Chapter 969: Prince of Rongcheng

Suddenly, his face turned stern, “You can make it up!”

The Manager laid several loan contracts in front of Ye Cheng, “Twenty million, and you plan to brush off our master with just two hundred thousand?”

“If you can’t pay up, then use your hands and feet as collateral.”

“No… please don’t cut me…”

Ye Cheng cried in fear, clutching Yaen Chi’s shoe, wailing like a ghost, “I will definitely pay back, rest assured, I won’t run.

Otherwise, I have a sister, my own sister, she’s very pretty, I’ll give her to you, let her accompany you, just as a part of the debt repayment.

As for the rest, even if I have to borrow from all my relatives—”

Before he could finish, Yaen Chi suddenly lifted his foot and kicked him in the face.

Ye Cheng’s whole body nearly flew away, sliding at least a meter on the ground, hearing the man’s icy voice like Cold Yama, “Leave him one hand.”

“Yes.”

At Yaen Chi’s command, the Manager had people restrain Ye Cheng.

This time, no matter how he screamed and begged for mercy, it was useless.

His left hand was chopped off.

Ye Cheng was in so much pain that he fainted, lying on the ground convulsing, feeling like all the blood in his body was about to run dry.

His face pressed against the ground was soon covered with blood that seeped over his eyes.

His whole body was cold, shivering uncontrollably, finally daring to look up with shaking nerves before losing consciousness.

Yaen Chi’s features sank into his eyes, and with just one look from the other, Ye Cheng was so frightened he passed out completely.

“Tsk.”

Yaen Chi clicked his tongue, “Get a doctor to treat him, then throw him out.”

The Manager asked, “What about the debt he owes?”

One hand is not enough to cover it.

Yaen Chi said, “Twenty million, consider it as buying some amusement.

Tell him when he wakes up that one of his hands covers ten million and the interest, for the rest, pursue it as you see fit, and once collected, split it with the brothers.”

The Manager’s eyes flickered and agreed.

Yaen Chi took a tissue to wipe his shoes, and the Manager crouched down to help, but Yaen Chi waved him off.

Not that it was cleaned very well, none of Ye Cheng’s blood splattered.

The sticky stuff was probably tears.

As they left, the bodyguards all looked down, not daring to watch; those lacking composure staggered after Yaen Chi walked past.

The presence was overwhelmingly strong.

Yaen Chi being called “Prince of Rongcheng” was not without reason.

His methods were too ruthless, not blinking an eye when taking someone’s hand, no wonder no one dared to provoke him.

After leaving the casino, Yaen Chi drove, wandering aimlessly.

It was just past eight in the morning, and he drove to the morning market as he meandered.

The conspicuous Rolls-Royce casually found a spot to park, the car key slipped into his pocket, and Yaen Chi habitually reached for a cigarette, only to find the pack empty.

He found a small convenience store to buy a pack.

As he came out, across diagonally was a breakfast shop.

He unwrapped the package, shook out a cigarette, and stood at the entrance of the breakfast shop, looking at the red-and-white menu posted on the wall.

He was dressed in casual linen clothes, yet still couldn’t hide his innate nobility.

The shop owner cautiously greeted him, asking what he would like to eat.

“A basket of soup dumplings, a bowl of pea mixed noodles, and a bowl of soy milk.”

“Sure, please wait a moment.

Do you prefer to sit inside or outside?”

The shop was only about ten square meters, with the kitchen inside, walls long stained black with grease and smoke.

A few tables were set inside, with just enough room left in the middle for two people to pass through.

There weren’t many people at the tables inside, but the ones outside were full, indicating that the shop had good business.

Yaen Chi said, “I’ll sit outside.”

“Then I’ll find you a seat.”