Chapter 308: Sons and daughters are all here to collect debts

Never mind, I'm still doing my first shift at the hospital, and it's going fine—I don't need to arrange people to dump you at the hospital door." The man chuckled: "You'll get the most prompt treatment; don't worry, you won't die."

Chen Baosheng widened his eyes, his eyes full of terror.

He struggled desperately, like someone with Parkinson's; the mouth that had been covered by a hand was also stuffed with a piece of cloth the man found on the ground.

The man turned his head: "All right."

The man drew his knife.

Chen Baosheng's forehead veins bulged from the pain, sweat pouring down his head.

He had always known that the underworld wasn't just about human relations and scheming—it also involved fighting and killing; sometimes he even looked up to it, fantasizing that he was a big brother in the underworld.

How glorious that would be.

But when it actually happened to him.

He discovered that the underworld wasn't fun at all.

So painful.

So frightening!

Another knife stroke went in.

Chen Lao Da didn't know where he got the strength, struggling and shouting: "In broad daylight, this is a hospital—what you're doing is illegal…… is……"

The man walked over and gave Chen Lao Da a slap: "You say that…… I never said I was a good guy."

"My place got raided, a bunch of my brothers were arrested, I need to arrange people to take the fall, smooth things over with connections, and… forget it, telling you this is pointless."

"Let me give you a rough figure—my losses this time are at least seven figures!"

"Old thing, this much money is enough to buy your whole family's lives, right?"

Chen Lao Da trembled uncontrollably.

He acted big and bold in the village, but in front of the underworld riffraff, he was naturally just an old good-for-nothing.

After stabbing with the knife.

Then came a barrage of punches and kicks, and Chen Baosheng turned into a bloody mess.

No wonder they say it's professional.

Just like that, Chen Baosheng didn't even look like he was about to die.

After they left.

Chen Lao Da hurriedly called for the doctor.

The doctor arrived, stunned on the spot, not attending to anything else, immediately began treatment while having the hospital call the police—but Chen Lao Da stopped him.

But this was no longer something he could simply veto.

If someone dies in the hospital, whose responsibility is it?

While they were arguing, two police officers returned, learned the situation, immediately pulled the surveillance footage and questioned others in the ward—but found nothing.

The other side was quite professional.

License plates covered, people wearing hats, dodging the cameras.

The people in the ward all hid under the blankets, claiming ignorance when asked.

They all saw how badly Chen Baosheng was hurt; if they said anything and it got out, and if someone came knocking, the consequences would be too terrifying.

The police knew these people had definitely seen something, yet they said nothing, which made the police angry.

But they were also helpless.

These days, although public security has improved a lot, the black‑evil forces still exist, and like weeds, after one crop is cut another grows back.

The common folk feel fear—it's because their work isn't up to par.

Chen Lao Da, as a family member, flatly denied it.

Chen Baosheng didn't lose consciousness this time; although he was in excruciating pain, he still said, "It was an accident, an accident—no one is taking revenge on me."

"Don't interfere, don't interfere!"

The police dismissed his words as nonsense.

Even if no one filed a report, they would still launch an investigation.

What should be reported must be reported.

What should be filed as a case must be filed.

Committing violence openly in the hospital is simply lawless!

It's a provocation!

If they don't act, those people will become even more fearful and dare not speak up!

Once the police investigated, they naturally figured out the general situation!

Although they couldn't pin down exactly who did it, they also knew why Chen Baosheng was retaliated against, and that it led to two colleagues of Yu Kai Lang being questioned.

Higher up set up a special task force, demanding a swift conclusion and strict punishment, and it also extended to those involved in gambling.

Originally, paying a fine would have gotten them released, but now nobody can leave until they've served at least fifteen days.

Evening.

After the clamor subsided, calm returned.

Thanks to the incident, the hospital arranged a single room for Chen Baosheng.

Seeing the tighter bandages and the even more miserable Chen Baosheng, Chen Lao Da sat by the bed, his whole self aging considerably.

Not long after.

Other family members also came.

Looking at Chen Baosheng's miserable state, everyone was dazed.

"Big brother, we can't just let it go like this, can we?"

What do you want, to go head-to-head with those reckless bastards on the streets?

But...

If we're talking about the culprit, it's those gamblers who beat Baosheng.

Yes.

Every grievance has its source; every debt has its debtor.

And whoever smashed our windows, that's definitely Wu An and Lao Fu Tou's doing...

What time is it now, still worrying about this? Is that little thing even worth worrying about?

You smashed theirs, they smashed yours—what's there to say? You should be glad Lao Fu Tou is still honest; he just broke our windows, didn't do anything worse.

Yes.

From now on, I dare not let Baosheng gamble again.

Chen Lao Da lit one cigarette after another, speaking in a muffled voice: "If he goes gambling again, I'll break his leg."

Dad, Baosheng's both legs are already broken.

Then break his third leg!

Everyone: "......"

This old man must have gone crazy from the stimulation.

Chen Baosheng woke up, his voice hoarse, saying: "Dad, take revenge, take revenge—those guys who beat me... not a single one can be let go."

The worse I am, the worse they must be.

Chen Lao Da didn't respond, went up and gave him a slap, then walked out of the ward smoking.

How badly Chen Baosheng was harmed, his heart ached that much.

This grudge must definitely be avenged!

Just that.

Really, it was those gamblers who did it?

Chen Lao Da's thoughts turned, wondering if this had anything to do with Wu An.

A gust of wind blew.

Others became much clearer, feeling they had overthought.

If it really was that brat Wu An, after causing such a big commotion, how could he possibly still sneak around at night to smash our windows?

He thought it over, then called A Shui.

Hey, Chen Lao Da, I heard about the matter—how is Baosheng?

He... he's fine... Chen Lao Da paused, then asked: "How's the thing I asked you to handle?"

Still working on it. A Shui complained: "You know, although I can arrange people to work in the factory, that factory isn't mine—I'm just a manager."

Arranging people is easy, but dealing with people requires finding an opportunity—it's not something you can just do.

Chen Lao Da snorted and said bluntly: "I'll give you another five thousand to grease the wheels."

Since you've said that, Chen Lao Da, I'll definitely help you handle things nicely.

Hurry up.

Chen Lao Da hung up and transferred the money directly.

Having the windows smashed is indeed a small matter, but since we already had A Shui help with it, we definitely need to see it through—we can't just let it go.

It's just a matter of making a phone call.

Those gamblers who made Lao Er suffer so much are the ones that urgently need to be dealt with!

But we can't have our own people do it.

We have to find someone else; if it costs money, we'll spend the money.

Sigh... what the hell is this?

Chen Lao Da reached into his pocket; the cigarette box was empty—within less than half a day, a pack of cigarettes had been smoked.

Worry, worry.

Sons and daughters are debts from past lives, now coming to collect.

What can we do?

We can only repay it!