Chapter 11 The villain is actually me?
Chen Fan silently raised his guard in his heart.
Under the gaze of everyone, he walked cautiously towards the house with the door open.
As soon as he reached the door, he heard a vague conversation coming from the room.
Chen Fan stopped cautiously, trying to grasp more information from the vague conversation.
After listening carefully for a few seconds, Chen Fan couldn't help but frowned-the noisy crying in the room completely overwhelmed the human voice, and it was difficult for him to hear the specific content clearly.
Just when Chen Fan was about to give up, his eyes swept across his right palm.
His eyes moved slightly, and he asked in a low voice: "Yi, is there any way?"
Yi did not respond, but the pure human voice after removing the noise had automatically emerged in his mind.
This technology is awesome!
If he had this ability before, would he still worry about the lack of customers for the private detective agency?
Chen Fan sighed in his heart and listened carefully.
"Killing someone means paying for his life, and debts mean paying back money. This is a matter of course!"
"What did you say when you borrowed the money?"
"I will definitely pay off the debt within three months. Now look, it's been almost a year, and you haven't paid off the remaining debt."
The man who spoke had a rough voice, giving people a feeling that he was not easy to mess with.
A clear female voice came from the room: "Debt?"
"As far as I know, Aunt Shen paid off the debt a few months ago!"
The man asked back slowly: "What about the interest?"
"Interest?" The female voice sneered, "Your interest has almost doubled!"
Hearing this, Chen Fan suddenly realized.
It turned out that he borrowed usury through improper means!
Chen Fan, who had experience in his previous life, naturally knew the horror of this thing.
Not to mention twice, it is possible that the interest is ten times the principal.
The man's voice continued to come: "I don't care about this. According to the original agreement, we need to collect collateral of corresponding value."
"In my opinion..."
"Her child's arm is pretty good."
What the hell?
Arm?
Or the child's? !
Is it so bloody? ! !
No wonder these neighbors said that the people inside are not easy to mess with. This is a pure-blooded evil force! !
Just when Chen Fan was shocked, a slightly tired female voice came from the room: "Xu Huai, stop arguing."
"After all, I owed the debt first. Even if we bring this matter to the church, the church will not support us."
The woman sighed for a long time: "Since they want my son's arm, then... let them take it."
Hearing this, Chen Fan's eyes widened suddenly!
"...Fuck?!"
This time, he was completely shocked!
A mother actually wants to use her child's arm to pay off the debt?
Damn...
Is this still a human being? ! !
As a good socialist young man with correct values, Chen Fan naturally couldn't bear to see such a tragedy happen in front of his eyes!
He didn't bother to get information, and directly stepped forward and kicked the already shaky door.
"Bang!"
With a dull sound, the wooden door completely broke away from the door frame and fell to the ground.
Under the sunlight, a faint dust rose from the concrete floor.
The loud noise also attracted the attention of everyone in the room.
Chen Fan stepped on the wooden door with a big hole in it and shouted loudly:
"Stop..."
The originally full-bodied voice quickly faded in just a few seconds after seeing the scene in the room:
"Stop?"
...
In the room, a burly man was kneeling on a cushion in an upright posture.
In front of him, on a small round table, there was a spotless statue of a god.
The strong man put his hands together, looked up at the statue on the table with a pious look, and was still muttering something in his mouth - if nothing unexpected happened, this was the evil gangster who spoke foul words.
Under Chen Fan's gaze, the strong man turned his head to look at Chen Fan with a confused look on his face: "...Who are you?"
On the other side, a middle-aged woman who was about the same age as his mother sat on a wooden chair in the living room with a tired look.
Next to the middle-aged woman, the little boy looked at Chen Fan who was stepping on his own door with red and swollen eyes and a look of horror.
From the little boy's expression, Chen Fan was sure that he was definitely not a good person in the eyes of the other party.
The original hoarse crying had disappeared, and only the little boy's slight sobbing was left in the room.
Under Chen Fan's incredulous gaze, the little boy raised his right mechanical arm with a metallic luster and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes smoothly.
Next to the little boy, a young woman with a cold face and a high ponytail stopped comforting the little boy and cast a puzzled look at Chen Fan in surprise.
Chen Fan's mouth twitched slightly.
'Yi, did I misunderstand something? '
[...This machine thinks you are more like a villain now. ]
Fuck.
A backward technological civilization ruled by gods and the only electrical equipment in the house is an incandescent lamp, but it has mastered extremely perfect mechanical prosthetic technology!
Listen for yourself, who would have thought of this? !
Chen Fan scratched his head awkwardly: "Well..."
"I said I was just passing by, do you believe it?"
...
After a short wait, the middle-aged woman came back to her senses first.
She stood up from the chair at a loss, and saluted Chen Fan from a distance: "Lord Chosen One, why are you here?!"
The silence in the room was broken instantly.
The strong man who was kneeling upright on the futon narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully at Chen Fan who was still standing on the door panel.
Then, he sneered and asked back: "God's Chosen One?"
"Just chosen?"
Hearing this question with a bit of yin and yang meaning, Chen Fan subconsciously frowned.
This strong man is completely different from those neighbors who are watching the fun. He doesn't have much respect for God's Chosen One in his eyes. The
other party doesn't even care about his identity as God's Chosen One!
Thinking of the discussions of those neighbors before, Chen Fan's spirit, which had just relaxed, tightened up again.
He stared into the eyes of the strong man and answered with a serious look: "Yes."
Hearing this, the strong man's face sneered more and more.
"What?"
"You, the God's Chosen One, don't prepare for the God's Chosen Ceremony in a month, but instead come to care about these trivial matters?"
"Pay your debts, not to mention you, a God's Chosen One, even if the gods come in person, I am the one who is right."
Just as Chen Fan was thinking about how he should respond to this, the strong man slowly got up from the futon with the same sneer on his face as always.
"Sister Shen, I'll give you one last month."
"After one month, if you still can't pay off your debt, I'll take Xiaowen's arm."
The middle-aged woman called Sister Shen just nodded silently to the strong man's words.
The strong man nodded with satisfaction.
Then, under Chen Fan's gaze, the strong man walked towards him.
Against the backdrop of the morning sun, the slightly grim smile on the strong man's face was particularly conspicuous.
Looking at the strong man with a hideous face walking in front of him, Chen Fan had only one thought in his mind:
Damn it.
He won't be the only victim in this dispute, right?
(End of this chapter)
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