Taking advantage of the unexpected momentum, the punch landed squarely on Zhang Fuqiang's face.
At the same time, Leng Yaozu quickly pulled Bai Shuyao behind him.
"Yaoyao, take off your shoes and find a chance to run!"
He's quite the romantic; he genuinely wants to save Bai Shuyao from her predicament.
"Brother Yaozu, are you alright?" Bai Shuyao wasn't stupid; she quickly took off her shoes as instructed, offering concern and comfort to Leng Yaozu. "Thank goodness you're here, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do, sob sob..."
"Don't be afraid, Yao Yao, I'm here!" Leng Yaozu said.
"Damn it, you dare hit me?!" Zhang Fuqiang wiped the blood from his broken lip, his eyes instantly turning fierce.
Zhang Fuqiang is not a typical good-for-nothing. He is a womanizer, but women are not his weakness.
Leng Yaozu's attack on him violated his greatest taboo.
"Kill him!" Zhang Fuqiang said viciously.
Several henchmen swarmed forward, their attack now several times more ruthless than when they had attacked Leng Yaozu earlier, causing many people nearby to scream in fright.
"Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him!" Bai Shuyao cried out from the side, looking at Zhang Fuqiang with teary eyes, pleading, "Brother Qiang, please stop hitting him! Brother Yaozu will be beaten to death! Please stop!"
At this point, Zhang Fuqiang had lost interest in Bai Shuyao; he only wanted Leng Yaozu to pay the price.
"Keep hitting him!"
"ah--"
Leng Yaozu was beaten and covered in injuries. Now that his underlings are on guard, he can no longer "take them by surprise" a second time and can only endure the beating.
Finally, Zhang Fuqiang personally stepped in, straddled Leng Yaozu, and beat him to a pulp.
After he had finished beating him, he stood up with a sinister grin and wiped the blood off his hands with the clothes of one of his underlings.
"Pah—you dog, you dare to go against me!" Zhang Fuqiang cursed.
This matter won't end until there's an explanation.
When the scene of two men fighting over a woman escalated into a brawl, the onlookers had already run away, fearing that the fire would inexplicably spread to them and they would become innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire.
What's more important than life? Watching a play?
You'll regret messing with a devil like Zhang Fuqiang.
"Brother Qiang, we were wrong, please stop hitting him!" Bai Shuyao kept begging for mercy, feeling both scared and worried as she saw Leng Yaozu being beaten like this.
"You need to give me an explanation for what happened today," Zhang Fuqiang said, looking at Leng Yaozu, who was lying on the ground, badly beaten.
Leng Yaozu was furious. He was the one who was beaten, but Zhang Fuqiang still wanted him to give him an explanation.
I think they've got it backwards!
But that's the reality. He's in their hands now. If he wants to leave this skating rink, he'll have to swallow his pride and bear it all to calm things down. After all, there's no reasoning with a thug.
"What do you want?" Leng Yaozu asked.
"Damn it!" One of the henchmen stepped forward and slapped Leng Yaozu again, cursing, "Our Brother Qiang asked you to give us an explanation, and you're asking Brother Qiang what to do? What do you mean? You hit our Brother Qiang and you think you can walk out of here without paying compensation?"
Leng Yaozu: "..."
Damn it, he got a beating, and afterwards he was covered in injuries, and he still had to pay Zhang Fuqiang money.
Even though he was extremely unwilling, he rationally knew that he really had to pay this "humiliation fee," and he had to beg the other party to accept it in order to possibly end this trouble.
"How much compensation do we need?" Leng Yaozu asked uncertainly.
He guessed the other party would ask for an exorbitant amount, but he didn't expect them to be this ruthless.
"One hundred dollars!" the henchman said, threatening him, "If it's even a penny less, this isn't over!"
One hundred dollars?!
Leng Yaozu's heart trembled. This bastard's heart was really black. He only punched Zhang Fuqiang once. Although his mouth was cut, compared with his injuries, Zhang Fuqiang's was nothing. Yet he still wanted him to give him a hundred yuan!
"Brother Qiang," Leng Yaozu finally chickened out in the face of money, his attitude softened considerably, and he pleaded, "Isn't a hundred yuan a bit too much? I don't have that much, could you make an exception?"
"You think this is a discussion with you?" Zhang Fuqiang didn't even need to say anything; his sensible underlings would teach him a lesson on their own.
"But, but I don't have that much either!" Leng Yaozu emptied all his pockets, and with all the money he had, he could barely scrape together about ten yuan.
"Trying to get rid of a beggar? I don't think you're sober yet!" With that, the henchmen were about to attack again.
"No, no!" Leng Yaozu quickly covered his head and looked at Bai Shuyao, who was crying so hard she was in a daze. He said with difficulty, "Yaoyao, do you have any money on you? Why don't you lend me some? I promise I'll pay you back."
Bai Shuyao fumbled around for a long time, but only managed to take out two yuan.
"Brother Yaozu, I came out with you, but I didn't bring any money with me..."
She wasn't lying, after all, she didn't need to spend money when going out with Leng Yaozu, and Bai Juan was usually very stingy with her, never giving her any spare money.
"You two, you think you can settle this for twelve yuan? Tch..."
Zhang Fuqiang, who had been putting on airs and remaining silent, finally spoke up.
"One hundred yuan, or, don't leave."
Leng Yaozu was really at a loss and it seemed he could only swallow this bitter pill, but he genuinely couldn't come up with the money.
"Brother Qiang, how about this? Give me some time, I'll go raise the money, and I'll definitely pay you back the hundred yuan. Let's just let this matter go, okay? Give me some time!"
He had emptied his pockets, and Zhang Fuqiang had seen it earlier, so he knew he really couldn't come up with anything now.
"How long?" Zhang Fuqiang asked.
"One week—"
"You think I run a charity?"
"Three days! Three days!" Leng Yaozu promised. "Brother Qiang, give me three days, and I guarantee I'll raise a hundred yuan for you!"
So, the matter was temporarily resolved three days later when Leng Yaozu compensated Zhang Fuqiang with one hundred yuan.
When Bai Shuyao helped the swaying, swollen-faced, and bruised Leng Yaozu out of the skating rink, both of them had a gloomy and miserable expression on their faces.
One hundred dollars?
Leng Yaozu knew perfectly well what was going on with the Leng family's financial situation.
Xu Fangfang was the only one in the family with a stable income from working at the shooting range. He himself didn't have a proper job, and Leng Qisheng wasn't one to settle down and earn money either. He would occasionally do odd jobs to earn a little extra cash, and from time to time he would go drinking and playing cards with his friends. With his meager savings, he was barely able to support himself.
Even if you empty the Leng family's pockets, they still can't come up with this hundred yuan.
But who is Zhang Fuqiang?
His thuggishness and domineering nature were notorious in the area.
Leng Yaozu knew very well that if he didn't give Zhang Fuqiang this hundred yuan, Zhang Fuqiang would never let the matter rest.
"Brother Yaozu, it's all my fault. I've dragged you into this." Bai Shuyao was full of apology, her fair face covered with tears of sadness, worry, and guilt.
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