Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1405 - 682: Don’t Understand That Harmony Brings Wealth_2

Chapter 1405: Chapter 682: Don’t Understand That Harmony Brings Wealth_2

"Casually beating people up, do you even care about..." The person who had been sitting next to Zeng Zhaokun took two steps back, his face stern as he spoke to Yan Fei.

"You’re no good either, hanging around with such scum. Dare to say what you do for a living, or are you afraid?" Yan Fei pointed at him. "If you dare to tell me, I’ll turn around and leave. If you don’t dare... if you utter one more useless word, do you believe I’ll beat you up too?"

The man immediately shut up—judging by his manner, one could guess what he did for a living. Putting aside whether Yan Fei would actually hit him, just mingling with someone like Zeng Zhaokun might be overlooked if no one mentioned it, but if someone did, it wouldn’t be a good thing.

The commotion wasn’t small, so an adjacent room burst into noisy commotion, followed by the sound of doors bursting open and running footsteps. A crowd burst through the doorway—some drawing out knives and clubs from their waists, others grasping whatever they could lay their hands on—and charged forward yelling to protect Brother Zeng and to let him go.

Yan Fei couldn’t be bothered to lift a hand against these types; he just turned around, holding the man, and faced them head-on.

The bunch hesitated, caught in a dilemma, and began cursing and shouting.

Yan Fei ignored them, continuing to walk outside, holding the man. Anyone who looked like they wanted to get in the way got a kick and before long, he had reached the outside.

At this moment, in the bustling but not large restaurant, many people stood at the entrance, craning their necks to look this way. Seeing several people lying in the hallway and others brandishing weapons as if ready for a fight, some retreated while others boldly continued to watch.

When Yan Fei walked into the hotel lobby with the man in tow, those who had finished eating and were about to leave, along with the idle people including the staff, all had their attention grabbed by the scene.

Seeing that there were already quite a few people around, Yan Fei didn’t continue walking out—the hotel was quite remote, and there might not be many passersby outside.

The reason Yan Fei had been able to find his target so quickly was because Zeng Zhaokun was not very tall but quite chubby, and it wasn’t flabby fat. At the moment, however, in his hands, the guy was no different from a fish out of water. Being short, both feet were off the ground, and now he could do nothing but kick and flail.

After scanning the crowd, Yan Fei began to speak, "This one, named Zeng Zhaokun, owes me sixteen thousand four hundred yuan. He even tried to wiggle out of paying when asked for the money. I don’t want the money anymore, but I don’t want to see this person again. If someone could help me find a way—any way—to ensure I never have to see him again, I’d be willing to give one hundred and sixty-four million yuan, which is a hundred times what he owes me, to that person or send it to their family."

"Don’t disbelieve me. My name is Yan Fei, I run a cattle farm. The ’Oxen Blossom’ brand beef jerky that’s often advertised on TV is produced by my factory. Just ask around, and you’ll know. A million or more is just pocket change to me; the Mercedes Benz S600 I drove here is worth over a million. This amount of money is nothing to me, and I assure you, I will not renege on such a small debt like the man in my hands here."

Just as he was about to drop Boss Zeng and leave, he turned his head to see a group of Boss Zeng’s workers poised for a confrontation and suddenly laughed. Pointing at them, he said, "The same goes for you. Anyone, by any means, as long as I no longer have to see Boss Zeng here, I guarantee, one hundred and sixty-four million will be delivered right to his family."

By the time Yan Fei tossed Boss Zeng aside and strolled out of the hotel lobby, none of those eager-looking employees dared to charge forward. Instead, led by one somewhat clever individual who put down their weapons, they rushed towards Boss Zeng: "Brother Zeng, are you okay...?"

"Brother Zeng, do you need to go to the hospital to get checked out...?"

"Brother Zeng..."

From ancient times to now, the power and allure of money haven’t changed with the times. Whoever could casually offer up over a million yuan, and had shown they had the capability, not to mention possessing extremely high combat strength, it was easy to know how a group would choose—especially since the first batch of hotheads was still lying in the hotel hallway. These few were ’smarter’.

When Yan Fei drove off in his car, he stopped at the hotel entrance for a moment, then rolled down the window and shouted to the many onlookers once more, "Remember, one hundred and sixty-four million, as long as I never have to see that person again, I assure the money will be delivered to his family."

Inside the hotel, Boss Zeng stood up, shook off his underlings who were feigning concern, and watched the Mercedes Benz S600 disappear quietly around the corner before he viciously declared, "Let’s go, this isn’t over yet."

Two subordinates who were still somewhat dazed quietly asked, "Brother Zeng, shall we go up and make use of that...?"

Another subordinate closer to Boss Zeng immediately scolded, "What are you talking about? Don’t you see where we are? Let’s get Brother Zeng out of here first."

Indeed, the priority was to get Boss Zeng out safely.

It wasn’t until they got in the car that Boss Zeng sighed in relief. Aside from the driver, only the closest subordinate who had scolded the others, and another bodyguard typically used by himself, remained.