Laughing, the host always wants to escape

The roar gradually faded away, and a man about 1.75 meters tall quietly approached the person in charge who had just spoken to Feng Cheng.

"Sir, I think this batch of goods is of good quality. If we sell it on the black market, we can make a lot of money. Isn't it a bit of a waste to just throw it to the local police officers?" The man looked at him cautiously.

As soon as he finished speaking, the person in charge standing nearby immediately stepped forward, grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

The person in charge glared angrily and shouted in a low voice: "Are you crazy? How dare you bring up such an idea? If you want to die, don't drag us down with you!"

Seeing his big reaction, the man was a little confused, "Didn't the Fourth Master leave? We shouldn't be caught if we take some secretly, right?

Besides, the Fourth Master looks so gentle, he probably won't do anything to us if he's discovered, right? At most he'll give us a lecture."

"Heh!" Hearing his words, the man laughed lightly, "Gentle? Do you think the Fourth Master is as easy-going as he appears to be? I might be talking to you with a smile in the last second, and I can break your neck with my bare hands in the next second."

As he spoke, the man slowly loosened his hand and warned, "Don't make any plans that you shouldn't make. Otherwise, I will clean up the mess for him without the Fourth Master having to do anything."

"Yes, yes, I understand." The man's eyes showed a bit of panic. He nodded quickly, then stepped aside and continued to work.

After noon, Tang Cuo finished tidying up his clothes, turned his head to look at Jian Rong behind him, and said cheerfully, "It's time, let's go."

Jian Rong didn't say anything else and followed him silently.

The two men got into a black business car. Shi Rui acted as the driver, driving in the front, and two vans followed behind the business car.

Tang Cuo looked out of the car window and saw that the van was packed full and the figures of the people in the car were clearly visible.

Tangcuo was somewhat helpless, "Didn't you say not to bring so many people? This looks like we're going to war."

"Uh... Young Master, this is my order, and I have no choice... I am also worried about your safety..." Shi Rui explained.

"Okay, you park the car 500 meters away from the destination, and Jian Rong and I will walk in."

"This……"

"Shi Rui, what's wrong? Are you starting to disobey me?" Tang Cuo narrowed his eyes and raised the end of his voice.

"I dare not." Shi Rui apologized hurriedly.

"Then do as I say." Tang Cuo cast his gaze towards Jian Rong beside him. He was taking a nap with his eyes closed, and didn't seem to care about what they were saying.

"Yes……"

After more than ten minutes, the vehicle drove into a winding road. The willow trees on both sides were very tall and looked to be several decades old.

After a while, the car was turned off and parked under the roots of a tree. Shi Rui got out of the car and opened the door for Tang Cuo. "Master, we're here. We're about 500 meters inside and we'll be in Lujia Bay."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the men in black in the van behind him jumped out one after another and stood in a row behind Tang Cuo.

Seeing them each holding a wooden stick, Tang Cuo felt a headache. He turned his gaze to Jian Rong beside him, then cleared his throat, "You guys...you don't have to go in with me. Jian Rong and I can go in alone."

"This...can't be done, Master. If I knew, we would..."

"You won't fail to tell my father. Okay, no more talking. You stay here and guard. If there is any danger, I will shout for help... If anyone of you dares to follow me, be careful of me..." Tang Cuo clenched his fists and waved at them.

After saying that, Tang Cuo grabbed Jian Rong's sleeve and strode forward.

Jian Rong followed behind him, his eyes hesitantly falling on Tang Cuo. Although he had not met him closely, he knew that the outside world's evaluation of Tang Cuo was mostly negative, such as arrogant and unreasonable. But at this moment, this person seemed to be a little different from the image in the rumors.

[Host, please follow the plot according to the character setting. The attacker is already somewhat suspicious of you.]

Hearing the system's prompt, Tang Cuo turned around and glanced at Jian Rong, then continued to walk forward, "Got it, got it. I'll pay attention."

The scorching sun was scorching the earth, and the June cicadas were chirping non-stop. Tang Cuo took a deep breath and then looked around.

Dilapidated adobe houses were lined up in rows, hemp ropes were tied to several large trees to hang freshly washed clothes, and miscellaneous items were piled everywhere.

Tang Cuo walked up to an old man and asked, "Uncle, where does Yang Muqing live?"

"Yang Muqing?" The old man looked up when he heard his words. "That prodigal son, who knows where he ran off to? He owed a lot of foreign debts and ran away, leaving his wife, children and mother at home. He is worse than a beast..."

Listening to the old man's angry curse, Tang Cuo smiled awkwardly, "Then do you know where Yang Muqing's home is?"

"Walk fifty meters back, the house with a wooden stake at the door is it." The old man waved his fan and continued to bask in the sun.

Tang Cuo turned around and looked at Jian Rong behind him, then reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him, "Don't be afraid, this is my first time to collect debts too, let's help each other."

Jian Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, with a look of contempt in his eyes, as if he was looking at a creature of low intelligence.

The two continued walking forward and came to the wooden door that the old man mentioned. Then they knocked on the door and walked in.

A woman heard the footsteps and walked out quickly. She looked at the two strangers at the door with a trace of panic in her eyes. "Excuse me, who are you..."

"Um, you are Yang Muqing's wife, right?"

"I am..." Before he could finish his sentence, an old man and a little girl walked out of the inner room.

The little girl held her grandmother's hand and looked at Tangcuo with burning eyes.

"Did you know that your husband borrowed one million from our family before?" Tang Cuo looked at the family of three, and suddenly he couldn't say the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"I... I know... Can you give us a few more days... We really can't come up with one million..." The woman was a little anxious.

"Please wait, but I would like to ask you, where is your husband?"

"He hasn't been home for a month and hasn't contacted his family. To be honest, I don't know where he has gone."

Tangcuo listened to his words and took a deep breath, "Then do you know where he spent the money he borrowed?"

"I don't know. He didn't take it home. Maybe he used it to gamble again." The woman smiled bitterly.

"Ah?" After hearing her words, Tang Cuo already had an idea in his mind, "Have you ever thought about divorcing such a scumbag?" Tang Cuo looked at her with some anger in his eyes.

"I've thought about it, but we still have a child and a mother. What will happen to them if we get divorced?" The woman smiled bitterly and touched the little girl's head.

"Then you can take them with you."

"But we don't have any money... I can't do anything..."

"Money can be earned again, but girls should learn to think for themselves." Tang Cuo pursed her lips.

"But I can't even see him now, so there's no way I can get a divorce."

"Don't worry, we will help you find him." Tangcuo comforted them with a calm face, "As for the one million he owes us, I will get to the bottom of it. However, we still need to do some acting, otherwise it will be difficult to shirk my father's responsibility..."