The hand pulled hard, almost causing him to stumble.

Yan Jiecheng was immediately furious. He turned his head and was about to curse, but when he saw clearly that the person coming was Zhong Yuemin, he swallowed back the curse words in an instant, his face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes were filled with tears.

It's panic.

He never expected that Zhong Yuemin would appear at this time, and seeing Zhong Yuemin's gloomy face and angry eyes, Yan Jiecheng's heart skipped a beat, knowing that something was wrong. His legs began to tremble slightly, and the previous arrogance disappeared.

Without a trace, like a mouse caught by a cat, full of fear.

Yan Jiecheng stammered: "Yue... Yuemin, you... why are you here?" He tried to squeeze out a smile, but the smile was uglier than crying. His eyes kept dodging, and he did not dare to look at Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin's eyes were red, like two burning flames. He held Yan Jiecheng's collar tightly and asked in a low and angry voice: "Yan Jiecheng, what about the things I asked you to do? Why didn't you finish it?

?Do you know how much I suffered because of this?"

Yan Jiecheng was frightened by Zhong Yuemin's momentum. His lips trembled and he answered hesitantly: "Yuemin, I... I'm already taking action. You... you have to give me some time." His eyes looked at him.

He was dissatisfied, not daring to look directly at Zhong Yuemin's sharp eyes, feeling as panicked as an ant on a hot pot.

When Zhong Yuemin heard this, he became even more furious. He suddenly pulled Yan Jiecheng forward, pushed him back hard, and shouted angrily: "Action? Are you fooling me? It's been so long, and there's been no movement at all.

, do you think I’m a fool?”

Yan Jiecheng still wanted to quibble, so he blushed and said: "Yuemin, I really didn't fool you, I..." Before he could finish speaking, Zhong Yuemin couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his hand and said, "Pah! Pah!" Two times.

There was a crisp sound and he gave Yan Jiecheng two hard slaps in the face.

Yan Jiecheng was immediately irritated by these two slaps. He covered his hot and swollen cheeks, his eyes full of hatred, and shouted at the few gangsters next to him who usually hung out together: "Brothers, come on!

! Help me teach this Zhong Yuemin a lesson, he dares to hit me here, he is so arrogant!"

When the gangsters heard this, they immediately became energetic. They usually followed Yan Jiecheng to fool around in the park. Now that they saw their "boss" being beaten, they could not sit still. They all rolled up their sleeves and geared up.

They surrounded Zhong Yuemin, shouting: "If you dare to hit our boss, see if we don't take care of you today!"

At this tense moment, Zhong Yuemin remained calm. His eyes were cold and arrogant, and he said loudly: "Huh, you little brats, do you know who I am? I'm a big man.

Brother Yard, if you dare to touch me, you will be left without food!"

As soon as these words came out, the few gangsters who had gathered around them were stunned. Although they usually ran rampant in this park, they had heard about the big courtyard boys and knew that there were often extraordinary people behind them.

His background and power are not something they can easily offend.

The few gangsters looked at each other in confusion. The momentum that had been high just now suddenly dropped, and their steps stopped unconsciously. Their faces were full of hesitation and fear.

One of the gangsters came close to Yan Jiecheng's ear and whispered: "Boss, this... this big boy in the courtyard is not easy to mess with. Do we... do we really want to fight him?"

Yan Jiecheng was a little frightened at this moment, but he was not willing to be frightened by Zhong Yuemin. He gritted his teeth and said, "What are you afraid of? What can he do even if he is a brother from the big courtyard? There are many of us and we can go together, he can still

Is this a huge change?"

When those gangsters heard that they were from the big courtyard, their hearts beat loudly. They didn’t want to get themselves into big trouble because of Yan Jiecheng. After a brief hesitation, one of the gangsters took the lead and spoke: "We...are we with Yan Jiecheng?"

We are too familiar, we just play cards together occasionally, this matter has nothing to do with us."

Seeing this, the other gangsters also hurriedly echoed: "Yes, yes, we are not familiar with each other. We are not familiar with each other." As they said this, they ran away like frightened rabbits, fearing that Zhong Yuemin would miss him if they ran too slowly.

Yan Jiecheng watched helplessly as his "brothers" dispersed in a blink of an eye. He was so angry that his face turned red. He yelled at the backs of those gangsters: "You guys with no loyalty, you usually follow me to enjoy life, but now

Fortunately, they all ran away at the critical moment, what a bunch of white-eyed wolves!"

