Chapter 962

"Fine, you can keep this one," Xu Tian nodded in agreement.

"Can I ask what kind of martial arts your sister learned? I want to learn it too!" A girl said, eager to try.

Xu Tian paused and chuckled, "Just ordinary combat techniques, but my sister has been strong since she was a child."

"So that's how it is."

"Then which country did you live in before? Are you Chinese..."

The girls chatted around Xu Tian for a while longer before leaving in twos and threes.

At this time, the Second Elder and Zhou Lao Si, who had gone out to smoke, also returned.

"What happened? We seemed to see two punks walking away cursing just now."

Zhou Lao Si asked curiously.

"Nothing, let's go to a restaurant in the city to eat." Xu Tian casually threw the burgers he had just queued up to buy to Zhong Yu and Zhong Ling.

Having just caused quite a commotion, Xu Tian didn't want to create extra complications, so he simply took everyone away from the airport.

Just as the group stood up to walk outside, a long-haired youth wearing a duck-billed cap walked in hurriedly and happened to bump into Zhong Yu, who was walking out.

"Sister, I'm sorry..." Zhong Yu apologized subconsciously.

But the person raised his head and said in a rough voice.

"Little sister, not everyone with long hair is a sister."

"You..." Zhong Yu was dumbfounded, not expecting the refined person standing in front of her to be a man.

"I'm sorry..." Her little face turned red, and she said hurriedly before lowering her head and walking away.

After walking a few steps, she saw another tall, beautiful woman.

"This time it must be a woman..." the little girl muttered, "But why does this woman look a bit familiar... Ah... I think I've seen the movie she acted in before!"

"And..." she said, a bit slow to realize, "That long-haired man's aura is so strong!"

"Aura?" Xu Tian and the others were slightly startled. How could they see a martial arts practitioner with a powerful aura on the street in Huaxia so easily?

"It's true!" Zhong Yu said confidently, "I think he's exceptionally strong. If we were to fight, I'm afraid that even if Zhong Ling and I joined forces, we wouldn't be his match."

Zhong Ling's brows furrowed tightly upon hearing this, and she looked back in the direction the long-haired youth had left.

However, there were too many people in the fast-food restaurant, and they couldn't find him anymore.

"You must have seen wrong," Zhou Lao Si said casually, "This isn't Wuji Island; how could a master of that level appear so easily? Besides, even on Wuji Island, people like you described are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns."

"The more you say that..." Zhong Yu mused, "The more I feel that man's vibe is very similar to a sissy!"

Xu Tian hurriedly said, "Alright, the aesthetic here in Huaxia is more inclusive; it's not strange for men to have long hair. If you see it in the future, don't make a fuss, do you hear me?"

If Zhong Yu pointed at a long-haired man on the street and called him a sissy, they might even end up fighting.

Even men with long hair couldn't stand that nickname.

The group walked out of the airport, hailed a taxi, and returned to the city for their first meal.

On the way, Zhong Yu was a bit disappointed, feeling that Jiangcheng's economic level didn't seem to compare to Wuji Island; she hadn't even seen a single sports car along the way.

Actually, this was normal. Although Jiangcheng was close to the Imperial Capital, it was still only a second-tier city. Moreover, Huaxia people were relatively low-key; apart from car enthusiasts or rich second-generation kids showing off their wealth, wealthy people generally preferred sedans like Maybachs or functional SUVs.

However, once they reached the restaurant, Zhong Yu could no longer complain and began to bury her head in eating.

She wouldn't dare say anything about other aspects of Huaxia, but in terms of food, it definitely left Wuji Island several streets behind. Xu Tian had stayed on Wuji Island for several months, and let alone Cantonese or Huainan cuisine, he couldn't even find a decent Sichuan restaurant.

Just as the group was feasting in the restaurant, in the living room of the Yan family in Jiangcheng.

Yan Hongyu stared coldly at the scarred man standing in front of him.

"Trash, the task I entrusted to you, why hasn't it been completed after so long?"

"Young Master Yan, we have our difficulties too," the scarred man said, "Although we are debt collectors, we have to follow the rules, right? Yan Jinsong did borrow money from us, but he paid it back with interest. Now you want us to find an excuse to take their villa, we don't have a reason..."

"No reason?" Yan Hongyu chuckled, "Don't joke. He borrowed so much money from you back then; maybe there was some he forgot to pay back. By now, with interest rolling over, it definitely isn't just a few hundred thousand. It's only right and proper for you to take their villa. As long as you appropriately raise the interest, it's perfectly justified."

"And I'm doing this for your own good. After all, I have many ways to make the Yan Jinsong family homeless, but only this method allows you to get a villa for free and also receive an additional commission of 300,000."

"Young Master Yan, are you serious?" The scarred man's eyes widened, filled with joy.

"Of course, as long as you drive Su Xiuya out of the villa, I'll write you a check."

"That's no problem," the scarred man nodded repeatedly, "Young Master Yan, don't worry, I will definitely get this done for you!"

Some time ago, news leaked out that Yan Jinsong and his daughter Yan Qingxue had conspired to murder Yan Jinbai. Now, the case must have reached a conclusion and was about to be sent to court for trial.

It was normal for Yan Hongyu to hate the Yan Jinsong family and want to wipe them out.

Anyway, they could get a villa for free and have a commission; with such a profitable deal, why care about principles?

"Then when will you take action?" Yan Hongyu asked, raising an eyebrow, "My patience is limited."

"Immediately! Right now!" The scarred man smiled obsequiously, "I'll lead people there myself to reclaim the property! I'll make Su Xiuya pack her things and get out of the villa!"

"Don't even let her keep her bedding!" A ruthless look appeared in Yan Hongyu's eyes, "I want her to be penniless and have no one to rely on!"

After the scarred man left Yan Hongyu, he immediately gathered his subordinates. Before long, seven or eight punks wearing leather jackets arrived.

"You all come with me to collect the debt!" The scarred man gave an order, and the group marched toward Jiangshui Huangchao.

In less than twenty minutes, a group of punks gathered in front of No. 88 Jiangshui Huangchao.

The lecherous man in the lead kicked the door, shouting as he kicked.

"Is anyone there? Get the hell out here for me!"

Su Xiuya, inside the villa, heard the kicking and ran from the living room to the entryway in a panic.

After she opened the door, before she could speak, the punks swarmed in and barged directly inside.

Su Xiuya's life had been very difficult over the past few months; her eyes were dull, her hair was half-white, and she looked ten years older, having lost her former composure and elegance.

Ever since her husband and daughter were locked in the detention center, Su Xiuya had been absent-minded and worried every day, not knowing what to do at all.