Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 4222 This is his little fox (7)

It was already late at night, and there was no one around.

The sound of fighting came from behind the hillside. Song Shaoyan stepped on the grass, took Ning An's hand, and signaled her to be relieved, just take a look, no accidents would happen.

Ning An was still very scared, and kept following Song Shaoyan, clinging to him.

It stands to reason that the other party should not find them.

Their footsteps were light.

Song Shaoyan walked around behind a tall rock and looked forward, and sure enough someone was fighting.

The one who was beaten was a middle-aged Caucasian man, clutching his belly and rolling on the ground, his face was covered with blood, and the ones who beat him were two young men in their twenties, both wearing black jackets, their faces pale in the moonlight. Very clear.

Ning An opened his eyes wide and covered his mouth to avoid making a sound.

Although it was night, these people were too arrogant.

Ning An hid behind Song Shaoyan and looked forward.

The two men who beat people, one was white, tall and tall, swearing in fluent English: "I tell you, if you don't pay back the money you owe, this will be the end! Dare you borrow money and not pay it back? I'll give you another week, if you don't pay back I chopped off your hand for the money!"

"You think we are vegetarians? One hand is not enough, let your whole family pay with their lives!"

The middle-aged man who was beaten had a bruised nose and a swollen face. He was lying on the ground and humming, unable to speak a word.

He clutched his stomach and rolled over, his facial features twisted and painful.

Another young man in a black jacket lit a cigarette without opening his mouth and stood silently smoking.

The middle-aged man on the ground was kicked a few more times, and almost lost his breath.

"Xiao Liu, let's go." The young white man called to his accomplice.

"Ah."

There was a car not far away, and the two quickly got into the car and left.

The sound of fighting stopped, but the white middle-aged man on the ground was still humming, in pain.

Ning An didn't know whether to meddle in other people's business, Song Shaoyan pulled her back.

They left quietly.

Ning An didn't dare to show his breath along the way, he only knew to run with Song Shaoyan.

After returning to the tent, she patted her chest and took a deep breath.

"Come in." Song Shaoyan pulled her into the tent, "Just ignore what happened tonight, we can't control it."

"I see, it's that kind of money dispute, right?" Ning An understands, these things really can't be controlled, and it's different from simple hooligans, that kind of money dispute is organized.

"Yes, those two people are obviously thugs under the organization, specializing in debt collection and other tasks." Song Shaoyan said lightly, "The Song family has also hired such people before, as long as they don't beat them to death."

Ning An dried all the wet clothes, lowered his voice and whispered to Song Shaoyan: "Will the person who was beaten leave by himself?"

"Of course, he will leave by himself, so we don't care, and he won't call the police."

"Two young people, young, why don't you do something else, insist on doing this kind of dirty work for money."

"Usually they are black households. They are willing to do anything as long as they are paid for their food. They are desperate."

"Does that smoking man look like someone from China?" Ning An asked Song Shaoyan.

Song Shaoyan paused slightly, and frowned: "Like, not just like, it seems familiar."

"Really? Is it because I can't see clearly under the moonlight?" Ning An didn't feel familiar, "It seems to be in his 20s."

"No, it looks familiar." Song Shaoyan just felt that the person looked familiar, and couldn't tell where he had seen it.

(End of this chapter)