Zhong Yuemin looked at this scene and sneered: "Huh, Yan Jiecheng, look at all the friends you have made. Are these your so-called brothers? It's really ridiculous."

After saying that, he turned to look at Yan Jiecheng, his eyes full of contempt, "You are like this, and you still want to play tricks in front of me. Do you think I am so easy to fool?"

Yan Jiecheng was angry and scared at this time. He knew that he was in doom today, but he still said bravely: "Zhong Yuemin, don't go too far. Even if they leave, I won't be afraid of you." But his voice trembled slightly.

, but exposed the fear in his heart.

Zheng Tong watched from the sidelines as Zhong Yuemin and Yan Jiecheng argued with each other, and he was already impatient.

He frowned and said to Zhong Yuemin with disdain: "Yuemin, what are you talking about with him? This kind of person needs to be shown how powerful he is." As he said that, Zheng Tong bent down and picked up a stick as thick as an arm on the ground.

, walked quickly towards Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng was concentrating on dealing with Zhong Yuemin. When he saw Zheng Tong rushing towards him with a stick, he was startled. His pupils shrank suddenly and he subconsciously flashed to the side. With a "whoosh" sound, the stick came with him.

The wind blew past him, and if he was hit by this blow, it would be enough for him.

"Zheng Tong, you're crazy!" Yan Jiecheng was in shock and roared at Zheng Tong. When he saw Zheng Tong raising the stick again, he didn't care anymore and punched Zheng Tong with a fierce punch. Zheng Tong

Unexpectedly, Yan Jiecheng dared to fight back. He couldn't dodge and was hit on the shoulder by the punch, causing his body to stagger.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin roared angrily: "Yan Jiecheng, how dare you fight back!" He rushed forward and kicked Yan Jiecheng in the back.

Zhang Haiyang was not idle either. He rushed forward with Zhong Yuemin and punched and kicked Yan Jiecheng.

Under the joint attack of Zhong Yuemin, Zheng Tong and Zhang Haiyang, Yan Jiecheng was helpless. His face was bruised and purple, blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, his hair became messy, and his originally well-fitting clothes were now in tatters.

The ground hung on his body. Every time a fist or foot landed on his body, it brought excruciating pain. He felt as if his body was falling apart.

Yan Jiecheng tried to resist, but was quickly suppressed by a more violent attack.

He was beaten until he rolled on the ground, and he was kicked down several times when he tried to get up. Gradually, his strength seemed to be drained away, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

Finally, Yan Jiecheng couldn't bear it anymore and knelt on the ground with a plop. He hugged Zhong Yuemin's legs with trembling hands and begged for mercy with tears: "Yuemin, I was wrong, please stop fighting! I...

I really know I was wrong."

His voice was hoarse and crying, and his face was full of fear and pleading, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have fooled you. I shouldn't have forgotten your affairs. Just spare me this time."

Zhong Yuemin's eyes were red, he glared angrily at Yan Jiecheng who was kneeling on the ground, and asked loudly: "Yan Jiecheng, I trust you so much and asked you to do something for me, why don't you do it? Have you turned a deaf ear to my words?"

Yan Jiecheng's face was full of horror. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and replied tremblingly: "Yuemin, I... I originally planned to do it, but I was injured and had difficulty moving, so... so I found

I figured it out and asked him to help me carry out the task."

When Zhong Yuemin heard this, he frowned: "What a shame? You actually handed over such an important matter to a young boy? Are you out of your mind?"

Yan Jiecheng lowered his head and did not dare to say a word. After a while, he seemed to remember something and whispered: "Yuemin, there is one more thing... there is one more thing, I... I gave your antique to Banggan, so that

He used it as a bargaining chip to do things."

"What?" Zhong Yuemin's eyes widened and he was shocked, "You gave him my antique? Do you know that the antique is worth hundreds of dollars! You bastard!"

Yan Jiecheng was shocked when he heard the price. He opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. He never thought that that ordinary-looking antique was worth so much. He felt regretful in his heart.

If he had known it earlier, he would never have handed over the antiques anyway.

Zhong Yuemin was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at Yan Jiecheng's nose and cursed: "Yan Jiecheng, you have to pay for my antiques. If you can't get them back, I'm not done with you!"

