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"How can you say it doesn't matter?"
Huang Mao said seriously, "When Chen Zixiao borrowed money, he said you were his guarantor and left your address and phone number. Now he is missing, so we can only look for you as the guarantor."
Zhong Yin was startled at first, then said with a cold face: "I am not a guarantor, and Chen Zixiao has nothing to do with me. Go find whoever owes you money, don't find me."
"Don't be so heartless. It's such a big repair shop. What's wrong with helping your boyfriend pay back some money? Don't make things difficult for us. If you insist on defaulting on the debt... then we can only go to your house to take a look."
There was a threatening look on Huangmao's face.
Zhong Yin stood up suddenly, picked up the phone beside him, and said coldly: "Leave quickly, or I will call the police!"
Han Zhou's expression suddenly became strange, and he inexplicably felt that this scene looked familiar.
He looked at the short man who had been silent not far away. The latter also happened to look over here, with an unnatural expression on his face. It was obvious that he also felt that this scene was familiar.
Damn it, isn’t this the same plot as when we went looking for this guy to collect the debt?
Facing the warning to call the police, Huang Mao showed no fear and said shamelessly: "Then you can call the police. I am just here to pick up the car. It is not against the law. Besides, the police are very busy and can't always watch over you. But we are quite free and can come to take care of your business every day."
Han Zhou's expression became even more strange. Why did this sentence sound so familiar? Was it the classic rhetoric of the gangsters?
The short man turned his head away, no longer willing to look at him.
Zhong Yin entered the number on his phone and warned again: "If you don't leave, I will really call the police!"
"Report it, I'm not stopping you, but don't think about denying your debt."
The yellow-haired man looked at Zhong Yin for a while, and when she wasn't paying attention, he suddenly reached out and took the two hearing aids from her ears, and said with a smile: "Before you pay back the money, use this as collateral."
Zhong Yin's face changed drastically. Suddenly losing his voice was an extremely terrifying thing for him. He subconsciously wanted to snatch the hearing aid back, but someone was faster than her. It was Han Zhou who came over at some point and grabbed the yellow-haired man's wrist.
Zhong Yin was slightly startled, while Huang Mao frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
He had noticed the man in sunglasses before, but didn't pay much attention to it.
I am a Kamen Rider passing by...
Han Zhou wanted to answer like this, but he just said coldly: "You know what you have in your hand, give it back to her."
He had been planning to wait and see for a while. After all, this kind of gangster was like a dog-skin plaster. It would be very troublesome to get involved with them rashly. But who knew that this guy was so disgusting that he even wanted to steal hearing aids. He couldn't stand it anymore.
"This has nothing to do with you, right?"
The yellow-haired man sneered, and the people behind him got off their motorcycles, slowly approached, and soon surrounded the two men.
"Let go." He said coldly.
Han Zhou remained indifferent.
"I told you to let go!"
Han Zhou still didn't respond.
"I'll count to three. One...two...three!"
Seeing that Han Zhou still didn't let go after counting to three, the yellow-haired man felt a little embarrassed and reached out to push him.
The next moment, something unexpected happened. Han Zhou, who had been so tough before, fell to the ground like a weak shrimp, with a painful expression on his face, and it seemed that he had fallen quite hard.
Huang Mao was dumbfounded. Is this guy so weak? I didn't use much strength. No, you are just a hero saving a beautiful girl!
Zhong Yin was also stunned. This guy seemed to be weaker than she thought...
She hesitated for a while, but still went forward to help Han Zhou up, trying to pull him to the back, but failed.
The short man not far away was also a little surprised.
It’s not that he was surprised by Han Zhou’s weakness. After all, this kid was a terminally ill patient. What surprised him was that this little yellow-haired boy could actually do something to a terminally ill patient. Regardless of whether he felt guilty or not, wasn’t he afraid of taking responsibility?
Everyone had their own thoughts, only Han Zhou was satisfied. Of course, he fell down on purpose in order to create the fact that the other party had attacked first, so that he could take the initiative no matter what he did next.
