"Feng!" Chen Yuanyuan fell into Chu Feng's arms and began to sob. Chen Fengxing lowered his head guiltily. He had failed to protect his daughter again.
"Who… Who the f*ck are you? You'd better mind your own business!" Zhang Hu glared at Chu Feng angrily.
He had been trying to claim Chen Yuanyuan as her own. Seeing the young woman in Chu Feng's arms made him furious.
Chu Feng said, "How much do they owe you? I'll pay."
Chen Yuanyuan tried to say something, but Chu Feng stopped her.
"Oh, do you want to play the hero? Fine, you can be the hero!" Zhang Hu grinned menacingly.
He stretched out five fingers and said, "Fifty thousand dollars!"
"What?" Zhen Fengxing said angrily. "Wasn't it supposed to be five thousand dollars? You're a horrible person to take advantage of the situation!"
Chen Yuanyuan said anxiously, "You can't pay him, Feng! He's scamming you!"
"What? I need to collect interest on the debt, and my two friends are injured! All that costs money!"
The two hooligans on the floor began to writhe and wail in agony.
"It's not like I'm asking for a million dollars, right? All I ask is fifty thousand dollars, and all your troubles will be gone. Pay up, or I'll beat you up as well!" Zhang Hu said brazenly.
Chen Yuanyuan gritted her teeth and stamped her foot.
Chu Feng nodded. "Sure. I'll pay."
"Sounds like you know what's good for you. Now if you'll give me the money…" Zhang Hu extended his hand.
Chu Feng grabbed Zhang Hu's wrist and twisted it. What followed was a loud crack and an even louder scream.
"Augghh!"
"That's ten thousand."
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