Chapter 33: Elder and Benefactor

Chen Che stayed at the Qibao Club for the night, changed his clothes, and tidied himself up. The next day, he arrived in the West Straight District with Ma Menghan.

Following the address Cheng Kexin had given, the two searched all the way to South Pass Village, an urban village in the West Straight District.

"Who is the person you're looking for?"

As the two walked through the alley, Ma Menghan asked.

"An elder, and also a benefactor."

Chen Che answered softly.

Back then, he had been framed at his father Chen Xin's funeral and sent to the Juvenile Detention Center.

Many of Chen Xin's old subordinates had also trimmed their sails to the wind, one after another throwing themselves under Yang Wanqing's command.

It was Fu Lang who, bearing immense pressure, provided both manpower and money, running around personally, to finally rescue Chen Che from the Juvenile Detention Center.

Later, to prevent Yang Wanqing from dealing with Chen Che again, Fu Lang tried every possible method to send Chen Che away from Shanghai, but unfortunately, he was still caught up by the pursuers on the road in the end.

"What have you been through? You don't seem very old, but you have quite a lot of stories."

Ma Menghan turned her head to stare at Chen Che, her eyes full of curiosity.

"If you use another request, I can tell you," Chen Che said craftily.

Ma Menghan didn't fall for it, saying, "You wish. It's not that easy to get rid of me."

Chen Che spoke circuitously, "Do you really have to follow me? Don't you need to go back to your internship?"

"How could an internship be more important than you?"

Ma Menghan caught the subtext in Chen Che's words and deliberately spoke in an ambiguous tone.

Chen Che did not back down: "You don't like me, do you?"

"So what if I do?"

Ma Menghan squinted at Chen Che and smiled, not losing out in the slightest.

Chen Che laughed: "Then you're in danger; I have many senior martial sisters, and you'll have to get past them first."

"A senior martial sister isn't a wife, what do I have to fear?"

Ma Menghan said dismissively.

Chen Che smiled playfully: "It's possible they could be wives, though."

Ma Menghan said in surprise: "You even go for your senior martial sisters, you scumbag!"

"Oh right, you also call Sister Cheng a senior martial sister, could it be that you two...?"

Ma Menghan said with a look of inquiry.

"Guess." Chen Che smiled with a hint of roguishness.

Ma Menghan was stunned, bewitched by this smile for a moment:

"Pfft, I don't care. It doesn't matter how many women you have, I just need you to complete the things I've requested."

Chen Che smiled triumphantly: "We're here."

As the two were talking, they arrived in front of a single-story house. Just as Chen Che was about to knock on the door, he suddenly heard a roar from inside.

"Hurry up and pay back the money! You old thing, are you playing me?! You've dragged it out for three days and another three days; if you don't pay up today, I'll break your legs, you old thing!"

"Boss Yu, it's really that your interest rate is too high. The hundred thousand has rolled into over two million by now; I really can't afford to pay it back."

"If you can't afford it, why did you borrow high-interest loans?! I'll put it this way today: if you don't pay up, I'll grab your daughter and sell her to a brothel as a whore!"

Inside the single-story house, five or six fierce-looking, burly men were surrounding a father and daughter.

The leader, called Yu Long, was dressed in luxury. He slammed the contract in his hand onto the coffee table and sneered: "It's written clearly in black and white here. If you can't pay back the money, you must unconditionally obey my orders. Now, this master wants your daughter to sleep with me, and you, old thing, will stand guard at the door for me!"

"That's impossible! A contract with terms like this has no legal effect!"

Fu Lang was only about fifty years old, but his hair was already gray. He spread his arms, shielding his daughter Fu Yanyan behind him.

"Legal effect? When have you ever seen high-interest debt collectors talk about the law?"

"I'll pay you back tomorrow, even if I have to smash the pots and sell the iron or sell a kidney, I'll pay it. Now, please get out!"

Fu Lang stared at Yu Long and the others vigilantly; he had to protect his daughter well.

Fu Yanyan gripped the hem of her father's clothes tightly, a trace of stubbornness on her pretty face, which was full of fear.

