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Because it was covered by hair and mud, it wasn't very noticeable. But now, as the hair was being pulled, the wound was being torn open again, and more and more blood was seeping out, almost staining most of her face red, making her look particularly gruesome. But these young thugs didn't care at all, dragging her around laughing and playing with her, as if she were a broken toy, something they might as well break once and for all.

"Don't pull her like that!" Without thinking, she instinctively stood up from her seat and shouted, "She's bleeding!"

……

The thugs were about to leave as if no one else was there when they were suddenly called back. They paused, turned around, looked the three people in the clinic up and down, and then burst into laughter. Some of them laughed so hard they were doubled over, as if they had heard a joke that made them laugh uncontrollably.

“Mongoose, these people are probably horse merchants from out of town. They mean no harm,” the doctor quickly put down his medical equipment and stepped forward to explain. “They’re just new here and don’t know the rules of this city…”

"Out-of-towner? No wonder, they have no respect at all..."

The young man, nicknamed "Meerkat," did indeed have a lean, meerkat-like physique and eyes that were so wide they almost bulged out. When he grinned, he didn't bother to hide the frivolity and contempt in his eyes. "Isn't that perfect? ​​Before they enter this industry, they should learn about the local customs and manners!"

He whistled, and his henchmen swarmed around, completely blocking the already narrow entrance to the clinic. He himself pulled a short dagger from his pocket, twirled it, and held it in a reverse grip. Seeing that they had found something even more amusing, the others tossed the girl aside like trash, drew their weapons, and surrounded them, staring at them with ill intent.

"Let me see... Ha... a yellow-skinned foreigner, a woman with a disfigured face, and... Excuse me, what happened to your arm? Did some stray dog ​​bite you?"

"Hahahaha—!"

The crowd behind him burst into laughter again. Seeing a large group of people gathered at the clinic entrance, passersby seemed to realize what was about to happen and quickly avoided the area, taking a detour.

After laughing, Tang the mongoose suddenly changed his expression, raised his foot, and stepped on the girl's right leg, saying coldly, "This city belongs to Mr. Angelo Panstore. From what I know of him, what he hates most are outsiders like you who reek of cow dung and horse manure but don't even realize it. You want to get a share of the pie here... Ha?! Just watch, without his approval, you won't earn a single penny here!"

"This little bastard's biological father owed Mr. Angelo a large sum of money, but he died before he could pay it back."

"Now, let me tell you the second thing Mr. Angelo hates most in his life..."

The mongoose raised a second finger, its eyes wide. "No one, and I mean 'no one,' can owe the Italians money, not even a penny. If they don't pay back their debts, then it's our turn to step in."

“I… my mother is in poor health…” the girl pleaded through gritted teeth, her voice filled with humiliation, “Could you please give me a little more time? At least until she can get out of bed and walk again…”

"Don't even mention her illness. Even if she were dying, we would drag her out of bed, take her to the street, and sell her to get that money back. Even if she dies, we still have you. We will squeeze every drop of blood out of you. This is something your dead father should have known when he borrowed the money."

The mongoose grinned maliciously, lowered its head slightly, and held the knife to the girl's neck as if showing off.

“If you figure out what’s going on, you country bumpkins, you better behave yourselves…”

"Meerkat!"

Halfway through his sentence, his companion behind him suddenly sounded a little nervous.

look up.

Huang Fanlao, who had been sitting in a chair five or six meters away from him, suddenly appeared in front of him, looking at him expressionlessly.

There was no sound, no movement, just like the entrance effect in a later horror movie—the camera pans, and the person is already in front of you.

"..." The doctor watched in stunned silence.

"...What...what do you want to do?" This was the first time the mongoose had encountered a stranger who wasn't intimidated by it; instead, it was somewhat at a loss. "I'm warning you..."

"How much does she owe you?" Zhang Renfeng asked in a deep voice.

"What's it to you? Get lost!" the mongoose roared, pressing a dagger against Zhang Renfeng's chest. "I'm one of those Italians' men. Believe me or not, I can stab you to death without even going to jail!"

Zhang Renfeng remained expressionless, bracing himself against the blade, and took a step forward.

"?!"

