"Cough, cough, cough…"
Gao Liang was covered in cuts from the glass, feeling as if even his internal organs had been crushed by Su Qing's kick. His abdomen was in excruciating pain, and he kept coughing up blood.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden, violent kick, staring dumbfounded at the calm face that was barely visible in the dim light.
Kicking someone over ten meters and smashing a tempered glass table – was this even human?
A legendary martial arts expert?
Han Bing was also shocked, her red lips slightly parted, her jaw nearly dropping to the floor.
Looking at Su Qing's back, this was the second time she had felt a sense of security. The first time was also because of Su Qing, on the night the dorm building was haunted.
Twice, it was this same man.
"Buddy, what's your deal?"
Hei Ge sized up Su Qing, inexplicably feeling that this face was a bit familiar, yet he couldn't quite place it.
A month had passed since the Bronze Head incident, followed by the Lishu Stone Tablet and the Ancient Tomb Immortal Sword. In this fast-paced era, Su Qing had long been forgotten.
The hallmark of a fast-paced society is that every hot topic is quickly replaced by another.
Unless Su Qing could keep shocking the world.
"That injury on her neck, did you do it?" Su Qing lifted Han Bing's hair, revealing a red mark.
Han Bing, flustered, used her hair to cover it.
"It's me." Hei Ge nodded in acknowledgment, pointing at Gao Liang. "He owes me money, and said he'd use his sister's body to pay off the debt. This isn't my fault, is it?"
"Did she agree?" Su Qing asked.
Hei Ge was immediately speechless, then felt he was losing face, and became a little angry out of embarrassment. "Buddy, do you think I need to explain anything to you? Yes, you're good at fighting, but how many can you beat?"
More than a dozen hooligans tacitly blocked the doorway.
People who hang out in this world, hang out for face.
If you don't believe it, think carefully, why do these hooligans always like to say, "Give us some face," when they encounter something?
In fact, they don't have a damn thing.
"Alright, no need to explain." Su Qing smiled, then took Han Bing's hand and turned to walk out.
But someone blocked his path.
Seeing Su Qing admit defeat, Hei Ge, who had been feeling a bit shaky, immediately regained his courage: "Brother, you come to my place, act tough, and then just want to leave? That's pretty exciting, huh? Do you think this is a public toilet, you can come and go as you please?"
Han Bing was a little nervous, her grip on Su Qing's hand tightening. She blamed herself for implicating Su Qing.
"Name a price," Su Qing said, turning around.
Hei Ge laughed: "Smart, you get it. You broke my table. Ten thousand isn't too much, right?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, is this all the guts you've got? You don't even dare to ask for more? No wonder you can only be a hoodlum. Ten thousand is too little, not even enough to cover the damages. This card has eight hundred thousand in it, the password is the last six digits of the card number. If you don't believe me, you can have someone check it." Su Qing tossed over a card, then pushed past a hoodlum and left.
Hei Ge picked up the bank card and then handed it to a lackey to verify with a POS machine: "Damn, look, boss, there's really eight hundred thousand in it!"
All the lackeys were stunned, suddenly feeling that the guy earlier was crazy, actually asking to pay an extra seven hundred thousand. They had already been trying to rip him off by asking for ten thousand.
"Are you really saying eighty thousand?" Hei Ge's expression changed, not with joy, but with fear, his face turning pale.
He wasn't stupid; he realized he'd messed with the wrong person.
The next second, a group of tall, burly men in suits rushed in and started fighting without a word.
"Ah! Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"
"I was wrong, don't smash my shop!"
After only a dozen minutes, the bar's interior design had transformed into the Syrian war-damage style.
Hei Ge was dragged out like a dead dog by two burly men in black, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.
The park near the bar was very quiet, with only Su Qing and Han Bing eating popsicles.
Su Qing hadn't eaten this kind of thing in a long time; after all, it didn't suit his status.
He'd just experience life for a bit, then ୧(●´৺`●)૭
Not long after, Hei Ge, bruised and swollen, was thrown in front of Su Qing by two bodyguards like a dead dog.
"Oh, tsk tsk, isn't this my Hei Ge? How come you're such a mess after only a few minutes?"
Su Qing looked down at him, a smile playing on his lips.
"Big Brother, just call me Little Black." Wang Xiaohei revealed a flattering smile, very cautiously.
Su Qing squatted down, one hand resting on his knee, the other holding a popsicle, chewing as he spoke, "Two things. First, don't look for this woman again; second, continue to pursue the money Gao Liang owes you, don't write it off. As long as it doesn't involve her, you can use any means to collect the debt, understand?"
For Gao Liang, Gao Liang's mother, and Han Bing's idiotic father, Su Qing didn't want to waste his time. He'd just let Wang Xiaohei handle it.
Ready-made labor shouldn't go to waste.
He was truly grasping the essence of a capitalist now.
His artist days were over.
"Understood, I understand." Wang Xiaohei nodded repeatedly. He now understood Gao Liang very well. Damn it, your sister knows someone so awesome, yet you still dared to send her to me to settle your debt? Wasn't this trying to murder me?
He even suspected this was Gao Liang's scheme, wanting to use Su Qing to get rid of him so he wouldn't have to pay his debt and could also take revenge.
Gao Liang: I didn't do it, I'm wronged QAQ.
From Su Qing's words, Wang Xiaohei realized that Su Qing disliked Gao Liang and his family and wanted to use him to teach them a lesson, which suited him perfectly.
After all, he couldn't get revenge on Su Qing, so naturally, he could only settle the score with Gao Liang's family.
Su Qing patted his face: "Sensible."
"Big Brother, you dropped your card." Wang Xiaohei, with a flattering expression, returned the blood-stained bank card to Su Qing.
Every movement caused him pain, because he had at least three broken ribs, and his leg bones were also broken. Even if he recovered, he would have lingering problems.
Su Qing smiled: "There's no reason to take back the money I give out. 800,000, that's enough compensation."
After saying that, he casually threw the popsicle stick in front of him and left with the bewildered Han Bing.
It wasn't until they got in the car that Han Bing's mind was still a bit blank. Things had developed too quickly; she still hadn't reacted, feeling a little dizzy.
"It's okay, it's over now." Su Qing laughed.
Han Bing stared at him blankly, then suddenly threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.
"Waaah..."
She hadn't cried when the pressure was on her.
Now that the pressure was gone, she was crying in a fit of grievance.
Su Qing held her, gently patting her back to comfort her. "Don't cry. You can't just keep things bottled up. Me, Yingying, everyone is happy to help you, but you have to give us a chance."
"Thank you, thank you, Su Qing." After crying and letting it all out, Han Bing realized that it wasn't appropriate to be hugging Su Qing, and choked back a sob as she pulled away from his embrace.
Su Qing felt a little disappointed; indeed, he liked these soft, fragrant girls the best.
Another day of being helpful, how wonderful.
Wang Xiaohei: What a bad day, so miserable.
Gao Liang: Another day of getting beaten, so unlucky.
The same event, but different people have different feelings. The latter two are clearly not optimistic.
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