The person sitting next to Song Weidong immediately did as he was told, grabbing his arms and trying to pull him out.
Song Weidong screamed in terror, "I can't smoke anymore, or I'll die!"
Sitting at the back, Chen Jianing was trembling. Although they didn't take her out to have her blood drawn, she was still scared. So much so that she didn't say a word when the people next to her started touching her. In the struggle, her clothes were already half off, and they were just one step away from getting to home base!
Brother Biao laughed, "Didn't you say you didn't want to pay back the money? Each blood draw costs fifty yuan, so you only need to have your blood drawn 60 more times!"
Hearing that he would have to have his blood drawn 60 more times, he would have no blood left in his body by then. How could he possibly survive?
Song Weidong was so frightened that he knelt down and begged, "Please stop smoking! I'll give you the money, just let me live!"
"Weren't you so tough before? Why are you chickening out now?" Brother Biao laughed loudly after saying that. He knew it would be like this. Not many people can withstand blood drawing.
The person who had their blood drawn the most only got scared after three blood draws and obediently handed over the money.
This method always worked. He waved to his men, and they immediately pulled the man back into the car.
Then the car door closed.
"Your home address!" Brother Biao spoke again.
“Building No. 35, Yonghe Road!” Song Weidong obediently recited the address.
The driver stepped on the gas and the car started moving.
Finally, he no longer had to be dragged in to have his blood drawn. Song Weidong felt like he was hanging on by a thread; if he lost that thread, he would be gone too.
He heard Chen Jianing moaning from behind. He knew what the people behind him were doing, but he didn't want to care. He couldn't even save himself, let alone a woman.
Soon they arrived at his apartment building, and Song Weidong was pulled out of the car.
Then they went upstairs and quickly arrived at their doorstep.
Brother Biao took the key, opened the door, and went inside to look around the house. It wasn't as big as the previous house, but the location was good.
Song Yaozu was terrified and at a loss when he saw his father being brought in.
He couldn't understand why his father was entangled with this group of people from the streets. His face was pale and injured, his eyes were dark blue, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.
Brother Biao turned around, "Where did you put the money!"
Song Weidong pointed into the room, and then he was dragged into the room like a dead dog, and found the money from where it was hidden.
I've spent a little over the past few days, and I have over 780 yuan left.
Brother Biao counted the money. It felt great to have money come back after going out, and he would have more than 2,000 yuan in profit next. This deal was sure to make a profit.
Seeing that the money had been stolen, Song Yaozu finally spoke up, "Why did you steal money from my house!"
Looking at the boy in front of him, Brother Biao walked over and patted his little face. The boy swung his hand and punched him in the chest, but the force wasn't great and didn't hurt him.
But he was furious and slapped the child across the face, making his mouth bleed.
"Just because I have strong fists, you little brat dared to hit me. If it weren't for your young age, I would have dragged you to have your blood drawn too!"
Chen Jianing was pulled in, her face flushed, her legs swaying and unsteady, her clothes disheveled.
Brother Biao turned his head and saw, "Hey, looks like the third kid has been causing quite a stir!"
"Brother Biao! Please let me go!" Chen Jianing pleaded.
Brother Biao raised his hand and shook his finger, "Of course not, you haven't paid back your money yet, go and get it for me right now!"
Chen Jianing was pushed to the ground. Looking at Song Weidong, who was standing close by, she thought, "This man is a coward. He knows she was being bullied in the car, but he just sat in front of me without saying a word."
If it were Guo Chen, he wouldn't have done that!
"What? You're planning to risk your life rather than your money?" Brother Biao asked with a smile. "If that's the case, then we can only..."
"I'll go get the money!" Chen Jianing got up from the ground and walked step by step into the house.
Even if Song Weidong was stupid, he would understand that Chen Jianing had benefited from selling the house. Looking at the fierce Brother Biao in front of him, he dared not speak out against it.
Chen Jianing took out the 100 yuan she had hidden, but before she could even hold it in her hand for two seconds, it was snatched away.
The man brought the money to Brother Biao and exclaimed, "Found it!"
Brother Biao took the money and stuffed it into his shirt pocket, then sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at Song Weidong.
"I've recovered my initial investment, but I haven't gotten back the money I spent. What are you planning to do?"
Song Weidong was pulled up and made to kneel. He was furious. These people were too ruthless, but no one could help him right now. His son was also kneeling beside him.
Their movements were identical, like those of stray dogs.
"I've already given you all the money for the house. As for the interest, I really can't do anything about it right now."
"It's not just the interest; I spent another 1,100 yuan to buy your house, and you have to pay me that too!" Brother Biao stubbed out his cigarette and threw it in front of him. "You can choose not to pay, but I have plenty of ways to arrest you and send you to have your blood drawn repeatedly. That way, I'll get my money back sooner or later!"
"You're going too far!" Song Weidong thought of reporting the incident to the police. He was determined not to let these people get away with it.
"Don't even think about reporting this to the police. I have people in prison too. I can find some excuse to lock you up, and you'll be living a life worse than death!" Brother Biao walked up to him and stubbed out his cigarette. "I've been in this business for five years, and I've seen plenty of people like you. There's no nut I can't crack!"
Song Weidong asked unwillingly, "Then why didn't you deal with Lu Zhixia!"
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