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Dongshan City, at the highway exit.

Several vehicles with out-of-town license plates were parked on the side of the road.

All of these people were dressed in black suits, their backs ramrod straight.

The leader of these thugs in suits was a bald, burly man with a face full of scars.

His name is Han Zhuang, and he is Zhao Xueliang's top henchman, specializing in dealing with these kinds of debt evaders.

Today, Han Zhuang was sent to Tazhai to collect debts at Zhao Xueliang's behest.

"Brothers, we're pressed for time and have a heavy mission this time!"

"The goal is to collect a debt from a village chief."

"But Brother Zhao said that if we close this deal, he'll give us a month off!"

"Does everyone have the confidence to do a good job?"

As Han Zhuang finished speaking.

The henchmen around them all shouted out:

"have!"

Han Zhuang revealed an ugly smile and laughed loudly:

"Great, very energetic."

"Let's skip dinner for now. After we collect the payment from Tazhai, I'll take everyone to Shang K for a 'feast'!"

After giving a pep talk, Han Zhuang returned to the driver's seat, located Tazhai Village, and headed towards his destination.

At this moment, Han Zhuang was incredibly excited.

As the leader of the debt collectors, he receives a commission for every debt he recovers offline.

There are now over a thousand loans in Tazhai Village, the amount of which is unimaginable.

This time, Han Zhuang has truly struck it rich.

Han Zhuang didn't even consider whether he could successfully get it back.

After all, Han Zhuang had dealt with this kind of thing countless times, or even worse.

People like Han Zhuang, who use offline debt collection tactics, have a history of serious crimes that have driven people to their deaths.

Tazhai? Isn't he just a lousy village chief?

Inside were some elderly men and women who stayed behind in the village, and many more village caretakers with little education.

When they arrived at Tazhai, Han Zhuang didn't even need to lift a finger. He just had to scare them, and the people of Tazhai would kneel on the ground and beg him to show mercy.

Big villa, beautiful women, luxury cars...

As he thought about it, Han Zhuang's mouth started watering.

………………

Inside a Land Rover Range Rover in Jiangcheng City.

"Tsk tsk tsk~~~"

Su Yu's gaze swept over the spacious interior of the Land Rover, feeling the genuine leather seats as he sat, and he exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

"Little Tiger, this car must have cost a lot of money, right?"

"Do you have enough money?"

"Hey, boss, what are you saying?"

"Let me tell you, not to mention the salary Jiangcheng University pays us, there's also the commission Tazhai gives us."

"They've already raised several million, and they're still taking out loans over there, while their commissions keep coming to us."

Wang Xiaohu's tone was full of joy.

He was genuinely happy.

At first, Wang Xiaohu and Wang Xiaolong followed Su Yu because they were forced by Su Yu's terrifying martial arts.

As they spend more time together, they realize that the two brothers are truly captivated by Su Yu's charm.

Where exactly did Su Yu escape from with the Demon Orb?

Although the Wang family had made a lot of money, it was only cyclical, and always at the cost of lives.

But what about Su Yu?

Making so much money so easily, and it's not illegal at all.

So terrifying.

Suddenly, Su Yu remembered the license plate of the Range Rover and looked at Wang Xiaohu with a puzzled expression, asking him a question.

"By the way, Xiaohu, let's not talk about the car. Where did you get the license plate?"

"This thing must be difficult to handle, right?"

"Oh, this? Actually, this car and license plate belong to my uncle."

"Aren't they cracking down hard lately? That's why they got him arrested."

"His family sold me this car at a low price."

"It didn't cost much."

"Oh, I see."

During their conversation, Wang Xiaohu and Su Yu arrived at the entrance of Jiangcheng Vocational and Technical School.

At the main gate, a large group of students arrived early.

The security guards standing to the side, fully armed, looked at the students with solemn expressions.

They were afraid that if they weren't careful, these demon balls would run away.

"Alright, everyone go back first. It's not a big deal, don't try to sneak out!"

With a simple sentence from Su Yu, the students gathered at the door instantly dispersed.

This is the prestige that Su Yu established at Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School with his "sword power".

Most of the students left, leaving only Wang Xiaolong and Lin Yaozu.

"Um?"

Su Yu frowned slightly, puzzled, and asked:

"Xiao Long, Lin Yaozu, what brings you two back?"

"Aren't you keeping an eye on things in Tazhai?"

"I reckon Zhao Xueliang is going to send debt collectors to Tazhai to collect the debts."

Wang Xiaolong quickly explained:

"Brother, it's like this. Knowing that you were going out today, Yaozu and I rushed back last night."

"I'd like to pick you up and take you to Tazhai as soon as possible."

"Besides, Brother Dong is keeping an eye on things over there, and the entire village of Tazhai is on high alert. Not even a fly can get in."

"Okay, let's not go back to school yet, let's go to Tazhai quickly."

Su Yu did not linger and immediately set off for Tazhai.

Meanwhile, after a long journey overnight, Han Zhuang and his debt collectors arrived at Tazhai.

"Dongshan City, Tazhai Village".

Han Zhuang stood under the village sign of Tazhai Village, smiling as he spoke of the villagers of Tazhai Village.

After confirmation

"What a great name! Let's go, brothers, into the village!"

The men from Hanzhuang walked with steady steps, exuding confidence and high spirits.

They emerged from a period of rapid progress, a period of remarkable advancement, a period that felt like a lifetime ago.

Han Zhuang's car entered Tazhai, and that was the very moment they entered Tazhai.

"Uncle Dong, several out-of-town cars have arrived; they look like debt collectors!"

"What do we do?!"

"What should we do?"

Lin Yaozu snorted coldly, his tone icy and indifferent:

"Do they really think we, Tazhai, are easy to bully?"

"so…………"

Just as Lin Yaodong was about to say something, a sharp, violent sound came from the other end of the phone.

"It's over, it's over, Uncle Dong."

"I saw several old men from the village go out with homemade guns."

"They said they'd fight those people the way they fought the Japanese back then!"