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Chapter 883 - 880: Who is courting death?

Chapter 883: Chapter 880: Who is courting death?

Tong Xiaohua twisted her delicate eyebrows and stared at him intensely, his hesitation, his astonishment, all fell into her eyes.

The elevator "dinged" and the doors opened, and Tong Xiaohua walked straight out.

Regaining his senses, Yan Bo hesitated for a moment but still chased after her.

"Xiao Hua..."

By the time Yan Bo had called out to her, Tong Xiaohua had already reached her car, opened the door, turned her head, and said to Yan Bo, "Go back, I’ll send you a message later to let you know I’m safe."

If she was safe, that is!

Tong Xiaohua silently added that thought to herself.

Before Yan Bo could catch up, Tong Xiaohua had already climbed into the car, slammed the door shut with a "bang," and in the blink of an eye, the car sped away, leaving a trail of dust.

Yan Bo’s hesitation was but a moment’s retreat. Now, watching her car speed away from him, his heart felt as if it had been wrenched out by her vehicle and was also getting further away from him by the second.

It wasn’t until the car disappeared from his sight that he realized what was happening. He turned and rushed back into the elevator to the underground garage to get his own car.

Only after driving out of the building did he remember that he didn’t even know where the Tong Family’s bank in North City was located.

After a moment of thought, he decided to make a call to the familiar police chief.

"Chief Cui, it’s Yan Bo here. Could you tell me where the Tong Family’s bank in North City is?"

"Young Master Yan, what’s this about?"

"Don’t get me wrong, Chief Cui, I’m not short on cash. It’s just that a friend of mine borrowed some money there, and I’m going to repay it for them!"

As long as money could solve a problem, it wasn’t considered an issue in the eyes of people like Yan Bo or Chief Cui. Hence, without probing further, Chief Cui cheerfully provided the address to Yan Bo and added, "Young Master Yan, if there’s anything I can help with, just let me know."

Yan Bo said, "Thanks!" and promptly hung up.

He drove quickly, secretly planning that after this was over, tomorrow he would definitely have someone gather all the addresses and names of the Tong Family’s properties in L City.

The address Chief Cui had given him was an estimated one hour’s drive away, Yan Bo guessed. On the way, he took advantage of the traffic lights to call Tong Xiaohua several times, but the phone was either busy or she wasn’t picking up.

Although Yan Bo had been in L City for two or three months, he wasn’t too familiar with some of the more remote districts.

He followed the road signs as he remembered them and kept driving. An hour passed, and it seemed he was still a third of the way from his destination.

Finally arriving in North City, after navigating through the narrow and twisting old streets, he determined he was lost.

Only after he finally managed to ask someone for directions did he realize one and a half hours had passed since Tong Xiaohua had left.

While he had been winding through the old streets of North City, Tong Xiaohua, accompanied by Uncle Ming, had met with the boss of the other party.

The meeting place was in an old noodle shop not far from the bank.

The noodle shop hadn’t closed, with people from both sides standing on either side, forming a circle. In the chilly autumn night air, this negotiation between the two factions seemed not to affect the people around them.

"Brother Shui, how do you plan on resolving today’s matter?"

To Tong Xiaohua, this Brother Shui obviously came looking for trouble!

"How to resolve it? There’s no interest, just repay the principal!"

The incident began with a minor leader under Brother Shui, who borrowed a hundred thousand Yuan from the bank a month ago. At that time, it was clearly written that the principal and interest should be paid back in a month; otherwise, one of the borrower’s small shops would be taken as collateral.

The money was due a week ago, but the minor leader not only refused to repay the principal but was also unwilling to pay the interest.

The bank manager took the contract and went straight to the shop to find the person, giving them a final deadline, stating that if the principal and interest were not paid by today, they would seal the shop according to the contract.

Little did they know, before the bank manager could even go there to collect the money, this minor leader led his boss, who is this Brother Shui standing before them, to the bank and caused a scene of chaos and smashing!

The brothers of the Tong Family were certainly not pushovers, but they could not withstand the sheer number of the opposing side, and in the end, they let Brother Shui escape.

Tong Xiaohua received a call that Uncle Ming said Brother Shui wanted to see her to talk about the debt.

In fact, to Tong Xiaohua, that hundred thousand was just a small sum.

But Brother Shui dared to wreck the bank over a mere hundred thousand Yuan, which, besides being extremely arrogant, also indicated that he probably had someone else backing him up.

Tong Xiaohua gave him a cold glare, "Brother Shui, if I calculated like you, could I even keep my bank open?"

Brother Shui held his nose high, not taking the girl before him seriously at all.

"I don’t care about others. When I borrow money, I don’t even repay the principal, let alone the interest. Paying you the principal is to show you respect!"

Tong Xiaohua laughed disdainfully twice and was already unwilling to waste words with this person, signaling Uncle Ming with a glance. In the blink of an eye, from outside the front door to the interior of the shop, the people Brother Shui brought were all being pinned down by the brothers of the Tong Family, one-on-one, with their heads forced down.

And the complexion of Brother Shui turned pale in an instant.

Because he could clearly feel a hard object pressing against his head, as for what that was?

He wasn’t new to the streets; from the texture and the chilling breath, he could sense what it was.

"Tong Xiaohua, you dare to set me up? Brother K won’t let you off!"

It turned out that Brother Shui was just a pawn thrown out to take the fall.

"Oh? Then I’ll leave you with just enough breath to go back to Brother K and describe your treatment in detail!"

Saying this, Tong Xiaohua had already stood up, not even glancing at Brother Shui, who was being restrained by her subordinates. She simply nodded to Uncle Ming, "Uncle Ming, I’m leaving first. So tired!"

Uncle Ming grunted in acknowledgment, "Alright, I’ve got this!"

As Tong Xiaohua reached the door, Brother Shui, in spite of his forehead covered in cold sweat, still shouted bravely at her retreating figure, "Tong Xiaohua, I thought you had some ability! You’re just relying on a bunch of old men to back you up. Who do you think you are? No one takes you seriously; you’re just using your looks to get these old men to..."

With a "thud," Brother Shui’s words came to an abrupt halt, followed by a "clang" of ceramic shattering on the ground.

Nobody noticed when Tong Xiaohua had picked up a ceramic soup bowl. As Brother Shui was in full tirade, Tong Xiaohua turned around and tossed the bowl, hitting him squarely on the head.

Blood trickled down his forehead, but he was too frightened to utter a sound.

Not just him, many who were present were stunned by Tong Xiaohua’s unexpectedly firm response.

"Keep blabbering and next year’s date will be your memorial day!"

Tong Xiaohua dropped this cold remark and had already left the noodle shop.

Tong Xiaohua truly intended to go home and sleep, as she was not only physically tired but also emotionally drained. However, as she passed by the crowd, she saw Yan Bo, who was standing near the noodle shop, leaning against the car door in a daze!