Chapter 60: [Fang Fang Zong's Fury]

Behind Luoyun Studio, in the three-courtyard compound, the innermost courtyard's west wing room was Uncle Qing's own bedroom.

Although the entire compound was built in an antique style, Uncle Qing had actually taken possession of the house and carefully renovated it, so the interior was filled with modern facilities.

Air conditioning, underfloor heating — everything was provided, and smart appliances were fully equipped as well.

Two days ago, when the rat had stormed into the courtyard and caused a great commotion, although Luoyun Studio's shop had temporarily closed its doors for business, Uncle Qing still lived in the rear courtyard on ordinary days — this place was essentially his family residence.

The courtyard had already been cleaned thoroughly, inside and out, and people had even been hired to come in and do disinfection and pest extermination.

At night, Uncle Qing sat in his own room, leaning back in a reclining chair, holding his phone and calculating accounts.

Today, following Elder Zi 's request, he had returned the money he'd swindled from those three people, which made Uncle Qing's heart ache terribly.

And during the day, his junior sister had gone to visit that Fang Fang Zong, and even agreed to a huge sum of compensation, notifying him that he absolutely had to transfer the money over tomorrow…

Now, at night, Uncle Qing was alone in the room, having drunk another two liang of wine, and thinking of these things in his heart made him all the more indignant.

I swindled that money fair and square — on what grounds should I have to pay it back?

While he was calculating accounts, he suddenly heard a "bang" from outside the courtyard!

Uncle Qing was stunned, and his body suddenly gave a jolt; the grievance that a little alcohol had stirred up in him instantly vanished without a trace, and he was so startled that his whole frame shuddered!

Could it be that that expert who used mystic arts to mess with me has come to trouble me again?

His body swiftly spun behind the chair, and his hand grabbed a peach-wood sword hanging on the wall — this was the only self-defense weapon he could find.

Summoning his courage by force, Uncle Qing shouted loudly: "Who's out there?!"

Bang! Crash, crash, crash…

Another muffled thud came from outside.

Uncle Qing was so scared that the peach-wood sword in his hand nearly slipped from his grip, and he shouted loudly: "Who! Who is it!! I'm calling the police!!"

Just at that moment, the room's door suddenly went crash, and the two door panels shattered into pieces and fell down!

Uncle Qing let out a shriek, his legs went weak, and he dropped to his knees on the ground, his body shrinking behind the chair, and the peach-wood sword in his hand dropped away: "Mercy!! Mercy, expert!!"

He looked outward and saw the scene in his own courtyard outside, and was completely dumbfounded.

In this courtyard, Uncle Qing's own main living quarters, the master bedroom, was placed in the east wing room.

The east wing room's door faced directly toward the west wing room.

At this moment, Uncle Qing was kneeling on the ground behind the chair, and could just happen to see the opposite west wing room through the already collapsed main gate!

No!

To be precise, there was no longer any west wing room!

That stretch of single-story rooms that was the west wing — half of its wall had completely collapsed, and broken bricks were scattered everywhere.

Fortunately, the crossbeam was still there, so the building hadn't collapsed for the moment. But the roof was on the verge of falling, and tiles were already clattering down.

In the courtyard, in the middle, an osmanthus tree had originally been planted.

At this moment, only a pit in the earth remained!

In the middle of the courtyard, a tiny figure stood there; looking at the slender build, it was clearly the appearance of a delicate, frail little girl!

Yet she was gripping a massive object in one hand… that was clearly an osmanthus tree many times thicker than her own body!

That osmanthus tree he had bought at great expense — somehow it had been uprooted by someone, held in one hand, and then, just like a Luohan wielding a vajra, swung again and again to smash the west wing room's wall down!!

In an instant, an absurd thought flashed through Uncle Qing's mind, like one of those memes he'd seen online:

Daiyu Uproots the Weeping Willow?!

Hearing Uncle Qing's shriek, the girl turned her head. Uncle Qing then saw that she was wearing what looked like an ordinary cotton jacket, and in the darkness her features couldn't be made out.

He only saw her casually toss it aside, and that osmanthus tree was hurled out by her, smashing straight into the main hall's roof, immediately punching a hole through the rooftop, and a large section of the wall also came crashing down!

Uncle Qing watched, his eyeballs nearly popping out, feeling an icy chill run down his spine, his legs trembling wildly.

The girl suddenly beckoned to him, and Uncle Qing felt an invisible force yank him straight out of the room! His body pressed flat against the ground and slid right into the middle of the courtyard.

He lay on the ground and saw a pair of feet slowly walk up to him.

"Raise your head," a thin, delicate voice said.

Uncle Qing had, after all, been around the jianghu; suddenly a flash of inspiration struck, and he cupped his hands over his head, burying it and not daring to raise it, and said loudly: "I know the rules! I absolutely won't raise my head!!"

"Good, that you're willing to back down — saves me some effort." After a pause, the other party slowly said: "Do you know why I've come to find you?"

Uncle Qing's body trembled, but he forced himself to rally, kept his head down, and said loudly: "I know, I know! It was I who didn't open my eyes, did wrong, and offended the expert!"

Hearing these words, Gu Qingyi was taken aback for a moment, but she quickly said: "I want you to do something for me, will it work?"

"It'll work, it'll work! Whatever you want me to do, I'll definitely do it!"

At this moment, Uncle Qing had already heard, from far off in the direction of the street-side shop entrance, loud shouts and the sound of knocking on the door, and someone frantically ringing the doorbell.

