fugui wanted to curse, but seeing the cold look in Yang Chen's eyes, he swallowed his words and mumbled quietly, too afraid to speak further.

Mo Qianni, still shaken, realized that Yang Chen had already taken control of the situation. She was amazed by his strength and relieved that she had brought him along. Initially, she thought it was inappropriate to come alone to a construction site full of men, but bringing Yang Chen had proven to be a great help. Otherwise, the consequences would have been terrifying.

"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.