Chapter 435: If Reason Doesn't Work, Use Money to Smash It

The stick descended with a whistling sound, but before it could strike Sheng Hanyu, he dodged it.

The men he brought were all trained fighters who knew a thing or two about martial arts.

Someone immediately intercepted the old man, buying a brief moment of opportunity for Sheng Hanyu.

He went to push the wooden door, only to discover it was locked.

"Bang!"

Sheng Hanyu kicked it with force, and the entire door was kicked down.

The moment the door fell, the villagers who had come to support arrived as well.

By the light of their torches, Sheng Hanyu clearly saw his aunt tied up with a Rope, curled up on a pile of straw in the corner of the room.

"Aunt!" he shouted, rushing over to help her up.

It had only been a few days, yet his aunt had been tortured until she was barely recognizable.

Her lips were pale without a trace of color, yet her complexion showed an unnatural flush.

His aunt's clothes were torn by the Rope, and there were injuries on her body; it was clear she had been beaten.

"Aunt, Aunt, wake up, I've come to save you!"

Sheng Hanyu untied the Rope from her body; his aunt's hands were ice-cold, yet her forehead was constantly breaking out in a sweat.

The Spring Festival had just passed, and the temperature in the mountains was still very low.

Despite her clothes being so thin, his aunt was sweating profusely, and her teeth were chattering uncontrollably.

This is bad, she has a fever.

"Please hold on, I will take you to the hospital immediately." Sheng Hanyu carried his aunt on his back.

It was just not that easy.

The old man no longer had the stick in his hand, and he had somehow acquired a sickle.

"Leave the person here; she is my wife. If you try to take her away, I will fight you to the death." He raised the sickle in his hand.

Sheng Hanyu swept a cold glance at him: "Move aside, or I won't be polite to you."

The man did not move, only cursing and swearing, insisting that he leave Wang Yinghao behind, repeating over and over that "this woman is my wife."

The villagers and Sheng Hanyu's men had already started fighting.

The men Sheng Hanyu brought had the upper hand for now, but more and more villagers were rushing over from behind, so it was hard to say who would end up at a disadvantage and who would benefit after a while.

Outside, there was a fierce battle; inside the thatched hut, there was a standoff.

Neither side was willing to give an inch.

"Hanyu, is that you?" His aunt woke up, very weak.

"Aunt, it's me. Don't speak; I will definitely get you out of here." Sheng Hanyu's tone was firm.

His aunt began to struggle, trying to get off his back: "Don't worry about me, you go quickly; no one can escape from here."

"Please don't speak, we will definitely make it."

When the old man heard Sheng Hanyu call Wang Yinghao "Aunt," the expression on his face softened slightly.

Wang Yinghao had a good temperament and had always lived in the water towns, so her skin was well-maintained; although she was over fifty, she looked to be around forty.

That was compared to ordinary city women.

Women in the mountains looked even older.

The old man had initially thought Sheng Hanyu was her lover, but now that he heard the address, he felt relieved.

He even began to try to get on good terms with him: "So she is your aunt. As long as she isn't your lover, then it's fine. We're all family, so don't be so distant. I really don't have any money left at home, but I do have two sheep; if you want them, you can take them later."

This man mistook Sheng Hanyu for someone like Wang Yingzhi, thinking he had come in the middle of the night to snatch the person just to get more money back.

Sheng Hanyu said: "I will give you two thousand sheep; let us go."

He had always been a man of his word; if he said two thousand, not a single one would be missing.

In fact, Sheng Hanyu had even understated it; he originally wanted to say twenty thousand, but he was afraid the man wouldn't believe him if he said too many, yet the man didn't even believe him for two thousand!

"Bah!"

Instead of being happy, he became angry and started cursing: "City people are all good for nothing, just a bunch of loud-mouthed liars. The last woman said things that sounded better than singing, but when she left, she still took the gold ring I left for my mother."

"Now you're here to swindle me again; I won't fall for your tricks again."

His aunt said weakly on Sheng Hanyu's back: "What he says is true. He is different from the woman who sold me. That person was a swindler; he is a big boss from the city, a rich man. He will pay you back the money you spent to buy me."

Having said so much in one breath, his aunt was exhausted and panting heavily.

The old man hesitated a bit.

He wasn't stupid; so many people had come today.

He feared it wouldn't be easy to drive them away, and even if he did, what would happen if they came back next time?

Moreover, this woman was very difficult to deal with.

Wang Yinghao had been here for several days, yet the old bachelor hadn't even touched the hem of her clothes.

Beating, scolding, and intimidation—nothing worked.

Wang Yinghao had even started a hunger strike, planning to starve herself to death!

Such a woman was the most troublesome; if she died, the money would have been spent in vain.

He prepared to give in and ask Sheng Hanyu for money; once the money was given, he would just return the person to him.

Didn't Xiaojun just say he could pay double? With money, why worry about not being able to buy an obedient woman?

"Bring the money. Don't give me empty talk. Pay me back the money I spent initially right now, and you can take the person away immediately."

"Fine."

Sheng Hanyu was prepared; although he hadn't brought much, he did have over a hundred thousand in cash on him.

Just as he was about to take out the money, two slightly younger men rushed in from outside, each landing a punch that knocked the old bachelor to the ground.

The two men were cursing foully, the gist of which was that he had broken the village's rules.

They also said that someone like him didn't deserve anyone's help, and that he should be tied up and thrown into the deep mountains to feed the wolves...

And more villagers joined in.

Under pressure from the crowd, the old man changed his tune.

He insisted firmly that she was not allowed to be taken away!

He clamored that Wang Yinghao was his woman, and since she had married into this village, she was a village wife; he would rather let her die here than let her leave alive.

There was nothing more to say.

Since things had reached this point, the only thing left to do was fight for their lives.

Sheng Hanyu gently placed his aunt on a haystack, then took off his shirt, revealing a chest covered in scars.

He took a step forward like a god, and everyone instinctively took two steps back!

The aura radiating from Sheng Hanyu was too overwhelming; even though he was only one man, he made the dozens of men blocking his path feel inferior in presence.

He took all the money out of his clothes and threw it stack by stack at the old man!

"Will you let her go?"

"Is this enough?"

"How about this?"

Ten thousand per stack, all brand new.

When he bought Wang Yinghao, the old man had taken out thirty thousand yuan, which was all the money he had saved in his entire life!

Now there was over a hundred thousand!

The visual impact was so strong that he felt a bit dizzy.

Not just him, but all the men in the village were dazzled.

Many of them had never seen so much money in their lives, and now that brand-new banknotes were being thrown casually at the old bachelor, seeing him stuff them into his own arms made these people green with envy.

"Sange, you can't keep it all to yourself; those who see it get a share."

"Right, we all helped, and I even got hurt, so give me an extra share."

"And me, look at my thigh, it's bleeding..."

"Get out of the way, Sange, I'm usually the closest to you; if you forget me, that would be really uncool."

Money is the most intuitive standard for testing relationships!

Whether it's friendship, family, or love, it works in most cases.

The villagers who were just united against a common enemy were now starting to turn on each other!

Everyone crowded noisily around the old bachelor, pushing desperately toward him, afraid that if they fell behind, they would get less money.