Chapter 65: The Village Tyrant Comes to Collect a Debt

BOOM!

The moment Yang Xun rushed into the courtyard, the scene before him sent blood rushing to his head. His fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

A menacing group of seven or eight thugs stood in the yard. With sneers on their faces and thuggish glares, they had Mi Ting and Yang Cai pinned in a corner.

Yang Cai was so scared she was curled up in the corner, her face pale as a sheet, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Mi Ting was in an even worse situation. Two of the hooligans had grabbed her by the arms, one on each side. She struggled, but couldn’t break free.

Suddenly, one of the thugs grabbed Mi Ting’s collar and started pulling it down. "Hey, beauty," he said with a lecherous grin, "stop struggling. Come with us, and we’ll make sure you live a life of luxury..."

"Get off me! Let me go!"

Mi Ting fought desperately, her eyes red and her voice on the verge of tears.

"You’re courting death!"

Yang Xun’s eyes were bloodshot. He shot forward like a raging tiger.

His True Qi surged wildly within him. He grabbed the thug’s wrist and gave it a sharp twist.

"CRACK!"

"AHHHHHHH!"

The short thug let out a pig-like squeal. His entire arm was twisted behind his back, and the searing pain forced him to his knees.

Seeing this, the other thug hastily let go of Mi Ting and swung a fist at Yang Xun’s head.

Without even looking back, Yang Xun caught the man’s fist with a reverse grip of his left hand, then drove his right knee forward.

"OOF!"

The knee struck him squarely in the stomach. The thug’s eyes bulged, his mouth formed an "O," and he crumpled to the ground like a cooked shrimp, unable to even cry out in pain.

In less than three seconds, Yang Xun had taken down both hooligans.

Yang Xun shielded Mi Ting and Yang Cai behind him, his icy gaze sweeping over the remaining thugs.

"Brother!"

Yang Cai threw herself at Yang Xun, clinging to his arm, her small face streaked with terrified tears.

"Don’t be afraid. I’m here."

Yang Xun gently patted Yang Cai’s head, but his eyes were locked on the leader of the group.

He recognized him instantly.

Xie Haitao!

The local tyrant of Xiaoxie Village, the only son of the village chief, Xie Guoqiang.

The man was no taller than five-foot-five, yet he weighed at least two hundred and forty pounds. He looked like an over-proofed ball of dough.

On his fat, round face, his features looked as if they had been carelessly pinched into a lump of flesh. His beady, mung-bean-sized eyes were nearly squeezed shut by fat, making him utterly hideous.

And yet, standing beside this grotesque figure was a woman who was a solid eight out of ten.

The woman wore a tight black dress that accentuated her voluptuous, curvaceous figure. Her features were delicate and alluring. At five-foot-eight, she was a good half-head taller than Xie Haitao. Standing together, they didn’t look like a couple, but more like two different species.

Truly a beautiful flower stuck in a pile of cow dung!

Yang Xun recognized this woman. Her name was Huang Qi, Xie Haitao’s wife. She ran a massage parlor in Xiaoxie Village and was notoriously arrogant.

Despite her foul temper, she was stunningly beautiful. Every time she walked down the street, she drew the eyes of countless men.

’Back when Huang Qi had first married into the village, I’d secretly fantasized about her while jerking off at night. A beauty like that would feel incredible to fuck!’

But Huang Qi was the Xie Family’s daughter-in-law. No one dared to have any ideas about her.

"What do you think you’re doing?"

Yang Xun’s eyes blazed with fury, and his voice was ice-cold. "Get the hell out of here, now. Or don’t blame me for what happens next!"

However, Xie Haitao paid Yang Xun no mind at all.

He rolled his beady little eyes, and a corner of his greasy mouth twitched in a sneer. "Well, if it isn’t Yang Xun. The worthless matrilocal husband of the Xu Family. Who do you think you’re trying to fool, acting all tough in front of me?"

As he spoke, he pulled a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket, slowly unfolded it, and held it up for Yang Xun to see.

It was clearly an IOU!

It was all there in black and white: Mi Ting’s name was clearly written on it, along with a bright red thumbprint right over her name.

"Mi Ting owes me fifty thousand yuan!"

Xie Haitao waved the IOU, his fat face plastered with a smug grin. "A debt must be paid—it’s the law of the land! Either you pay up today, or... she comes to work at my massage parlor!"

"Fifty thousand??"

Yang Xun’s brow furrowed, and he turned to look at Mi Ting.

Mi Ting was stunned when she heard the number. Her gaze filled with fury as she looked at Xie Haitao. "I... I only borrowed eight thousand yuan! It was three months ago when my mom was hospitalized, and I desperately needed the money! Their interest rates are outrageous. With the compounding interest, it ballooned to fifty thousand in just three months! I had no idea there was a clause like that in the contract!"

’Loan sharks!’

Yang Xun understood everything in an instant. ’It’s a deliberate trap!’

Mi Ting had been desperate to save her mother at the time; how could she have had the presence of mind to read the contract carefully?

On top of that, Xie Haitao and his cronies were more cunning than a fox. They’d deliberately hidden the key clauses in some obscure corner of the document, waiting to slowly reel in their prey after she’d signed her name and left her thumbprint.

To put it bluntly, Mi Ting had been scammed!

Moreover, Yang Xun knew exactly what kind of business Xie Haitao’s so-called "massage parlor" in Xiaoxie Village really was.

It was a massage parlor in name only. In reality, the female "technicians" inside all provided "special services."

Everyone in Xiaoxie Village knew it, but with his father as the village chief, no one dared to say a word.

’These bastards! They were clearly after Mi Ting’s looks from the start. They set this whole thing up to force her into the massage parlor to be their cash cow!’

’With Mi Ting’s face and figure, once she was in a place like that, wouldn’t the rich clients go crazy fighting over her?’

"Xie Haitao, cut the fucking bullshit and stop pretending to be so righteous!"

Yang Xun’s fists clenched even tighter. His eyes wide with rage, he snarled, "Eight thousand turning into fifty thousand in three months? The annualized interest rate is through the roof! No court would ever uphold a contract like this. You want to see me call the cops right now?"

"Call the cops?"

Far from being afraid, Xie Haitao burst out laughing. "Go ahead! On this little patch of land called Xiaoxie Village, don’t you have any clue who’s in charge?"

"What are you blabbering about? Just pay the money!"

At that moment, Huang Qi couldn’t help but speak up. She shot Mi Ting a look of disgust and continued, "If you don’t have the money, then come work at my massage parlor! It’s written in black and white. A debt must be paid. Stop playing the victim here!"

The woman’s voice was gentle, yet it carried a unique magnetic quality of a mature woman. Her tone was unhurried, laced with a condescending arrogance.

BOOM!!!

The instant he heard that voice, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over Yang Xun’s head. He froze on the spot.

’That voice...’

He snapped his head up, his pupils contracting violently as he stared intently at the woman standing beside Xie Haitao.

’Holy shit!!!’

’That voice was identical to the voice of the "Lonely Woman of the Night," the top benefactor Xu Qian had been talking to on the phone tonight!’