Rebirth: I Am Super Rich in Apocalypse
Chapter 172: No Matter What, Fan Yao

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: No Matter What, Fan Yao

"Clang..."

Another person fell to the ground in response, and Jhiang Yuan’s palms were sweaty with tension.

She returned to her previous position, but her aim couldn’t compare to Song Yi’s.

She was afraid of accidentally hurting the others.

With time pressing, she quickly downed two more people.

It didn’t matter where they were hit, the main thing was that they were hit.

Song Yi had also finished off that group of people, kicked the door, and now their numbers were halved.

"Brother Song, ah!"

Zhang Kaiyang rose again, this time filled with strength. Jhiang Xingzhi saw that Jhiang Yuan had also arrived and, worried his daughter might get injured, he too fought back with vigor.

It was fortunate that the yard was large because otherwise, it wouldn’t have sufficed for the group’s thrashing.

Jhiang Yuan didn’t dare delay. She had the Tang Sword with her, mainly targeting those who had weapons in their hands.

This group wasn’t hastily organized; each member was capable in combat.

Dealing with them was somewhat difficult for her.

Luckily, she had the advantage of her weapon being sharper.

In no time, the situation here stabilized.

Those who could run, ran, and those who couldn’t, lay down.

"Dad, are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

Just now, she had seen Jhiang Xingzhi being knocked down by one of them.

"I’m fine, my girl. Your dad is in good shape!"

Ye Mianmian and Zhang Kaiyang also gathered around, and they were equally surprised by the appearance of the two.

"Brother Song, Sister Yuan, how did you come to rescue us?"

"At this time, seeing that you hadn’t returned, we were a bit worried."

"Let’s go first, we can talk after we get back."

It was already five o’clock, and the sky had darkened, with the temperature dropping significantly.

"Wait a moment, you two, thank you for just now."

It was the people who had also been restrained who came over to give thanks.

"It was nothing, don’t mention it. It’s getting late; you better hurry home too!"

Song Yi didn’t want to say much, but it was clear the others didn’t feel the same.

"Heroes, where are you from? Let’s go back together if it’s on the way!"

Naturally, it wasn’t on the way.

Fortunately, there wasn’t much fussing over it, as time waited for no one.

Too late, and you could really freeze to death.

"Damn it, they broke one of the ice carts."

Zhang Kaiyang was somewhat frantically upset, looking at the damaged transportation device with some distress.

"Take them all back. We can repair it later."

Saying this, several people clumsily worked on the two operational ice carts. At that moment, Li Tianyu actively came over to help.

Fan Qing was a bit angry and pushed him aside.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I’m doing, Li Tianyu? You and Fan Yao find your own way back. Don’t associate with us anymore!"

"Fan Qing, you..."

Before he could finish his threatening words, Zhang Kaiyang stepped forward, shielding Fan Qing behind him.

Holding back due to some concern, Li Tianyu was gritting his teeth but didn’t let out a peep.

"Qingqing, why are you being so willful? Let’s hurry up. Whatever it is can be discussed back home."

Fan Yao tried to bluff her way through, but how could Fan Qing possibly let her get away with it?

"Get lost..."

She used quite a bit of force with this shout. Two people had already reached the door and now turned back to see what was going on.

In the end, Li Tianyu and Fan Yao didn’t leave with them.

The ice cart was needed for hauling firewood, so basically, they walked back.

By the time we arrived at the residential area, it was already six o’clock, and the cold wind was biting.

Everyone hurriedly cleaned up, not daring to delay.

Jhiang Xingzhi had collected quite a bit of firewood and, with no space inside the house, placed it all in the hallway.

He arranged it neatly away from the doorways and the entrance to the hall, not obstructing the normal foot traffic.

"Hurry back for dinner, clean up after eating, and Xiao Song, come join us for a bite too," she called out.

Qin Yue felt that it was because she had gone to find Song Yi.

It was normal for him to come over for a meal since he’d helped out.

But Song Yi didn’t come over, so Qin Yue asked her daughter to take some food to him.

For dinner that night, they made sour soup beef and served it with rice, which was especially appetizing.

Jhiang Yuan, carrying a thermal lunch box, scooped some rice and poured the dish on top of it.

She hoped he wouldn’t be picky and, as she opened the door, Little One suddenly darted out, circling around her.

"This little guy has a keen nose; did you smell something tasty?"

Song Yi smiled warmly, which was entirely different from his usual demeanor.

"My mom made sour soup beef. I’ve served you a bowl and ladled it over rice. Try it..."

"Great, thank your aunt for me. After dinner, let’s go downstairs to check it out," he replied.

"Okay!"

The two agreed, and Jhiang Yuan also went back to have dinner.

Still, she couldn’t contain her curiosity and asked Jhiang Xingzhi what had happened that day.

"We were just gathering firewood when that bunch of people, I don’t know where they came from, came up and detained us without any explanation.

They even took all our weapons, and the men had to remove their shoelaces and belts. It felt like we were being treated like prisoners," he complained.

Jhiang Xingzhi grumbled about the tactics, which did seem like something from a detention center.

"Then why were there so many people? Were you all together gathering firewood?"

"No, those people, I don’t know where they came from, were all caught by them.

Daughter, I’m telling you, those were no good people.

We were lucky today with the advantage of weapons, but if it came to a real fight, we might not be able to win!"

Indeed, Jhiang Yuan nodded, not denying it.

"It was Song Yi who was smart, taking them out one by one, which minimized the casualties.

By the way, Dad, let’s not go out again tomorrow. We don’t need those few pieces of wood, and if something happened, Mom would be heartbroken."

By the time he returned, Qin Yue had already heard about the day’s events and hurried to scold Jhiang Xingzhi.

"Good girl, Dad understands. I won’t go out again," he replied.

...

After dinner, Jhiang Yuan didn’t dare to delay and prepared to go out to find Song Yi.

He suspected that the Fan sisters had definitely encountered something unusual.

Just now, Jhiang Xingzhi hadn’t mentioned it, probably not having noticed, as the old man wasn’t someone who could keep things to himself.

Sure enough, once she reached the twentieth floor.

The atmosphere was heavy. When Ye Mianmian came to open the door, she looked rather surprised.

"Where are Zhang Kaiyang and Fan Qing?"

"They’re inside. They went in when they came back and haven’t made a sound since," she replied.

"Mianmian, have you had dinner?"

"I did. Grandma made me some noodle dumplings; they were so delicious and warm.

Sister Yuan, you want to know why those two were thrown out today, right?"

Uh, she knew it; after spending so much time together, there was some understanding between them.

"Brother Song, I must say, today’s incident was not Fan Qing’s fault.

That Fan Yao truly went too far.

And Li Tianyu, that scumbag, is just too much. If it were me, I would have hit him long ago."

Well, what on earth happened? Her curiosity piqued to towering heights.

"What happened, Mianmian? Tell me all about it!"