C10 Bullying (1/2)
”I beg of you, please let me go. No, no!”
Just as the mask seller was about to speak, he was interrupted by a loud voice from the side. He put down his mask and shouted loudly towards the shop owner, ”Li Shunzi, can't you guys go and cause trouble elsewhere, am I still not doing business?”
”What are you shouting for? If you keep calling out like that, I'll smash your shop to pieces.”
”What bad luck. These people are here to cause trouble. Great Master Zhang charged us so much protection fee, but he doesn't care!” The shop owner was scolded and could only admit his defeat. When he turned his head, he was shocked by the terrifying face of Hades.
”This one.”
”Good …” Alright, I will also follow you, guest … ”It's quite fitting.”
The shop owner swallowed his saliva, accepted the money and patted his chest in fright.
Really, with such an ugly appearance, even a mask couldn't cover it.
”My father is severely ill, and he has to rely on this money to treat his illness. My lord, I beg of you, please let me go. I will definitely return the money that father owes you. Please let me take father to the hospital first. ”
A fifteen-year-old little girl was kneeling on the ground, both hands tightly clutching a purse. She bit her lips and confronted the big, tiger-headed man in front of her.
”No money? ”Without money, the poor are not fit to be sick.”
The big bloke sneered and grabbed the purse. The little girl hugged his leg tightly, ”I beg of you, I can do whatever you want as long as you can save my father.”
”Anything?” Li Shunzi scratched his chin and looked at the people beside him, ”How much does this Old Man Huang owe Eldest Young Master?”
”Second Young Master, at least four thousand silver.”
”Four thousand taels?” ”How could that be possible? Daddy only borrowed five hundred gold, and paid a hundred as well, so he only has four hundred left. Where did he get four thousand?”
”Your father borrowed five hundred liang of silver, and only after two years did he get enough to borrow a hundred liang. The interest rate has naturally reached four thousand liang by now,” Li Shunzi said as he shook his legs, looking sloppy.
Huang Ying's shoulders trembled, this group of people were a bunch of scoundrels.