Chapter 604: The young master can hear thoughts again! 20

When Jin Chen entered, those big guys were also sizing him up.

Perhaps after glancing a few times and seeing no threat, the few big men exchanged a look and walked away.

"Are you Jin Chen? I'm from your aunt's family, so I count as half a relative."

The bald man in the middle rubbed his shiny head, casually claimed a connection, and didn't care whether Jin Chen believed him.

"Ah… your aunt's family, then what about you."

Jin Chen's expression remained calm, and he looked at the other four.

He completely didn't take them seriously.

The vicious smiles on several people's faces froze,

"You little brat, are you pretending to be stupid!"

The scar-faced man kicked the table, his murky eyes fixed on Jin Chen, as if he would rush forward and punch him any second.

"To be frank, your father owes us 5 million; either you pay it back today, or I'll beat you until your teeth fall out."

He pulled out from his pocket a loan note so blurred the handwriting was illegible, and also a brand-new slip with Jin Chen's contact information.

"We didn't expect that either— that old man is a despicable hooligan, yet he actually has a son! He's been doing quite well in the city."

Sure enough, they are the original body's father's creditors.

Jin Chen rubbed his forehead; he only had memories of this father from a few years old— daily eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling— if not for his mother insisting on leaving home, the original body probably wouldn't have grown this big.

What struck Jin Chen as odd was how perfectly timed this was— in the original plot, the original body went abroad and never had any connection with that father again in this lifetime.

Looking at that brand-new slip, Jin Chen narrowed his eyes; it even listed his current address, suggesting he couldn't escape involvement with those two main characters.

"What the hell are you spacing out for?"

Jin Chen suddenly chuckled, gestured to the property manager who had followed him out to close the door, "I'll catch up with these relatives."

"Alright, just contact us if you have any business, Mr. Jin."

The people living here aren't ordinary; the property manager, also well-informed, immediately realized Jin Chen seemingly didn't need help, and hurried out to lock the door.

As long as nobody dies on their watch, it's fine.

"Yo, you little brat, still a tough bone— are you not planning to pay?"

The bald guy tried to shove him, but Jin Chen dodged sideways, grabbed his collar and flung him to the floor, knocking him senseless with stars in his eyes, his head smashing the coffee table corner and he couldn't get up for a while.

The other few people: "……"

Wait a moment!

The person who contacted them hadn't said that the hooligan's son was powerless, merely a weak-minded psychologist with only book knowledge!

【Host, friendly reminder: you've missed the appointed time with the Main God; he's leaning on the balcony, turned into a stone longing for his wife.】

Jin Chen's expression shifted slightly, his tone turned cold: "Whoever sent you over, find them; don't expect me to pay his debts."

"Damn it, I can't even beat you, a little shrimp!"

The scar-faced man, still unwilling, lunged forward and kicked.

Five minutes later, all the brawny men lay in the exquisitely decorated lounge, clutching their injured parts and wailing.

Jin Chen flung a card onto the floor, his voice icy: "Medical fees— his debt has nothing to do with me; come again and I'll break your arms and legs."

After saying that, he patted the shoulder he had deliberately decorated, put on his coat, picked up the cake, and left, once again assuming the aloof elite demeanor.

The bald man grunted, clutching the card in his palm, limped away with his buddies, intending to go settle accounts with the man who contacted them.

"Wait a moment."

The property manager hurried over, wearing a professional smile, "Please come compensate for the lounge's damages."

He tapped away on a calculator, "The broken items include but are not limited to antique vases, golden-thread nanmu chairs, and Italian luxury coffee tables."

"Out of respect for Mr. Jin, I'll waive the fee; total loss is 500,000. If you can't pay right away, please follow me to the police station to handle the paperwork."

The property manager's rear electric baton bodyguards surrounded the main gate.

The few brawny men with criminal records: "……"

Damn it, going to the police station is a dead end!

The bald man, slightly trembling, handed over the card Jin Chen gave him.

Leaving the residential complex, the few big men exchanged a glance, hailed a taxi, and went to find someone to settle scores.

If they don't vent this anger, they aren't men!

——

Jin Chen hurried, but when he arrived at the Fu family residence he was still half an hour late.

Xu Li and Fu Zhenhua were sitting in the courtyard drinking tea; when they saw Jin Chen enter, she still nodded with a faint smile, but lacked her former warmth.

After what happened this morning, Fu Zhenhua could understand his wife's change; he just felt she needed time to accept it.

Aunt Song, who was tending the tea by the small stove, glanced at Xu Li a few times, then looked at Jin Chen's back as he went upstairs, seeming to hesitate about something.

"Young master, I've come in."

Jin Chen knocked on the study door; upon pushing it open, he saw Fu Mu Ci waiting in the entryway, silent, her slightly pursed lips and eyes full of accusation revealing her unhappiness.

Fu Mu Ci pointed at the hanging clock; it was clearly already ten o'clock in the morning.

"Cough cough……"

Jin Chen, feeling guilty, rubbed his nose, then covered his shoulder and projected his thoughts.

【Actually, because I got injured I missed the appointment with the young master— truly inexcusable.】

Injured……

After processing that message, Fu Mu Ci couldn't stay angry; she quickly stepped over, grabbed Jin Chen's arm, her eyes filled with obvious worry.

"Hand, does it hurt much?"

"It's fine, I was blocked, just my shoulder aches a bit."

Jin Chen smiled, eyes narrowed, and as he wished, held the little young master in his arms.

Just after stepping out for a moment, he actually got hurt……

Fu Mu Ci had him sit down, somewhat domineeringly wanting to pull open the collar to look; the bruise on his shoulder was very obvious and also glaring.

Fu Mu Ci fondly touched the bruise, and his eyes grew increasingly dark.

That's right, Jin Chen should be locked up…… Only by staying by his side is it safe, so he won't be beaten by others.

People outside are too terrifying; everyone says one thing and means another, utterly hypocritical. Every time Jin Chen leaves…… it means danger.

Fu Mu Ci buried his head in Jin Chen's neck, arms tightly around him, his voice low yet filled with astonishing obsession.

"Who did this… why?"

Jin Chen happily held the little young master, not feeling the bruise to be that painful, he lightly stroked the back and casually said: "Not really sure, those people were probably acting on someone's behalf……"

He paused, hesitated for two seconds, "But the people I've recently been unhappy with seem to be only…… Fei Yao and Ren Jia Ming."

Jin Chen always spares no effort to make the little young master dislike Fei Yao as much as possible, so he won't be used later.

But he seems unaware that using his own injury to prove something is overly forceful.

Fu Mu Ci's gentle rubbing motion in his arms suddenly stopped, his delicate brows and eyes clouding over.