The man had a long scar on his right cheek, running from his eye to his chin, covering half of his face, which looked particularly frightening.
But he lay languidly on the sofa, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes gentle, which nicely softened the grotesque scars on his face.
It doesn't seem so scary anymore.
You can look to the side.
Fu Jiang and Fu Junhao, their faces bruised and swollen, knelt beside the sofa, being held down by thugs in black.
Fu Junhao's wrist was still pinned to the ground, and the thug next to him was playing with a sharp knife between his fingers, as if he was about to stab Fu Junhao's hand at any moment.
This scene made Jiang Yilai's breath catch in her throat.
Fu Nanxiao frowned.
He noticed that Jiang Yilai's body stiffened slightly, so he pulled her into his arms and patted her head reassuringly.
He whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, it's alright."
Jiang Yilai calmed down a bit.
Upon seeing the two, Fu Junhao immediately reacted as if he had seen a savior, struggling and shouting, "Brother, brother, you're here! Help me, help me! Yun Sinan, you're finished, my brother's here! You'll regret this!"
He was like a madman, crying and laughing at the same time.
Jiang Yilai couldn't help but curse him as an idiot in her heart.
Even after Fu Nanxiao came in, the scarred man lying on the sofa didn't seem to change much in expression.
He clearly wasn't that afraid of Fu Nanxiao.
This suggests that the scarred man's identity is definitely not weak.
Fu Junhao is in such a miserable state, how dare he still shout?
Fu Nanxiao clearly thought so too.
He glanced at Fu Junhao but ignored him.
Fu Nanxiao looked at the man on the sofa and said calmly, "What does Boss Yun mean by this?"
Facing Fu Nanxiao, Yun Sinan sat up straight as a gesture of respect.
He smiled, appearing very polite: "President Fu has arrived? I'm truly sorry for not welcoming you sooner."
Fu Nanxiao's expression remained unchanged: "I don't know how they offended Boss Yun, making you come all the way from Hong Kong to cause this trouble."
Port City?
Jiang Yilai muttered to herself.
Fu Nanxiao is one of the most prominent figures in Beijing. Few people do not both respect and fear him when they meet him. Even Gu Ming'en has to show him some respect.
No wonder Yun Sinan was so at ease; it turns out he's from Hong Kong.
Jiang Yilai's thoughts drifted away. She was completely unaware that, even when facing this kind of person and this kind of scene, she could completely let her mind wander while she was by Fu Nanxiao's side.
Just then, she heard Yun Sinan say with a smile, "It's nothing, it's just that President Fu's second uncle owes our Dark Cloud Society a sum of money that he hasn't paid back yet. We found out that he's going abroad soon. President Fu also knows that if he doesn't come back after going abroad, it will be difficult to collect the money when the emperor is far away. So, we rushed here to collect the money before he left the country."
Fu Nanxiao suddenly looked at Fu Junhao and Fu Jiang, his cold eyes flashing with anger.
His voice was chillingly cold: "You're gambling?"
When he met his gaze, Fu Junhao trembled.
Fu Jiang's face turned red, and he remained silent.
Fu Junhao lay on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably: "Brother, I was wrong, I was really confused for a moment, please save me this time, I beg you!"
Fu Nanxiao's expression was cold.
The Yun family is in the casino business. If they didn't owe so much money, Yun Sinan, the heir, wouldn't have come to the mainland to collect the debts himself.
Fu Nanxiao withdrew his gaze and looked coldly at Yun Sinan: "How much money do they owe?"
"It's not much; for President Fu, it's just a drop in the ocean."
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