As he took a step forward, the mongoose took a step back, its face immediately showing a look of horror.

The tip of the knife seemed to be stuck against a rock, unable to advance an inch, and was forced to retreat.

"Principal and interest... five... five hundred US dollars!"

This was no small sum of money, and the mongoose, intending to put the outsider in a difficult position, quoted a figure that the merchant could never possibly repay.

Zhang Renfeng pulled out a wad of US dollars from his satchel, counted out five hundred dollars, patted his face, and stuffed it into the mongoose's front pocket in full view of everyone.

"Fine," he said in a deep voice, "I'll pay it for her."

----

For a moment, the girl even forgot the pain, staring in disbelief. She had prayed to God countless times, but the situation had not improved at all. She never imagined that the desperate situation that had plagued her family would be resolved in this way.

The money has been repaid, and the debt is settled. Regardless of the process, the money recovered far exceeds the principal and interest lent out. These ruthless debt collectors seem to have no reason to remain here.

"Damn it!" the mongoose gritted its teeth. "Let's go!"

……

"Now that the money's been paid off, shouldn't we settle the rest of the accounts?" He glanced at the wound on the girl's head, turned around, and asked slowly, "The head injury was from being bumped, wasn't it? How many times did he bump you?"

"Two...two times..." the girl replied hesitantly.

"Alright," Zhang Renfeng said in a deep voice, "You kowtow to her two hundred times, and that'll be the end of it. Is that fair?"

"What did you say?" The mongoose's face was filled with disbelief. "Are you crazy?"

The girl was a little afraid of making a scene, so she swallowed and whispered, "But...but he...he really only bumped into me twice."

Zhang Renfeng's eyes widened in anger, "Even if it's just two hits, you still have to pay back two hundred!"

"Those two blows are the principal, and the remaining one hundred and ninety-eight blows are the interest!"

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Chapter 201: This city is already your enemy.

The mongoose thought there was something wrong with his ears. He turned around and looked back, confirming that his underlings were still following behind him. This made him even more puzzled. As a businessman from out of town with no connections in this city, it should be common sense not to provoke the local bullies.

Can't this guy see the person standing behind him?

Even with powerful backers, it takes experience to survive on the streets for years. Ruthless methods are necessary, but no one can withstand constant beatings. Most of the time, it's about saving face and maintaining a strong presence to keep things under control.

Upon first contact, he vaguely sensed that these three people were a bit strange, unlike the out-of-town businessmen he had encountered before. He had planned to take the money and leave quickly, but unexpectedly, he was suddenly stopped again.

After hesitating for a moment, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to invoke his reputation, trying to intimidate the other party, "Let me warn you first, in this city, anyone who dares to go against the Italians will never have a good outcome..."

"Boom--!"

Before he could finish speaking, a large hand pressed down on the back of his head. The skinny badger felt a tremendous force on the back of his head, as if he were being clamped by iron pincers. He had no chance to resist and was slammed heavily against the wide-open door of the clinic. A series of beads of blood immediately burst from his forehead. The excruciating pain made him dizzy, but before he could open his mouth to say anything, the door was flying closer to him again!

"you……"

"Boom!"

"No! Wait, wait a minute... I..."

"Boom!"

"I'm……"

"Boom!"

"Boom-!!"

……

With each stroke precise as a cuckoo's call, Zhang Renfeng's expression remained completely calm, as if he were a cook chopping garlic, the process already ingrained in his muscle memory.

As it turned out, the head is indeed the hardest part of the human body. It wasn't until the tenth blow that the mongoose finally lost consciousness, foaming at the mouth and bleeding profusely, unable to utter a single syllable. Seeing this, Zhang Renfeng loosened his grip, letting the mongoose collapse limply to the ground.

"Only twenty strokes and you're already like this." Zhang Renfeng wiped the bloodstains splattered on his face with his thumb, lowered his head slightly, and said in an icy tone, "With this lousy physique, what are you doing out here collecting debts?"

……

"You...you actually dared to lay a hand on Mr. Angelo's people..."

The remaining henchmen watched in horror as the mongoose lay in a pool of blood, foaming at the mouth, like a dead fish bubbling on a chopping board.

