Chapter 50: 50 Who the hell is this knife-lending person so fierce?

50 Who the hell is this knife-lending person so fierce?

"Stop! You bunch of thugs, do you know what you're doing is illegal!" The woman could no longer hold back; she threw down the teacup in her hand, ran over and shoved aside the few lackeys holding baseball bats.

"We clearly only borrowed twenty thousand dollars, and you said that as long as we could repay it within a month, you'd calculate interest at the bank rate, and if we couldn't repay, you'd only add three points of fees per month, so why has it ballooned to a hundred thousand in just half a month! You're worse than loan sharks!"

"Now you've raised your hands to hurt people again—I'm calling the police! I have the contract in my hand, I'm going to sue you with a lawyer!"

As the preceding words were spoken, the man on the sofa showed no reaction at all—until the woman uttered that sentence, at which point the man's eyes snapped onto her face.

His brow twitched slightly, and that ugly scar moved with it. "Contract? Oh, if you hadn't reminded me I'd have forgotten—Dongzi, fetch the contract so she can see exactly how it was originally signed."

That lackey, long accustomed to such scenes, tossed the pre‑prepared contract at the woman.

The woman hurriedly flipped it open, and upon seeing the added clause, she was utterly dumbfounded.

When they signed the contract, they clearly saw that if the final repayment date was missed, a monthly interest of three points would be charged later.

But now the contract says it's due in a single day?

The woman broke down, pointing at the man lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed, staring at her: "You're committing fraud!"

"Fraud? Fine, say what you want—just a moment ago you were threatening to call the police, here's the phone, go ahead and report!"

"By the way, I'll kindly remind you: your husband was beaten by them, and that has nothing to do with me. They went inside, while I'm still out here—my debt still needs to be repaid."

As soon as the man finished speaking, the lackey who had just been shoved forward stepped up again with his stick, ready to strike the man's already visibly deformed leg once more.

In an instant, the sounds of bones breaking, anguished screams, and the pleas of the man and woman intertwined in this office.

Moments later, the man raised a hand, and the several lackeys halted their actions.

He picked up the new contract from the table, stood up, and walked to stand before the two of them.

He slapped the contract onto the woman's face: "Here, new contract—sign it, and you can leave. Then I'll give you one day to raise the money; the day after tomorrow I'll send someone to collect it from your home."

The woman trembled as she took the page of contract, and when she saw the numbers on it, her vision went black.

The hundred thousand had become two hundred thousand.

They really were going to die!

The man seemed to know what she was thinking; he curled his lip in a smile and said coldly: "Don't think dying will settle everything—you still have a daughter, you still have parents. If you dare to die, I'll make sure they walk ahead of you and your husband. You know, I, Erlang God, have always said......"

He hadn't finished speaking when a sudden, urgent knocking sounded at the door.

"Gou Dan, open the door!"

Gou Dan: "...... Damn! Who the hell is yelling at the door? Open the door, drag them in, and see if I don't beat them to death!"

As his words fell, the three‑panel door was kicked flying with a single foot.

With a "Thud", it embedded itself in the opposite wall.

"No need, I'll just come in myself." Tushan Jiu flicked away the dust in the air with disdain.

Everyone inside stared at her, wide‑eyed and speechless, as if they'd seen a ghost.

Tushan Jiu turned to look at the person behind her: "Xie Shiyu, you can start recording now!"

Xie Shiyu nodded, pulled out his phone, and opened the video function.

Tushan Jiu turned and slowly scanned the others in the room, saying leisurely: "I've come today to make Gou Dan turn over a new leaf, so you'll all serve as witnesses here."

Having said that, she unwrapped a red‑stick lollipop, popped it into her mouth, tilted her head, and gazed at Gou Dan, whose eyes had shifted from black to a yellow‑brown hue.

"Gou Dan, I ask you: from now on, can you walk the right path?"

Gou Dan opened his mouth and cursed: "Damn, you......"

Tushan Jiu, swift as lightning, snatched the baseball bat from a nearby person's hand and flung it at the opposite person's leg.

With a "Crack", Gou Dan dropped to one knee.

Gou Dan clutched his leg in pain, crying, "Ah! My leg!"

Tushan Jiu extended a forefinger and wagged it twice: "No, you got it wrong—it's your dog leg!"

At this moment, the lackeys leaning against the wall stared in shock at the former boss who had once beaten over a hundred people on a single street—he hadn't even lifted a finger before a girl broke his leg with a single stick?

Moreover, the key point is that she also called their boss a dog?

Gou Dan naturally saw his lackeys' astonished looks; he felt he'd lost face all the way to his grandmother's house.

This woman could call out his name—surely the old man from his family had sent her again.

Then he wouldn't hold back!

Gou Dan didn't get up; instead he lay prone on the ground, four limbs on the floor, his face twisted in ferocity, his muscles bulging, his clothes straining, and brownish fur began to sprout continuously from his body.

Don't stop him—he's about to transform!

Tushan Jiu drew a deep breath.

No wonder they say a stubborn person has a dog's temper.

So that's where it comes from.

To avoid frightening the ordinary people inside, Tushan Jiu hastily pinched out a demon‑catching talisman she had just drawn in the car and threw it.

The talisman flew toward the transforming Gou Dan, and the moment it stuck to his body, he felt his demonic power sealed away.

Gou Dan gasped in shock: "You're a demon‑catcher? Damn, the old man really went all out this time!"

Tushan Jiu couldn't be bothered to answer his question.

As long as she wishes, she can be any kind of "master"—diviner, ghost‑hunter, demon‑catcher, talisman‑inscriber, and so on.

"Bang!"

Gou Dan's face took another solid punch.

Tushan Jiu grabbed his neck with one hand, lifted him effortlessly, and said: "Your father just spoils you too much—what reason is there to talk with a rebellious brat like you? Just beat him!"

Having spoken, she swung her free hand and punched his stomach.

She glanced at him indifferently, then, calm as ever, said to Gou Dan, whose eye sockets were bleeding:

"I don't care about what you did before; I only care about what happened after your father and I began lending knives on credit."

Starting today, the Erlang Shen gang is disbanded; no bullying with influence allowed; the company will collect interest points per normal regulations—can you do that)」

Gou Dan felt his ears might have been knocked silly by this crazy woman.

What did she just say about his dad and her?

On credit?

Is she a credit buyer?

Whose credit buyer is this fierce?

She's just messing with the dog here, huh!

Seeing him not speak, Tushan Jiu raised her fist again.

Gou Dan's eyes darted, and he hurriedly begged for mercy: "I'll change, I'll change, I'll change everything you said!"

Tushan Jiu curled her lips, seeming satisfied, and slowly loosened her grip on his neck.

A flash of cunning passed through Gou Dan's eyes.

As soon as his foot touched the ground, he gathered all his strength into his palm and fiercely swung at Tushan Jiu.