Chapter 685: Evil, too evil

The next moment.

Jinghe got out of the car, pointed at the few people cutting trees, and yelled at them to come over.

Someone immediately reported the situation.

Wu An heard that the person was fine and felt a bit disappointed.

This was just a fluke that hit the person; all we can say is that Jinghe deserved it.

A Jin said: "Then let's go."

"Don't let Jinghe notice that you did it on purpose."

"Make sure he thinks it was an accident."

The lackey on the phone asked: "What if he wants compensation?"

A Jin said: "You guys are stupid."

"He will definitely demand compensation."

"But you've got legs, can't you run?"

Lackey: "Just run away?"

A Jin: "Nonsense."

The lackey gave a hehe laugh, hung up the phone—then it was simple; they could just act as themselves.

They had no other skills.

As thugs, they were professionals.

Several people walked over with chainsaws and other tools, first inspecting the car.

We don't know if they picked a too-small tree or if the luxury car's quality is just good, but it only dented the hood a bit.

It wasn't a big deal.

Jinghe shouted: "What are you doing?"

"You trying to kill me?"

The guy with the chainsaw shouted: "What are you yelling about? We didn't kill you."

"We're cutting trees; who let you suddenly rush out?"

"Now our tree is broken—what do we do?"

"This is the tree I planned to use to build a house and marry a wife."

"Ganlinmu, you poor peasant—do you even think you can get a wife?" Jinghe laughed angrily: "This rotten tree is worth only a few bucks; do you know how much my car is worth?"

"My car is worth several hundred thousand; now it's smashed like this, it'll take at least seventy or eighty thousand to fix."

"How do you plan to compensate?"

The chainsaw guy stared: "That expensive?"

"Nonsense, this is a BMW."

"Then we can't afford to pay."

"Ganlinmu, you can't pay..."

"Watch your mouth."

"Holy shit..."

The chainsaw guy kicked him, then shouted: "Brothers, we've wrecked a BMW."

"We can't afford to pay."

"What do we do?"

The others shouted in unison: "Run!"

"Hurry up and run!"

"Hurry up and run."

These few people, while shouting, charged straight into the mountains and forests.

By the time Jinghe's mother crawled up, cursing, they had already vanished without a trace.

At that moment.

Chen Lao Da then got out of the rear car and asked if Jinghe was okay.

Jinghe looked disheveled: "Whether I'm hurt or not, you've already seen it with your own eyes."

"Do you know those few people?"

"Holy shit, damn Gantamu's..."

Jinghe was furious.

Chen Lao Da shook his head: "Looks like they're villagers from nearby villages."

"Their accent is also from around here."

"Finding them shouldn't be hard."

"As long as we find them all, we'll definitely give you an explanation."

"Calm down."

Jinghe got angrier the more he thought about it: "What the hell is this all about?"

First he was scared half to death.

Then he was kicked by a peasant.

What's worse is that after these peasants realized they couldn't afford compensation, they just ran off—quick and decisive.

He wanted to lash out but couldn't find anyone, which made him feel terrible.

Jinghe pointed at the tree: "First get someone to clear the tree."

Chen Lao Da immediately called to summon people.

Soon, after the people arrived and learned the situation, they all said Jing He was too unlucky, but no one suspected it was done on purpose to scare Jing He.

Because cutting trees isn't common where they are, but it does happen; after making something, they think of using it, and will secretly cut trees to take home.

When they learned those guys had caused trouble and fled, two of them almost laughed out loud.

This damn misfortune opened the door for more misfortune; it's misfortune to the house.

After a wasted effort moving the tree, Jing He started the car and found it still worked normally.

With this delay, night had already fallen.

Chen Lao Da checked the time, extremely depressed; now whether they rush or dawdle, the other side has surely finished work and won't process their paperwork.

No way.

He suggested inviting Jing He to eat in town to calm down.

Jing He grumbled and agreed, demanding to go to the town's best restaurant.

The town's best restaurant, of course, is Qin Zong's.

Chen Lao Da didn't want to go a million times, but seeing Jing He on the brink of exploding, he nodded and agreed.

They arrived at the town restaurant.

Wu An greeted Qin Zong and turned off the surveillance in advance.

Qin Zong readily agreed.

After Chen Lao Da arrived, Qin Zong personally received him; Chen Lao Da feared Qin Zong would reveal the over‑selling incident and let Jing He know.

So he immediately called Qin Zong over, promising that as soon as he had the money, he would pay the compensation at once.

Qin Zong took out his phone, indicating he had already recorded audio.

Chen Lao Da was stunned.

Damn it.

What about the most basic trust between people?

What could Chen Lao Da say? He could only laugh and say "okay, okay, okay," while feeling uneasy inside.

Soon.

The dishes were placed on the table.

Jing He had just stepped out, accidentally bumped into someone, and, already in a bad mood, opened his mouth to curse.

Originally Liu Gang was going to find a reason to lose his temper, but now he didn't need to.

He directly gave Jing He a big punch.

Jing He was stunned.

Covering his face.

Leaning against the wall.

Trembling.

It wasn't over yet.

Liu Gang grabbed Jing He and rushed into the room, punching while shouting, "I let you curse."

"I let you curse my mother."

"I'm gonna damn kill you."

While speaking, he grabbed the wine on the table and forced it down Jing He's throat.

Jing He gulped and swallowed.

Chen Lao Da was also stunned.

WTF.

What the hell is going on?

Seeing Liu Gang tall and massive, with a fierce look, he didn't even dare to help, terrified enough not to even take a breath.

He never imagined in his dreams that the attacker was the "hitman" he once hired.

He poured the wine in.

Liu Gang pinned Jing He to the ground and beat him, smashing tables and chairs to pieces.

Chen Lao Da sensed something was wrong.

This damn thing won't end with him having to compensate too, will it?

He beat Jing He until his face was covered with bruises like blooming peach flowers; Liu Gang then staggered to his feet, turned and ran.

Chen Lao Da quickly lunged forward to check Jing He's condition; seeing Jing He still breathing, he relaxed.

Then Qin Zong came to inquire.

"What happened?"

"Chen Lao Da, was it you again?"

Chen Lao Da shouted that he was innocent, that someone else committed the assault.

Jing He only then recovered enough to say, "Call the police, call the police, quickly report…"

Qin Zong cooperated fully.

Examining Jing He, it was a superficial skin injury.

"Jing Zong, rest assured, we will fully cooperate, helping you catch the culprit."

Soon.

The Police Station dispatched officers.

During the inquiry, they recorded statements; Qin Zong cooperated actively, but unfortunately the surveillance maintenance missed recording.

Asked around, but still didn't see anything, and nobody recognized the perpetrator.

This is troublesome.

The Police Station merely told Jing He that they would surely conduct an active investigation and soon apprehend the perpetrator.

Jing He went to the hospital to have his injuries checked.

He went out.

Chen Lao Da said he would arrange lodging for him.

Jing He refused, feeling that this place was very ominous; previous attempts had also not gone smoothly, especially today, with one mishap after another.

He wanted to go back overnight.

Chen Lao Da said: "You smell of alcohol; you might as well stay the night."

Jing He pushed him aside and got into the car.

He started the car.

He didn't notice that a van was parked not far away, with its occupants continually staring at him.