009: "The little beauty gets beaten."
Huai Yan nodded. He didn't open the door, but just stood in front of it.
Unsurprisingly, the sound of men cursing came from outside the door.
"Damn it! Open the door! Is he dead inside?!"
"Pah! Don't fucking talk bad luck! Who's going to pay back the money if he dies?!"
"Could he have fallen asleep?"
"It's only seven or eight o'clock, why would anyone be sleeping? He's definitely inside!"
Huai Yan didn't dare to breathe loudly, quietly listening to the sounds outside the door.
In reality, his hands and feet were ice-cold, and his heart was at its lowest point.
The iron gate was not sturdy, and soon it began to make sounds of loose screws and creaking as if it were about to fall.
It seems we have no choice but to go out.
This group of people won't leave anytime soon. Even if the door can hold, there are still other residents nearby, and it's hard to guarantee that they won't complain.
“73,” Huaiyan gripped the cold doorknob and took a deep breath, “This door has to be opened.”
073 remained silent for a while, clearly knowing that there was probably no way to avoid it.
“Go ahead,” he said.
The old, peeling iron gate creaked open as the boy moved.
The men outside finally quieted down.
"Damn, the door's finally open."
"I told you he wasn't asleep."
There were four people at the door, all with unfriendly expressions. The scarred man who received the money today was standing at the back, and the leader was a crew cut man with a cigarette in his mouth.
I recognize that flat-headed Huai Yan. He was the one who beat the original owner the worst when we were going through the story.
The man with the crew cut, named Zhang Feng, was over 1.8 meters tall. Standing in the doorway, he looked like a giant Buddha, which was quite intimidating.
Huai Yan was indeed intimidated.
His palms were sweating profusely as he gripped the handle tightly; his throat tightened with tension, and his neck turned a faint pink.
Although Huaiyan knew that the people at the door wouldn't kill anyone when they fought, she still couldn't help but feel a little scared.
"Why are you leaving so fast today?" Zhang Feng blew smoke into his face and smiled insincerely. "We haven't even seen you yet, and you've already disappeared."
Huaiyan did not answer, but pursed her lips, took a step back, and retreated into the room bathed in light.
The boy cautiously asked, "Is there something you need?"
The defensiveness in his words was so obvious that anyone could hear it.
However, the next second, a whistling wind came from beside his ears, and Huai Yan's pupils shrank sharply. He barely managed to dodge, but he was still a step too slow.
The stick struck his shoulder with a dull yet crisp sound.
A sharp pain shot through my shoulder.
"You brat, show some respect!" The boy next to Zhang Feng held up a baseball bat and glared fiercely at Huai Yan. "Speak properly to me."
Immediately afterwards, the boy stepped forward and kicked Huai Yan in the shin. Due to the inertia, Huai Yan's body swayed, and he fell to his knees while holding onto the iron gate.
He instinctively tried to brace himself with his hands on the ground, but the impact caused half of Huaiyan's body to go numb.
"I'm giving you one last chance." Zhang Feng stood between the three and stated his purpose. "You were able to raise 30,000 in such a short time, so you must have more than 30,000 on hand right now, right?"
The pain in his shoulders and knees made it difficult for Huaiyan to concentrate on his thoughts.
His vision blurred, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.
"No...no more..." Huaiyan struggled to support himself, squeezing out a few syllables from his throat, "I have no...money."
Before he could say anything more, the man with the baseball bat stepped on his hand.
"ah……"
The boy made a sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz, as if he was in extreme pain, and every part of his body was screaming for danger.
Zhang Feng sneered, about to speak, when suddenly his head snapped back, letting out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"
The sound was like a dying fish, its most vulnerable neck exposed, struggling in its death throes.
The change happened in an instant.
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