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As soon as Master Ding finished speaking, two young men came out of the side room, escorting a person out.

They said they were taking him into custody, but they didn't actually do anything.

The man walked ahead unsteadily, his steps as unsteady as if he were stepping on cotton.

His suit was crumpled up, the collar was open, and the shirt underneath hadn't been changed in days, giving off a sour smell.

If it weren't for his unchanged appearance, it would be hard to imagine that this person is actually Xue Beichen, the eldest son of the Xue family.

He had lost a significant amount of weight; his cheekbones protruded from his face, his eyes were sunken, a stubble of unruly hair grew on his chin, and his lips were chapped and peeling.

As soon as Xue Beichen regained his footing, his knees buckled and he knelt directly in front of Master Ding.

"Master Ding, please let me go... I know I was wrong... I'll never dare to cause trouble in Nanxiang again..."

His voice was hoarse and rapid, devoid of any of his former superior composure, replaced only by undisguised fear.

I have no idea what happened in the past two days.

Chu Nan was secretly surprised. He knew that it was Ding Ye's men who took Xue Beichen away at the flour factory, but he didn't expect that two days later, Xue Beichen would still be here.

Jiang Yingxue was also watching this scene, but her focus was different from Chu Nan's.

Even if Xue Beichen is no better than the eldest son of the Xue family, the fact that he is surnamed Xue will not change, even if his inheritance rights are revoked.

Although the Xue family is not as well-established as the Jiang family in Beihai, they are still a powerful family. They were able to prevent the Xue family from even getting their young master out within two days.

It seems that Nanxiang is a place with more than just a fierce local culture.

Master Ding didn't even lift an eyelid at Xue Beichen, who was kneeling on the ground. "Brother Chu, it's up to you how to deal with this man."

Chu Nan was taken aback. "Master Ding, you haven't released them yet, are you keeping them for me?"

"Otherwise what?"

Ding Ye took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke slowly exhaling from his nostrils. "This mad dog bit you, not me. I just helped you keep it chained up for a few days. Whether you want to kill it or torture it, it's just a matter of saying the word."

Chu Nan looked at Xue Beichen, who was kneeling on the ground trembling like a leaf.

At the flour mill, he genuinely wanted to kill this so-called eldest son of the Xue family.

But now that it's all in the past, Xia Wantang is fine, while Xue Beichen is kneeling in front of him, trembling all over, not even having the courage to look up at him. It's truly a complicated situation.

killed?

There's clearly no need for that now.

Released?

It seems like they got a cheap deal.

Just as Chu Nan was silent, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

A young man jogged in and whispered something in Erniu's ear.

Erniu frowned and was about to turn around and go out when footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

It wasn't just one person's footsteps, but several people's, their steps quick and powerful.

"Xue Jiu, the head of the Xue family, requests an audience with Master Ding."

The voice wasn't loud, but each word seemed to be suppressed by something, exuding a hidden, unreleased power.

Xue Beichen, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head, and a kind of almost frenzied light burst forth in his dark eyes.

"Dad! Dad! I'm here! I'm here—"

His voice was choked with sobs, like a drowning person finally grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.

Master Ding frowned, his tone clearly displeased: "Who let him in?"

Erniu looked embarrassed and glanced at the thin, middle-aged man at the head of the group.

The other person was wearing a dark gray short-sleeved shirt, and their two exposed arms were as thin as hemp stalks.

He had a buzz cut and large, fierce-looking eyes.

This man was Erniu's right-hand man, the head of Qiaobei Village, and the eldest brother.

But at this moment, Elder Yuan's attitude towards Master Ding was extremely respectful.

He strode up to Master Ding, put his hands down in front of him, bent down, and said in a gentle tone that was completely out of character for his appearance: "Master Ding, Lao Jiu's grandfather came from Qiaobei, so he's practically one of us from Nanxiang."

"His son did break a taboo in our southern village, but you've already punished him and imprisoned him. Old Jiu only has this one son. Since he's come in person, could you please give him some face?"

Ding took a drag of his cigarette but didn't say anything.

Behind the elder was a middle-aged man, thin, wearing a dark gray stand-up collar jacket.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses, had a hooked nose, thin lips, and several deep forehead wrinkles.

Jiang Yingxue recognized him at a glance; this man was Xue Jiu, the head of the Xue family.

Xue Jiu stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed slightly to Master Ding.

"Master Ding, it's been a while. How are you doing?"

Ding Ye remained silent, but Xue Beichen struggled to his feet and staggered toward Xue Jiu.

"Dad! You're finally here! Take me away! I don't want to stay in this hellhole anymore—these people are all crazy! All crazy—"

The pipe in Dingye's hand drew an arc in mid-air and struck Xue Beichen precisely in the chest.

The force of that blow was completely disproportionate to his age. Xue Beichen was knocked off the ground, let out a muffled groan, and fell back to his original position.

Xue Jiu's eye twitched, but only for a moment. The next second, he laughed and said, "Master Ding did a good job teaching him a lesson. This kid has been spoiled by his mother since he was a child and doesn't know any rules. You teach him a lesson for me, so I don't have to do it myself."

Don't give me that crap.

Ding Ye clearly didn't take Xue Jiu seriously.

Xue Jiu didn't speak, but glanced at Elder Yuan.

The elder brother immediately understood, quickly stepped forward to refill Ding Ye's cigarette, and whispered a few words in his ear.

After listening, Master Ding took a drag of his cigarette with a blank expression and remained silent for a long time.

Then he turned to Chu Nan and said, "This is not something I can decide. If you want to resolve this, go talk to my little brother here."

"The person Xue kidnapped was his friend, and he was the victim. It only counted if he agreed."

Following Ding Ye's gaze, Elder Yuan looked at Chu Nan and sized up this young man who could call Ding Ye his brother.

To be honest, Chu Nan, an outsider, was able to call Master Ding his brother, which made him very uncomfortable.

But he suppressed his temper, turned to Chu Nan, grinned, and said, "This must be Mr. Chu? Truly a young hero!"

"Mr. Chu, the Xue family boy did indeed do wrong, and no one can excuse him, but he has suffered as a result. There's a saying we have, what's it again..."

"It's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester! How about this, let Old Nine apologize to you, and we'll let bygones be bygones, what do you say?"

Seeing that Chu Nan did not intend to answer, the smile on Elder Yuan's face slowly froze.

He unconsciously moved his wrist, clearly unable to resist the urge to retaliate.

Chu Nan also noticed this little action. Although this was Nanxiang, the elders held a high position.

But if the other party really decides to take action, he wouldn't mind turning the rumored massacre at the flour mill into reality.

Just then, Xue Jiu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up: "Boss Yuan, since Master Ding has said so, we will do as he says."

"Since the person who clashed with Beichen happens to be here, let's have our parties involved discuss this matter..."