Yan Jiecheng cried sadly and begged: "Yuemin, I... I don't know. I'm going to find Bangge now. I must get the antique back." As he said that, he struggled to get up from the ground, limping.

He turned around and prepared to look for Bangge, his heart filled with fear and uneasiness. He knew that if he couldn't find the antique, Zhong Yuemin would definitely not let him go.

Zhong Yuemin's hands tightened around Yan Jiecheng's arm like iron pliers. His eyes were filled with incomparable ferocity and determination. He gritted his teeth and said: "Yan Jiecheng, I'll say something ugly beforehand. If you can't find my antiques,

I won’t spare you lightly, even half of your life is considered lightly!”

Yan Jiecheng was so frightened by Zhong Yuemin's fierce appearance that his legs became weak and he almost collapsed to the ground again.

His face was as white as paper, big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he kept saying: "Yuemin, don't worry, I will definitely get the antique back, definitely, definitely! I'll do it right now

Go find Banggeng, even if you dig three feet into the ground, I will find it intact and hand it over to you."

Zhong Yuemin snorted coldly, let go of his hand, and looked at Yan Jiecheng coldly: "Humph, I hope you will do what you say. If you dare to play any tricks, just wait and see."

Yan Jiecheng crawled and hurried to the place where Banggeng often went. He was in a state of confusion and regretted all the way. He kept muttering in his heart: "It's all my fault, why did I mess up such an important thing?"

, and handed over such a valuable antique, what a good thing, if I can’t find it back, Zhong Yuemin really won’t let me go.”

Zhong Yuemin stood there, looking at Yan Jiecheng's retreating back, the anger in his eyes still not gone. He clenched his fists and secretly swore that if anything happened to the antique, he would make Yan Jiecheng pay a heavy price.

Yan Jiecheng hurried to the place where Banggeng often hung out, while feeling worried in his heart. He knew very well that the last time he went to find Banggeng, the boy refused to admit that he had taken the antique, and his attitude was extremely arrogant.

, making myself so angry.

Yan Jiecheng understood that if he went directly to Jia's house to find Bangge this time, the situation would definitely not be much better.

After all, the Jia Zhang family is well-known for protecting babies. As long as it involves Banggeng's affairs, she will definitely stand by Banggeng's side without hesitation and help him to deny it. Don't say that she wants to do it at that time.

If I go back to Antiques, I'm afraid I won't be able to hear even a single word of truth, and I'll have to be scolded by Mr. Jia Zhang, and maybe I'll make a fuss again.

So, Yan Jiecheng thought about it and felt that he could only wait until Bangge was alone before looking for him.

In this case, without Jia Zhang's support, Bangge might not be so arrogant and might be able to hand over the antiques honestly.

So, Yan Jiecheng decided to ambush outside the courtyard. He found a hidden corner and stared at the door of the courtyard, hoping to spot the right opportunity. When Banggeng came out alone, he immediately rushed to stop him.

Speak to him carefully and get back the antique worth hundreds of dollars.

Yan Jie Chengmao was there, feeling anxious. He was worried that Banggeng wouldn't come out today, and he was also afraid that if he did come out, he still wouldn't be able to handle the matter. But at this moment, he had no other choice but to hold on.

Scalp waited, just hoping that everything would go as he wished and that the antique could be recovered smoothly, so that Zhong Yuemin could calm down, otherwise he would really be in bad luck.

BangGeng was lying on a small bench in the yard, humming a little tune and swinging his legs, carefree, not even knowing that he had been targeted by Yan Jiecheng.

At this time, Qin Huairu walked out of the house, holding a soy sauce bottle in her hand, and shouted to Banggeng: "Banggeng, go get some soy sauce for mom. There is no soy sauce at home. We are waiting to use it for cooking."

"

When Banggeng heard this, he immediately became unhappy. He frowned and muttered: "Oh, Mom, I'm having fun. You can let your sister go. Why do you have to let me go?"

When Qin Huairu heard this, her face darkened. She walked up to Banggeng, glared and angrily shouted: "You kid, why are you so lazy? My sister is still young, can you let her make soy sauce? You don't

Are you unwilling to do some work at such an old age? Hurry up, don’t wait any longer, go make some soy sauce, or you won’t have anything to eat at night!”

Banggeng saw that Qin Huairu was really angry. Although he was still reluctant, he didn't dare to talk back anymore.

He slowly got up from the bench and muttered in a low voice: "Humph, you know how to order me around, it's really annoying."
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