Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 56, just you wait.
"You little bastards, what are you trying to do!"

The short man charged over aggressively, his menacing appearance startling everyone. Even Han Zhou was taken aback, wondering if the guy was taking the opportunity to insult him.

But he was overthinking it. The short guy went straight for the blond guy, his eyes were quite fierce and he had a thuggish air about him. Although he was short and could only stare at the other guy's nostrils, his aura completely overwhelmed him.

The blond-haired man was a little confused, unsure of what this short, stocky man was up to, but he didn't dare to be careless and asked hesitantly, "Who are you?"

This group of people only recently started helping people collect debts. They are typical examples of people who are all bark and no bite. They only dare to pick on the weak and pick on the weak. They don't dare to touch the kind of deadbeats who are willing to risk their lives for money. They only dare to ask for money from easy targets like Zhong Yin. After all, this way, the risk is very small, and they can show off their power when they go to collect debts.

Huang Mao had investigated Zhong Yin and knew that this woman had no relatives other than her younger sister who was in college. The repair shop was inherited from her father, and there was not much business on weekdays. She did not employ any staff, so she usually lived alone.

Helpless and all alone, this is a textbook example of a pushover.

To ensure the accuracy of the information, Huang Mao and his gang took the opportunity of repairing motorcycles yesterday to conduct a "field investigation" before deciding to launch their attack today. Who knew they would encounter obstacles so quickly, with two men jumping out to block their way.

The guy just now looked like a student, weak and frail, wearing clothes that weren't worth much. He was good for nothing except for his face, at most a pretty boy who wasn't worth worrying about. So the blond guy didn't care. But he didn't dare to be careless with this short, stocky man who had a strong sense of the underworld.

He always prided himself on being a steady and reliable person, and he always puts stability first in his actions. He has never had a mishap while traveling, which is because he knows how to assess situations and read people's expressions. He avoids making things as big as possible, otherwise he wouldn't have hesitated for so long just now to push that pretty boy.

Facing the scrutinizing gaze of the blond-haired man, the short man sneered and pointed to the truck directly in front of the motorcycle, saying, "Don't worry about who I am for now, get this straight, this is my truck!"

So what if you have a car? Does driving a truck make you cool? I have two motorcycles, they both have four wheels!

Huang Mao cursed inwardly, then realized what was going on and tentatively asked, "Are you a customer here to get your car repaired?"

"Otherwise what?" The short man frowned.

The way they looked at them like they were idiots infuriated the blond-haired guy. He barely suppressed his anger and said, "Then why don't you just fix your car? Why are you cursing at us? Who are you calling a little brat?"

The short guy chuckled angrily: "Damn it, a bunch of you surrounding this girl here, how is she supposed to fix her car? You fix it for me, then!"

He spat and continued, "Damn it, a bunch of grown men aren't even ashamed, and with this pathetic skill, they dare to try riding a motorcycle? They splashed water all over my bike, what fucking idiots..."

The few words contained an astonishing amount of sarcasm, causing the blond-haired man's face to turn pale and then red.

Seeing the short man babbling on and on, his face grew increasingly grim, and he snapped angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Where did I splash water all over your car?"

"This is fucking amazing, and he's blind too."

The short man sneered, pointed to a spot in the truck bed, and said, "Is this fucking water? Did you fucking do this? Did you fucking ruin my truck?!"

Huang Mao and his men were filled with doubt and confusion. They quickly looked at the spot he pointed to, but were immediately at a loss. They looked for a long time but couldn't see any water anywhere. Besides, in such hot weather, even if there was water, it should have evaporated long ago.

You're fucking kidding me!

Not only them, but even Han Zhou couldn't see where the short man was pointing to where the water was. He thought to himself that this guy was indeed a scoundrel, and he was quite good at lying through his teeth. He had a strong sense of conviction.

The short man said coldly, "Did you guys even see clearly?"

"Look closely at your mother!" the blond-haired guy finally couldn't hold back anymore: "Holy crap, where's the water on here?"

The short man grabbed his collar and pulled him to the front of the carriage. He said coldly, "Damn it, you can't even see such a big black dot? Is this the mud you splashed on when you parked the car?" Upon closer inspection, there was indeed a tiny mud dot on the carriage.

The blond-haired man was dumbfounded. He hadn't even noticed the black dot until he got closer. He quickly broke free from the other man's hand that was grabbing his collar, and said angrily, "What does this have to do with me?!"

This guy is clearly just being unreasonable!
The short man sneered, "This doesn't matter? What does it have to do with other people's debts and a guarantor who was just randomly chosen? Besides, this girl knows nothing about this."

Huang Mao knew this guy was causing trouble to stand up for Zhong Yin, so his face immediately turned cold, and he said sternly, "Paying back debts is a matter of course. You'd better not meddle in other people's business!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people behind him stepped forward in unison, either stretching their necks or wrists, looking ready to take action at any moment.

The short man took a few steps back without a word, but instead of leaving, he opened the car door, took a steel rod from the passenger side of the truck, and walked back while casually swinging it. He then put a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and stood there expressionless without saying a word.

Huang Mao and the others looked at each other, thinking to themselves, "This guy carries a steel rod with him. The hardest thing on our bodies is probably our helmets. Are we going to fight him with our helmets?"
They're a bunch of bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong. They've only ever managed to scare most people they've encountered before, never anyone as aggressive as them.
It was too hot, and the short guy didn't want to stand there dumbfounded with these idiots. He said with a cigarette in his mouth, "Who are you helping to collect debts? Why don't you tell me? I've never heard of anyone being able to write down a name as a guarantor to collect money when borrowing. I'll borrow a hundred thousand or two someday, and I'll write your names as guarantors. Then I'll come and collect the debt from you myself. Don't you dare try to renege on your debt."

The tone didn't sound like a joke, and the blond-haired man's face darkened: "What exactly do you do?"

"none of your business."

The short man looked impatient; he had other things to do and needed to leave as soon as he finished fixing the car.

Huang Mao took a deep breath and, after a full second of deliberation, decided it was necessary to find out more about this guy before making any plans. He decided to retreat for now.

This isn't cowardice, it's composure.

So, to the astonishment of Han Zhou and the others, he suddenly got on his bike and said with a sneer, "I suddenly remembered I have something to do, but today's matter is not over yet. You just wait."

After saying that, he was about to leave with his men when Han Zhou suddenly rushed over, easily pried open his fingers, and snatched the hearing aid back from his hand.

Despite his best efforts, Huang Mao felt like his fingers were about to break. Just as he was about to curse, he saw the short, stocky man walking over with a steel rod and a cold smile. So Huang Mao gave up on his threats, started his motorcycle, and drove off with everyone.

The roar of the car quickly faded away.

Aren't they just a bunch of energetic young men...?

Watching their retreating figures, Han Zhou shook his head secretly, then returned the hearing aid to Zhong Yin.

The latter first used a towel and paper to repeatedly wipe the sweat off the hearing aid before carefully putting it back on and saying "thank you".

Although she has a bad temper and doesn't trust others' kindness, this woman doesn't seem to be stingy with her gratitude for help from others; she's quite a contradictory person.

Zhong Yin also expressed her gratitude to the short man, hesitated for a moment, and then, feeling that Han Zhou was easier to talk to, asked, "What did you two just talk about?"

Han Zhou was taken aback, and then suddenly remembered that the woman was hearing impaired.

During the time she lost her hearing aid, although she could roughly understand the situation by looking at her, her world was silent and she could not read lips, so it was like watching a silent movie.

(End of this chapter)