Like politicians, thugs live by saving face. When face loses its power, their fighting ability naturally drops by half. Even if they are armed with weapons like daggers and revolvers, and outnumber each other, they still have a fierce but incompetent air about them.

On the contrary, Theon, still bandaged, drew his dual Schofield revolvers, a cigarette dangling from his lips, glaring like an enraged lion. "What do you mean? You think you can fight with your meager skills?"

Xiaomei didn't provoke anyone, but she quickly drew her Colt revolver from her waist, opened the door inside the clinic as cover, and was ready to fire at any moment. She was surprised at how smoothly she could perform the series of movements. Being in a combat-ready environment for so long seemed to be making her feel increasingly distant from an ordinary 14-year-old.

……

"Beep—! Beep beep—!!"

Police whistles came from not far away. As expected of a big city, the police responded quickly. The commotion in the area soon attracted the attention of the police station.

The remaining thugs, perfectly at ease with the situation, didn't even glance at the fallen mongoose before turning away and scattering. They were intimately familiar with the city's layout, and in moments, they vanished like rainwater soaking into the soil.

Theon raised the muzzle of his gun slightly, but Zhang Renfeng gestured for him not to act rashly.

Li Kui is reckless and impulsive, while Zhang Fei is shrewd and meticulous despite his rough exterior.

Since they both share the surname Zhang, Zhang Renfeng would rather follow the example of that clansman who left a lasting legacy. Seeing the police swarming in from all directions, if you fire again, even if you were initially justified, it will become unreasonable. Who else would they target if not you?

Why not try talking it out first? If we can't reach an agreement, then we can always resort to force.

----

Unlike the police stations in White Torch Town and Windblown Sand, the sheriffs here all wore uniform black and blue uniforms, with black belts around their waists and wide-brimmed round hats, looking quite neat. Compared to the security forces in other towns, they had the feel of a regular army.

The clinic was quickly sealed off, and although the mongoose was beaten to a bloody pulp, a sheriff still managed to recognize him.

“Officer Taylor, this kid’s from the Italian side…”

The ensuing conversation was very cryptic, almost whispered, and Zhang Renfeng didn't hear it clearly.

The burly, thick-browed Officer Taylor nodded, his expression subtly shifting. He then beckoned, and two young, strong sheriffs stepped forward, loaded the mongoose onto the carriage, and carried it away.

Because of this action, Zhang Renfeng's impression of him improved slightly, and he changed his posture from standing sideways to facing him directly, which was relatively safer.

"...Out-of-towner?"

This wasn't even a question; the answer was already clear the moment his gaze fell upon Zhang Renfeng.

"Go to the stables to sell the horses," Zhang Renfeng replied succinctly. "I'll leave once I've sold them all."

"Do you know who that was that you were fighting?" He pointed to the mongoose lying on the carriage, gradually disappearing into the distance.

“Some rude little brat,” Zhang Renfeng said, squinting.

A slight smile appeared on Taylor's tense face, a hint of appreciation in his eyes, but he quickly withdrew it. "That's Angelo's vicious dog, a notorious debt collector in this area. They'll lend money first, then get you to sign contracts with extremely harsh terms—just a bunch of word games concocted by shrewd lawyers. Once you sign it, you're saddled with a huge debt, and if you can't repay it on time, these guys will come into play."

“You’ve come all this way to Saint Quintak, it’s not easy. Take my advice, hurry up and leave. Don’t sell that horse, you won’t be able to sell it.”

"I don't understand," Zhang Renfeng said suspiciously. "Buying and selling, a fair transaction, how come it can't be sold?"

Taylor looked at him with a complicated expression. After hesitating for a while, he made a move that was a bit out of line for the sheriff.

He patted Zhang Renfeng on the shoulder.

"I can't go into details, just trust me, a local. I personally respect your actions just now, but..."

"From the moment you smashed his head, this city became your enemy. Leave now before things escalate; it's better for everyone."

----

Finally, he nodded to him, gave him a meaningful look, blew his whistle, and the team returned to their original positions.

"Is that all, Officer Taylor?" The sheriff's subordinate was somewhat incredulous at the handling of the situation and couldn't help but remind him, "What if Mr. Angelo asks..."

"If I can't touch him, can't I at least touch his dog?"