Probably people nearby had heard the commotion of a house being demolished here and come to inquire, or had called the police and brought the commercial street's patrol?

Just as these thoughts were turning in Uncle Qing's mind, he felt a foot step onto his back, and instantly he felt as if his whole body had a mountain pressing down on it; a breath got stuck in his throat, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't exhale it, while his bones creaked and cracked, as if they might break at any moment.

"Letter of understanding — these three words, do you understand them?"

Just as Uncle Qing felt his vision going black, that thin, delicate little voice of the other party softly said this one sentence.

Uncle Qing was greatly shocked in his heart! Letter of understanding?

Could it be… could it really be for this matter?

He and his junior sister had discussed it so much before, guessing this way and that…

Yet they hadn't expected that the other party had first used talismans to draw in yin qi, and today had come straight to the door to demolish the house…

And it was actually for this kind of thing?

Why didn't you say so earlier!!!

Do you have any idea how much money I've lost today!!

He didn't dare hesitate; he wanted to speak, but because his breath was held in, he couldn't squeeze out a single word, and could only nod frantically.

In an instant, the foot on his back withdrew, and the pressure on his whole body vanished at once.

That high-pitched, pinched voice continued, "Handle it tomorrow. If you don't, I'll come again. Next time, I won't tear down the house; I'll tear down your bones."

After that, there was no more movement.

Uncle Qing lay on the ground for another ten-plus seconds before cautiously raising his head to look around; aside from a few fragments of wreckage in the courtyard, not a single figure remained.

His whole body trembling, he stood up from the ground, stood in the courtyard staring blankly for a while, then, hearing the door-slapping and shouting from the street-side growing louder and louder, Uncle Qing's legs went weak as he walked outside.

On the street outside the shop stood five or six people: some were shop owners from neighboring stores, others were the patrol guards of the commercial street who had been called.

As soon as Uncle Qing opened the door, the people outside shouted directly, "Boss Luo! What are you doing in the courtyard? I heard banging and clanging from here; are you tearing down the house?!"

"Yeah, yeah, we were afraid something bad happened to you! We're just separated by a wall, and you made such a huge commotion..."

Uncle Qing, his face turning iron-green, looked at these people and gritted his teeth, saying, "What commotion I make in my own courtyard has nothing to do with you, does it?"

One of the neighboring shop owners angrily said, "How can you be so ungrateful? I heard the noise from your place and was afraid something might happen to you..."

Luo Qing waved his hand, his heart full of rage: "No need for you to worry; I'm perfectly fine!"

The leader of the street patrol frowned and said, "Boss Luo, is there really nothing wrong in your house?"

As he spoke, he looked at Luo Qing with suspicion—his body was covered in dust and dirt, and even his face was filthy.

"I'm just tearing down the house, isn't that allowed? I'm tearing down my own house, isn't that allowed? So many rats got into my courtyard before; I don't want to live here anymore and want to tear it down and rebuild, is that not allowed?!" Luo Qing flew into a rage out of shame.

"...", the patrol captain, his face heavy, said, "Boss Luo, let me remind you, this house is rented; the house is property of the street office, and you cannot tear it down at will!"

"That's none of your business! I'll go to the street office myself tomorrow to handle it; I'll pay whatever compensation is due!"

Having finished speaking, Luo Qing slammed the door shut heavily.

His heart throbbed with pain, dripping blood!

The innermost courtyard had been almost completely destroyed; the houses in this bustling tourist commercial district were valuable, not ordinary civilian single-story homes, but all were replica-style buildings constructed by the local official tourism group.

As a mere tenant, he had no right to carry out demolition—if compensation was demanded, it would be a huge sum of money!

Uncle Qing had suffered heavy losses these past few days and truly couldn't bear it anymore; his vitality was severely damaged.

Just as his legs went weak again and he returned to the courtyard, looking at the courtyard that was nearly a ruin, his heart dripped blood...

Suddenly, a thought struck him!!

The other party had come directly to his door; although he had suffered hardship... but the matter he had been guessing about before was now confirmed!

They had come specifically to avenge his three little hooligans!

Although he didn't know how those three low-level thugs had managed to connect with such a high-level expert...

But that matter wasn't important now!

What was important was...

Since the high-level expert had come for those three hooligans who beat him...

Then the money from others... for example, the compensation from that Fang Fang Zong?

Just... no need to worry about him, right!! The compensation amount promised by the junior sister was the largest!

What I fear is that high-level expert, not that Fatty Fang!

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The next morning.

Fang Fang Zong was leaning back in the chair in front of his computer in the office, playing a game.

Someone knocked three times on the door outside, then Assistant Yan walked in from outside with a somewhat complex and strange expression.

"Boss!"

Fang Fang Zong poked half his head out from behind the computer screen and casually saved the Black Monkey game file on the screen.

Damn it, anyway I can't beat it; I've died more than twenty times this whole morning. The Tiger Vanguard must be stuffed full of monkey meat!

If this doesn't work... should I join a sect?

Fang Fang Zong's mind lightly turned over the thought and he casually asked, "What is it?"

"Boss... as you instructed, I contacted Uncle Qing from Luoyun Zhai today. Didn't Elder Zi come to visit before and promise a sum of money that would be transferred into our company's account? I just contacted Uncle Qing to discuss the invoicing... he... he..."

Fang Fang Zong frowned: "What trouble has that Luo Qing caused again?"

"He refuses to acknowledge the debt," Assistant Yan said in a heavy voice, "He says there is no such debt and he will not pay this money."

What the hell?

Fang Fang Zong's face immediately darkened, and he slammed the table hard!

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