The Rogue Villager Chen Erbao

Blood trickled from the corner of Fang Han's mouth, but this time, he didn't cry out. He just gritted his teeth and endured it.

'I'm going to lose my mind!'

Fang Ming and Zhou Yuan finally arrived.

"Stop... Mr. Chen, what is the meaning of this?"

Zhou Yuan was the first to rush into the living room. Upon seeing Chen Erbao, his tone shifted, now tinged with anger.

'Even if Fang Han provoked you, does that give you the right to just storm into our house and beat him up?!'

'Medicine King Hall might be powerful, but they can't humiliate us like this!'

Fang Ming followed him in. Seeing his son beaten to such a state, his heart ached, but he managed to speak calmly.

"Sir, I am the Patriarch of the Fang Family and Fang Han's father. Whatever the issue is, please, stop. We can discuss this!"

Chen Erbao had met Zhou Yuan before. He sized up Fang Ming and gave a slight smile. "Good. At least someone here is reasonable, unlike that stupid woman... Since you want to talk, I'll have a good long chat with you."

Chen Erbao took his foot off Fang Han, unafraid he would run. He nonchalantly pulled Lin Zhiqing over to a sofa and sat down, then pointed at Fang Han with a smirk. "Your precious son is quite something. He's provoked me time and time again, and today he even hired desperate criminals with a gun to assassinate me. Your Fang Family is really impressive, huh? Showing no respect for Medicine King Hall whatsoever!"

He paused, gesturing to Lin Zhiqing beside him. "This is the little princess of Medicine King Hall, Lin Zhiqing. If anything had happened to her today, your Fang Family and Zhou Family would both have to disappear!"

Hearing this, Zhou Yuan's brow furrowed. "Surely you're joking, Mr. Chen... Where would my nephew get the connections to hire desperate criminals to assassinate you? And with a gun... Guns are controlled items. Forget my nephew, even for my Zhou Family, getting one isn't easy..."

Zhou Yuan was speaking the truth. Even his younger brother, Zhou Er, had paid a hefty price to get a single gun, and Chen Erbao had ended up taking it from him!

He absolutely refused to believe his nephew was capable of such a thing.

Beside him, Fang Ming's heart sank when he heard Chen Erbao's words.

He remembered the phone call he'd received from his eldest son, Fang Hao, at noon.

"My younger brother used our family's private jet to pick up some friends with shady backgrounds..."

He had thought Fang Han was just feeling down and had invited some friends over to let off steam...

'Could it be that Han... he really...'

Fang Ming's gaze fell on Fang Han, his expression wavering with uncertainty.

Chen Erbao heard Zhou Yuan and sneered. "I have no reason to lie to you. You're not worthy of it... As for whether it's true or not, why don't we just ask our dear Young Master Fang here?"

He bent down and patted Fang Han's swollen cheek, a smile on his face. "Young Master Fang, tell us, were those three men who came to kill me this afternoon sent by you?"

Right now, Fang Han wished he could just die!

In front of his elders and the servants, he had not only been stomped on and humiliated, but also had his face slapped. How could he ever show his face again!

Seeing Fang Han remain silent, Chen Erbao couldn't be bothered to waste any more time. He pulled a black pistol from his coat and pressed it to Fang Han's forehead.

"Care to guess where I got this gun?"

With the cold muzzle against his head, Fang Han felt a mixture of terror and desire.

He was on the verge of going insane!

'Kill me! If you have the balls, then fucking kill me!'

He roared in his mind but didn't dare to say it aloud.

When they saw Chen Erbao pull out a gun, Fang Ming and Zhou Yuan completely panicked. "Mr. Chen, calm down..."

Fang Ming, exasperated with his son, roared at Fang Han, "You disgraceful whelp... Did you or did you not do this?! Speak up!"

Zhou Yuan also frowned deeply and tried to coax him. "Han, tell your uncle, did you do it or not? If you didn't, no one can falsely accuse you!"

But Fang Han remained silent, merely staring daggers at Chen Erbao.

Chen Erbao chuckled. "He's not talking, so the truth is already out. Gentlemen, do you have any more questions?"

Seeing Fang Han's silence, both Fang Ming's and Zhou Yuan's hearts sank completely.

Silence, in itself, was an answer.

"You bastard!"

Fang Ming had always cultivated a calm and composed demeanor and had a good temper, but at this moment, he couldn't stop his face from turning pale with rage as he cursed.

Zhou Yuan also lowered his head, his eyes narrowed as if deep in thought.

"Discipline your son on your own time, after I've left. But today, I came for an explanation. If you can't give me one, I'll take his life!"

Chen Erbao had no time to waste arguing with them. He pointed the gun directly at Fang Han's head, his tone turning icy.

Fang Ming's expression froze. His usually ramrod-straight back seemed to slump, and his voice carried a pleading tone. "Mr. Chen, just tell us. What compensation do you want?"

At this point, all he could do was pay to make the problem go away.

In the past, when Fang Han did something outrageous, he could always use his connections to smooth things over. But now, he had kicked an iron plate. What else could he do?

In that moment, the powerful Chairman Fang, a commanding figure in the Northeast business world, vanished. In his place was only a humble father.

Chen Erbao glanced at him. "Although I wasn't harmed, I'll definitely still need compensation. And a fee for the scare, for my lost time, for mental distress..."

Hearing Chen Erbao list off a slew of fees, Zhou Yuan's face twitched.

'You fucking smashed the Fang Family's gate to pieces, you're as lively as ever, and you look like you could take on a hundred men by yourself. And now you're talking to me about a 'fee for the scare'?'

Although he was furious, he didn't say anything.

'Who's to blame but Fang Han for being in the wrong!'

Hearing this, Fang Ming didn't hesitate and asked directly, "Mr. Chen, name your price. I will do my best to meet it!"

"Three billion. That's not too much, is it?"

Chen Erbao said lightly.

"How much???"

Zhou Yuan jumped in shock, asking in disbelief.

Fang Ming was also stunned. After a long moment, he finally recovered. "Mr. Chen, three billion is a bit too..."

"Can't do it? Then we'll just have to gamble with his life."

Chen Erbao gestured toward Fang Han.

Zhou Yuan's face was flushed with obvious anger. "Mr. Chen, don't go too far! Even if our Han was in the wrong first, facts aside, don't you bear any responsibility at all?!"

"If you're going to ignore the facts, then what fucking responsibility is there to talk about!"

Chen Erbao was so amused he laughed, pointing the gun at Fang Han's head. "Three billion. One cent less, and I'll blow his brains out!"

"You can try me. See if anything happens to me after I shoot him!"

His arrogant voice, like a clap of thunder, stunned everyone in the room.

Having been viciously berated, Zhou Yuan was utterly humiliated. His face was ashen, and his eyes brimmed with thick killing intent.

'An Ancient Martial Artist?'

'It's not like I haven't killed one before!'

'If he pushes me too far...'

Fang Ming's back hunched over, and he seemed to age ten years in an instant. His expression was desolate. "Fine! Three billion. I'll pay it!"

"Fang Ming!"

Zhou Yuan turned his head in disbelief to look at his brother-in-law.

That was three billion! If they really had to pay it, the Fang Family would probably have to sell off more than half of its assets just to scrape it together!

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