This was taught to him by Guzheng, who learned it from Miao Yaner. As for where Miao Yaner learned it from, it is unknown...
Although he was reluctant to have anything to do with these thugs, seeing that unexpected events that could improve the relationship were happening, he felt it necessary to seize this opportunity.
The fact that Zhong Yin, this woman, helped him up showed that she was willing to appreciate it.
To be fair, if it were someone else, Han Zhou might still want to help, but he might not be willing to face so many people. In this way, what Zhong Yin said before actually made sense.
Han Zhou was feeling emotional and was about to speak, but before he could say anything, the short man suddenly rushed over with a ferocious look on his face.
"You little bastards, what are you doing!"
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 56 Wait for me
"You little bastards, what are you doing!"
The short man rushed over aggressively, and his ferocious appearance scared everyone. Even Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, wondering if this guy was taking the opportunity to scold him.
But he was overthinking it. The short man rushed straight towards the yellow-haired man with a fierce look in his eyes and a very ruffian-like attitude. Although he was not tall and could only stare at the other person's nostrils, his momentum completely crushed the other person.
Huang Mao was a little confused, and couldn't figure out the short and strong man's intentions for a moment, but he didn't dare to be careless, and asked hesitantly: "Who are you?"
This group of people has only recently started helping people collect debts. They are the typical type of people who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and only pick on the weak. They don't dare to touch those deadbeats who value money over their lives, and only dare to ask for money from people like Zhong Yin who are easy to bully. After all, this not only has little risk, but also allows them to show off their power when they go to the debtor's house to collect.
Huangmao had investigated Zhong Yin and knew that this woman had no relatives except a younger sister who was in college. She inherited the repair shop from her father. It didn't have much business on weekdays and she didn't hire any employees, so she was usually alone there.
Helpless and alone, this is a textbook example of a weakling.
In order to ensure that the news was accurate, Huangmao and his companions took the opportunity of repairing a motorcycle yesterday to conduct a "field investigation" before deciding to take action today. However, they encountered obstacles so quickly, with two men jumping out one after another to stop them.
The guy just now looked like a student, weak and frail, wearing worthless clothes, and had nothing to offer except his face. At most, he was a pretty boy who was not to be feared, so Huangmao didn't care about him. However, he didn't dare to neglect this short and strong man with a strong social atmosphere.
He has always prided himself on being a steady person, and the most important thing when doing things is stability. The reason why he has been away from home for so long without any accidents is that he knows how to judge the situation and observe people's words and expressions, and he avoids making big things if possible. Otherwise, he would not have hesitated for so long even before pushing that pretty boy.
Facing the yellow-haired man's scrutinizing gaze, the short man sneered and pointed at the truck in front of the motorcycle and said, "Don't worry about who I am for now. Just get this point clear: this is my fucking car!"
What's wrong with your car? Is it cool to drive a truck? My two motorcycles are different, they have four wheels!
Huangmao cursed in his heart, then he came to his senses and asked tentatively: "Are you a customer who comes to repair the car?"
"What else?" The short man frowned.
The look of looking at him like a fool made Huangmao furious. He suppressed his anger and said, "Why don't you just fix your car? Why are you scolding us? Who are you calling a little bastard?"
The short man laughed angrily: "Fuck, you guys surrounded the girl here, how can she fix the car? You fix it for me?"
He spat and continued, "It's fine if you're a bunch of grown men who don't feel ashamed, but you have the nerve to learn how to ride a motorcycle with your shitty skills, and you splashed water all over my bike. You're such fucking idiots..."
The amount of maternal content in these few short sentences was so alarming that the yellow-haired man's face turned pale and blue.
Seeing that the short man was still outputting endless babbles, his face became more and more ugly, and he said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about, why did I splash water on your car?"
"It's fucking new, and he's still blind."
The short man sneered and pointed at a spot in the truck compartment and said, "Is this fucking water? Did you fucking do this? Did you fucking disfigure my car?"
Huang Mao and the others were in doubt, and quickly looked at the position he pointed at, and were suddenly at a loss. After looking for a long time, they didn't see any place with water. Besides, in such a hot day, even if there was water, it would have been evaporated long ago. ah.