"We will pay the money. If you dare to hurt us, I will call the police and let the people from the Public Security Bureau come to arrest you."

Yu Long grinned disdainfully: "You're the ones who owe me money; it's useless even if you call the police."

Fu Lang knew that if he didn't produce something substantial, they wouldn't let it go today, so he said: "Take a look at what's valuable in the house and take it away. I will definitely pay you the rest of the money."

Hearing Fu Lang say this, Yu Long didn't stand on ceremony and said: "Didn't you hear? Get to work."

The lackeys immediately rummaged through boxes and cabinets, but in the end, they didn't find anything valuable.

At this moment, a lackey came out from an inner room and said: "Boss, there's a woman in here."

Yu Long's eyes lit up, and he immediately walked toward the inner room.

"Don't, that's my wife, she's a vegetative!" Fu Lang screamed.

Fu Yanyan also cried, begging: "Please don't hurt my mother!"

Yu Long stood at the doorway, staring at the woman lying on the bed inside the room, and suddenly gave a wicked smile.

"How about this, since there's nothing valuable in your house anyway, I can't leave empty-handed."

Yu Long's gaze sized up Fu Yanyan. Fu Yanyan was twenty-two years old this year and had a sweet appearance.

At this moment, crystal-clear teardrops hung from the corners of her eyes, making her look pitiful.

Yu Long's Adam's apple bobbed as he said: "Your wife and your daughter, you pick one to spend the night with us. I'll count it as one thousand, and you stand guard at the door. I'll add another thousand if you help push, and if you come to help push, I'll add another ten thousand. Of course, if the wife and daughter both go at it, I'll count it as one hundred thousand, how about that? Hahahaha!"

Yu Long and the others roared with laughter.

Fu Yanyan's face flushed red with anger, and she cursed: "Shameless, despicable!"

Fu Lang was also trembling with rage. If a man couldn't protect his own wife and daughter, how could he have the face to live in this world?!

"Don't even think about it! Even if I die, I won't let you animals harm my family!"

Fu Lang glared with wide-open eyes, rebuking Yu Long and the others while shielding Fu Yanyan completely behind him.

Yu Long sneered: "Since you find it so hard to choose, I'll help you choose. Brothers, do it!"

"Awoo!"

Yu Long's subordinates let out strange cries as they surrounded Fu Lang and his daughter.

"Old thing, get out of the way!"

A young man grabbed Fu Lang by the wrist and shoved him down.

"What do you want to do? You are not allowed to touch my father!"

Fu Yanyan cried out and pounded at one of the men surrounding them, but the man grabbed her small hand.

"Beauty, you're in such a rush to play with your big brother? Come, let's have some real fun!"

The young man smiled wickedly, stroking Fu Yanyan's small hand without restraint.

"Animals, you are not allowed to touch my daughter!"

Fu Lang's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared as he tried to rush forward, but he was grabbed by two men and could not break free.

"Let me go, let me go!"

Fu Yanyan struggled with all her might, attempting to break free from the young man's embrace.

Unfortunately, she was ultimately just a weak woman, and no matter how hard she struggled, it was all in vain.

At this moment, her heart was filled with despair!

Seeing that it was about time, Yu Long was about to take out his phone to send a message to the person waiting outside to play the hero and save the beauty.

"Bang!"

Before Yu Long could even dial the number, Chen Che burst through the door.

Yu Long looked at the newcomer and felt confused; before he could even ask a question, a gust of wind rushed toward his face, knocking him over.

"You all deserve to die!"

Chen Che roared in fury, his True Qi erupting from his body unconsciously. His expression was icy, and his entire body radiated a sharp aura, like a god of slaughter from hell.

Yu Long and the others in the room shuddered simultaneously, feeling as if they had fallen into an ice cellar in an instant.

Yu Long was an ordinary person, but he was not stupid; the True Qi on Chen Che was far too surging, and he was undoubtedly a Martial Artist.

Furthermore, according to the script he had received, the person bursting through the door was not Chen Che, let alone a Martial Artist.

The plot had deviated, and the rage of a Martial Artist was not something an ordinary person like him could withstand.

"Mis..."

Before Yu Long could finish his words, his idiotic teammate acted first.