Chapter 135: Duan Yong, Do You Think I'll Save You?

Well, this is our big brother, called Longge. Xiao Huangmao pointed at a sturdy, grim-faced man sitting in the middle.

Longge, I am Duan Yong's father; we came to pick up Duan Yong, he...

The man called Longge looks a bit older than these youngsters, around thirty years old.

After Duan Chunsheng finished speaking, Longge's grim face suddenly changed, becoming kind and courteous,

Oh, you must be Uncle Duan, right? Come, come sit.

You guys, make some room and pour tea for our guest. Longge kicked a few other young men.

The young men chuckled, stood up, moved to the corner, and stared at Duan Chunsheng like they were watching monkeys.

As for Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu, their attire was the same as Duan Chunsheng's; at a glance they looked like villagers.

Seeing Longge so polite, Duan Chunsheng felt a bit embarrassed, and eventually, under Longge's insistence, he sat down nervously.

Even a hooligan can change his face.

Damn it, as the saying goes, one fears a cultured hooligan; today's matter is a bit tricky.

Ye Cheng casually walked toward the opposite door, intending to push it open.

That yellow-haired guy immediately became alert, stepped over, glared at Ye Cheng, and said, "What are you doing?"

Peeing, using the toilet, you're in such a rush you haven't even peed yet. Ye Cheng lifted his pants.

The toilet is over there. Huangmao pointed to the adjacent room.

Oh. Ye Cheng didn't insist, went straight into the toilet, and just as he was about to close the door, he heard Longge suddenly speak from outside,

Brother, we're all men, no need to close the door—leave it open.

No, Longge, someone watching makes it hard for me to go.

If you can't go, just hold it. Longge said lightly, with no room for negotiation.

Huangmao also caught Longge's meaning, standing at the doorway coldly staring at Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng silently cursed, "Damn, I originally planned to call the police in there—this guy is alert enough."

No choice; he just used the toilet, wiped his hands on his pants, and came out.

Huangmao had been quite wary, but seeing Ye Cheng not even wash his hands, he snorted disdainfully.

At the same time, Longge, with a kind expression, pulled Duan Chunsheng aside and said, "Uncle, originally, my younger sister Ying and your son Yong—we thought quite highly of them.

But, alas..."

Longge feigned a sigh, shook his head, and said, "You say, why is this kid so impatient? My sister Ying won't agree, and you can't force it."

Yes, yes, when I get back I'll definitely give him a good beating." Duan Chunsheng chimed in.

Originally, my sister said she'd call the police—you know, this is QJ, punishable by imprisonment, over ten years." Longge wore a look of earnest concern.

I know, I know, we're here, we brought the money." Duan Chunsheng, already flustered by their words, just wanted to hand over the cash quickly.

After saying that, he turned his head toward Ye Cheng, with a hint of pleading, "A Cheng, take out the money and give it to them."

Everyone's gaze fell on Ye Cheng; he lightly patted the bag in his hand.

Then he gave Longge a grin and said, "Longge, before handing over the money, shouldn't we let us see where my brother Duan Yong is?"

Longge narrowed his eyes, his expression hardened, he glanced at Ye Cheng and then at the bag in Ye Cheng's hand.

Then he turned his head and gave Huangmao a look; Huangmao immediately understood.

He stepped forward and opened the room Ye Cheng had just been about to enter; as the door opened, a whimpering sound came from inside, along with a girl's feigned crying.

Huangmao entered, dragged out the trussed-up Duan Yong, who was bound like a rice dumpling, as if he were a dead dog.

Duan Yong's mouth was stuffed with a cloth; upon seeing his father, he immediately became agitated, wriggling urgently and whimpering.

Little Yong!

Fingers connected to the heart—let alone it's one's own son.

Duan Chunsheng cried out in grief, about to stand up, eager to go see his son.

Who knew Longge would press him down, speaking unhurriedly, "Uncle, don't rush—he's just tied up, not beaten, but we need to talk things through first; we're not bad people, we're considering his prior decent behavior and plan to give him a chance.

We're not extorting you, okay?"

I understand, I understand, no, I'll pay right away.

Duan Chunsheng looked pleadingly at Ye Cheng, waiting for him to produce the money.

They pretended not to be in a hurry, but Ye Cheng truly wasn't.

He swaggered over to Duan Yong with a carefree air, squatted down, and clicked his tongue repeatedly.

Your dad said I should pay to save you, Duan Yong—do you think I'll actually save you?

That sentence left everyone in the room dumbfounded.

No, we didn't come to ransom him—why does that sound weird?

Duan Yong widened his eyes, looked incredulously at Ye Cheng, then turned his head to his own father.

Duan Chunsheng stared in disbelief at Ye Cheng and said,

Not saying it, A Cheng—didn't we agree? You brought the money too.

Ye Cheng's eyes shifted, he stood up and patted his bag, wearing a playful smile as he said, "Uncle, you don't not know your son fought us, do you really think I'd fork out 5000 yuan to save him?"

Xiao Hu, do you think so?" Ye Cheng looked at Xiao Hu.

Although Xiao Hu is called "Tiger," he's not stupid; he simply shook his head.

No, A Cheng, you... you can't trick people like this." Duan Chunsheng, anxious, slapped his thigh repeatedly, "We had an agreement, we had an agreement."

Beside him, Longge's face darkened; seeing the money at hand suddenly change, he dropped the pretense of reasonableness, shoved Duan Chunsheng onto the sofa, and shouted sternly,

I don't care what you guys are playing at; if there's no money tonight, I'll have your son jailed.

The big brother had made a move, and the several lackeys immediately dropped their lazy demeanor, crowding around Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu.

Hey, hey, everyone, don't get worked up, don't get worked up." Ye Cheng hastily waved his hands to stop them, "I just came to see if Duan Yong is dead; otherwise it's none of my business.

It would be best if you sent him to jail—come on, these few packs of cigarettes can just be your hard-earned pay.

Saying this, Ye Cheng took out two packs of Hua Zi from his bag and shoved them at the yellow-haired guy.

The yellow-haired guy looked bewildered—'How is this not the same as before? This isn't how the script goes!'

While everyone was still a bit dazed, Ye Cheng gradually retreated to Xiao Hu's side, smiling as he raised his hand,

"Everyone, you carry on—I won't disturb you anymore."

After saying that, he deliberately glanced at Duan Yong—'Duan Yong, I never thought you'd have a day like this too, hahaha.'

"Come on, Xiao Hu, we're heading back to the village."

After saying that, without waiting for these people to react, Ye Cheng flung open the door and pulled Xiao Hu out as they slipped away.

The remaining people in the room stared at each other, eyes locked.

"Wuuu—" Duan Yong lay on the ground, his eyes about to burst into flame.