You are fucking kidding me!
Not only them, even Han Zhou couldn't tell where the water was where the short man pointed. He thought that this guy was indeed a gangster. He was very good at lying with open eyes and had a strong sense of belief.
The short man said coldly: "Did you see it clearly?"
Look at your mother! Huang Mao couldn't help it: "Fuck, where is the water on it?"
The short man grabbed his collar and pulled him to the front of the car. He said coldly, "Damn, can't you see such a big black spot? Is this the muddy water you threw up when you parked the car just now?"
Looking closely, there was indeed a tiny spot of mud on the carriage.
The yellow-haired man was dumbfounded. He would not have noticed the black spot unless he got closer. He quickly broke free from the other person's hand that was holding his collar and said angrily, "What does this have to do with me?"
This guy is clearly making trouble!
The short man sneered, "It doesn't matter? What does the money owed by others have to do with the guarantor who just wrote it casually? What's more, this girl doesn't know anything about this matter."
Huang Mao knew that this guy was looking for trouble to help Zhong Yin, so his face immediately turned cold and he said sternly: "It is only natural to pay back your debts, you'd better not meddle in other people's business!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone behind him cooperated and took a few steps forward, either moving their necks or wrists, looking like they were ready to take action at any time.
The short man took a few steps back without saying a word, but did not leave. Instead, he opened the door and took out a steel rod from the passenger seat of the truck. He walked back while waving it casually, then put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He did not say anything and just stood there expressionlessly.
Huangmao and others looked at each other, thinking that this guy even carried a steel rod with him. The hardest thing on us might be the helmet. Do we have to fight him with the helmet?
They are a group of people who only bully the weak and fear the strong. Most of the people they met before were just scared, but they have never met anyone as arrogant as this.
The weather was too hot, and the short guy didn't want to just stand there with these idiots, so he said, holding a cigarette in his mouth, "Who are you helping to collect debts for? How about telling me? I've never heard of anyone writing a random name as a guarantor when borrowing money. I'll borrow a million or eight hundred thousand one day, and I'll write your names as the guarantors. Then I'll go to you in person to collect the debts, so don't default on your debts."
The tone didn't sound like a joke, and Huangmao looked unhappy: "What on earth do you do?"
"none of your business."
The short man looked impatient. He still had work to do, and he had to leave after repairing the car.
Huangmao took a deep breath. After a second of deliberation, he felt that it was necessary to find out the bottom of this guy before making any plans. Now he should retreat temporarily.
This is not being cowardly, but being steady.
So, in front of Han Zhou and the others' stunned gazes, he suddenly got on his bike, sneered and said, "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do, but today's business is not over yet, you guys wait for me."
After saying that, he was about to take his people away. However, at this moment, Han Zhou suddenly rushed over, easily pried open his fingers, and snatched the hearing aid from his hand.
The yellow-haired man resisted with all his might, but still felt like his fingers were about to break. Just as he was about to curse out loud, he saw the short and strong man walking towards him with a steel rod in his hand and sneering at him. So he decided not to say anything harsh, and started the motorcycle and left with everyone else.
The roar of the car soon disappeared.
Aren't these a group of spirited young men?
Looking at their backs, Han Zhou shook his head secretly and returned the hearing aid to Zhong Yin.
The latter first repeatedly wiped the sweat off the hearing aid with a towel and paper, then carefully put it back on and said "thank you".
Although she has a bad temper and doesn't believe in other people's kindness, this woman doesn't seem to be stingy with her gratitude for the help of others. What a contradictory person.
Zhong Yin also expressed his gratitude to the short man. After hesitating for a while, he still felt that Han Zhou was easier to talk to, so he asked, "What did you just say?"
Han Zhou was stunned, and then he suddenly remembered that this woman was hearing-impaired.
During the time when she lost her hearing aids, although she could roughly understand the situation at the scene with her eyes, her world was silent and she could not read lips, so it was like watching a pantomime.
(End of this chapter)