As soon as Mu Chuan rushed into the house, he searched around nervously without even having time to catch his breath. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xu Zisheng standing safely with no signs of injury on his body.
Heige said with a fake smile: "Are you the boss of the Xu family?"
Mu Chuan panted and said, "Yes, Brother Hei."
Hei Ge sighed and said, "You are a righteous man. Look at you. You have no blood relationship with this family, but you rush to help them pay off their debts. Isn't this a servile act?"
Mu Chuan didn't answer, but said cautiously: "Brother Hei, to be honest, we really can't afford the money right now, and we hope you can give us a few more days."
Brother Hei slammed the table fiercely, scaring the minions so much that they all shrank their necks.
Brother Hei pointed at his nose and cursed, "Grace? How many days have I given you?! What, you still want to push your luck?! Ridiculous! If I let you go today and word gets out, I'll be done with this business!!"
"Okay, you can't pay the money, right? Then use something else to pay off the debt."
Mu Chuan vaguely realized something, and his voice changed: "What do you want to do?!"
Hei Ge grinned and said, "Your little one is quite good-looking. Give him to me to play with for a few days, and I won't ask for any interest."
Xu Zisheng's eyes were bloodshot and he cried out, "No!"
Mu Chuan was at least older and could control his emotions a bit. His chest rose and fell violently, and he said respectfully, "Brother Hei, please don't joke with us brothers. This is absolutely not allowed."
There was a crisp sound, and the young man next to Brother Hei put the glass on the coffee table.
The boy narrowed his eyes and said, "How do you talk to Brother Hei? There is never any such word as 'absolute' in front of Brother Hei."
Hei Ge also became impatient and stood up directly: "Listen, your brother is in my hands. You have to do this business today. Either return the money to me on the spot, or..."
Brother Hei's glaring tiger eyes revealed a ferocious desire: "Send your brother to me to play with for a few days. We are all men after all, and I can't ruin him."
"That boy is so pretty, isn't he just for people to play with? Right, hahahahaha."
Heige laughed wildly, his voice carrying an unpleasant slur.
Before Mu Chuan made any move, Xu Zisheng broke free from his restraints, took two steps forward, and punched Heige in the face viciously.
After this punch was thrown, everyone present was stunned.
Brother Hei slowly stroked his cheek. In fact, Xu Zisheng's punch just now was not very hard, but it was extremely insulting.
He has been famous for so many years, but no one dares to hit him in the face.
Brother Hei slowly lowered his hand, his face filled with a sinister expression as if a storm was about to break out.
Before he could even open his mouth, the young man next to him took the initiative and kicked Xu Zisheng in the abdomen.
Xu Zisheng groaned, covered his stomach with his hands, and fell down with a painful look on his face, feeling a sore throat.
The boy called "Shenzhi" scolded him, "What are you standing there for? Go ahead and hit him! Can't you see this bastard is being disrespectful to Brother Hei?"
The minions got the order and attacked Xu Zisheng with fists and feet. Mu Chuan's eyes were red, and he wanted to rush forward, but was pulled away. He could only watch Xu Zisheng holding his head and being beaten.
Xu Zisheng looked extremely miserable, but he felt a little strange inside because the punches and kicks on him did not hurt as much as he had imagined.
The group held back.
Xu Zisheng has always had a bad brain, but as they say, desperate situations bring out talented people, and at this moment he finally realized what was happening.
Why are these minions holding back?
Was it Heige's order?! It couldn't be. He punched Heige in the face, and Heige wanted to skin him alive.
Then there is only one possibility.
The one these people never obeyed was Brother Hei, but the high school boy next to Brother Hei!
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