After rummaging half the day without finding anything valuable, Chang Juanmao went to report back to Huang He, who seemed to have anticipated it.
Behind Huang He's sunglasses, a pair of lustful eyes had long been fixed on Liu Shiyuan.
Unlike the average village girl, Lin Shiyuan was at the moment wearing a simple white T-shirt on top, with a rather common pair of denim shorts below.
But even in such ordinary attire, on her it gave off a fresh and charming vibe!
Those long, shapely legs were bare like ivory, without a blemish, and her pristine white feet were clad in flat sandals, with ten exquisite toes neatly arranged, pearl-like and jade-like, pink and delicate, utterly captivating!
Huang He swallowed hard and motioned for Chang Juanmao to come closer, whispering a few words.
Upon hearing it, Chang Juanmao immediately laughed slyly, "Boss, you have a keen eye. I just noticed that young girl is prettier than those TV starlets; I didn't expect such a rare beauty to come out of that poor Liu family. Just wait, I'll convey your intentions now!"
"Go ahead!" Huang He nodded with a grin. As a gangster of some renown, sixty thousand bucks wasn't a lot to him. Besides giving out shady loans, his greatest interest was women.
Yet compared to Liu Shiyuan, those models and housewives he'd kept simply didn't compare. Even if he didn't get money this time, getting Liu Shiyuan to submit would make the trip worthwhile.
Chang Juanmao, pretending to be powerful, approached Grandpa Liu and the others, glanced at Liu Shiyuan, and sneered, "Listen here, our brothers searched your rundown house for ages, but found nothing valuable. Even if we wreck this dumpyard, it'd be for nothing! However, our boss said he can give you a chance; if you agree, he won't hold you accountable for that sixty thousand!"
Liu Shiyuan instinctively sensed something and backed away to Jiang Feng's side. That "boss" had been watching her from the Mercedes, making her uncomfortable — could it be…?
"What kind of chance?" Wang Xiumei asked through clenched teeth.
"It's simple, just her!" Chang Juanmao smiled and pointed at Liu Shiyuan. "Our boss fancies this pretty young thing. As long as she's willing to follow him as a little goldfinch, we'll wipe Liu Yunbiao's debt clean. So, do you agree or not?"
Wang Xiumei, upon hearing this, furiously exclaimed, "In your dreams! You tell him to stop daydreaming. I will never forego my daughter to clear debt!"
Grandpa Liu and Grandma Liu were also trembling with anger. These thugs had actually laid their evil eyes on their precious granddaughter!
Were it not for the fact that the elderly couple was frail and old, they would have fought these brute beasts wearing human skin to the death!
"Screw you! You ungrateful hag, our boss taking a liking to your daughter is her damn luck! A girl as pretty as her will end up being played by men sooner or later. Better to be with our boss. He's loaded; she won't be at a loss!" Chang Juanmao sneered viciously.
"Get lost! Keep dreaming!" Wang Xiumei's face turned dark blue as she pointed her finger at Chang Juanmao's nose, cursing!
"Haha, you vile woman! Seems you'd rather drink the penalty wine. But honestly, you're not bad yourself — quite charming for your age, just my taste. If you'd sleep with me for a couple of nights, I might plead to my boss on your behalf..."
Before the vile words could finish, a crisp "slap" echoed; his cheek got a hard slap from Wang Xiumei. She was, after all, a grown woman; how could she endure such humiliation in front of her 'future son-in-law' and the villagers?
Stunned by the slap, Chang Juanmao covered his cheek in disbelief, then glared viciously at Wang Xiumei, "You bitch! You dare hit me? Believe me, I'll strip you right now!"
Liu Shiyuan was already trembling with anger, her breath heaving, seeing her mother humiliated. Just as she was about to step forward and rebuke, Jiang Feng grabbed her hand and gently pulled her behind him.
Jiang Feng then glanced towards the main room, confirming that the thugs had smashed enough. He asked Chang Juanmao, "Ask your men if they're done smashing things inside?"
"F**k? Since when does any damn thing have the right to speak to me? Whose zipper was left open that let you crawl out?" Chang Juanmao, still trying to compel Wang Xiumei and her daughter to submit, snapped upon seeing Jiang Feng.
"No need for a tantrum; just call your men and check if they've finished. If they're done, I'll talk; if not, let them continue smashing!" Jiang Feng replied calmly, smiling.
"Who the hell are you? Done or not, what'd it got to do with you?" Chang Juanmao cursed!
"Here's the thing, the stuff in the old couple's house are antiques, quite valuable. If you've smashed them, it won't be for free, especially that wardrobe just now, it's a relic from the Tang Dynasty."
Jiang Feng said calmly, "Once they're done smashing, let's talk compensation. Those old houses now stepped over by your dirty feet can't house people anymore. Talk to your boss and compensate a million to settle peacefully, plus rebuild the old couple's small courtyard into a two-story villa — I'll let this go as if it never happened."
Everyone was stunned by what Jiang Feng just said!
A million???
Compensation?!
Plus a two-story villa?
Is he crazy?
Only Liu Shiyuan understood Jiang Feng's temperament, realizing why he had stood by passively until now...
Chang Juanmao rubbed his ears, wondering if he'd misheard: "Bastard, what did you just say? Did I mishear?"
Jiang Feng calmly replied, "You heard right. That's exactly what I said."
"Damn you! You're courting death! Compensation? I'll compensate your ancestors!" Chang Juanmao cursed, swinging a punch at Jiang Feng!
Jiang Feng lightly raised his hand, catching Chang Juanmao's punch, then with a sharp "crack," he crushed the bones in Chang Juanmao's hand, drawing out a piercing scream from his mouth!
"Told you to calm down. I was patiently reasoning with you, yet you couldn't hold it in. So, I'll deliver the message another way." Jiang Feng grabbed Chang Juanmao's ruined fist, pulling him close, and punched him violently in the stomach!
On the spot, Chang Juanmao was sent flying backwards, slamming into the door panel, collapsing it as he landed. Blood foamed from his mouth, and his head tilted, passing out cold!