Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 623

Chapter 623: Chapter 623

Yang Fan did as Yao Wei said and opened the very well-hidden software.

It was actually a note app, inside which were Yao Wei’s diary entries.

The entries began from June of the year before last.

"June 8th, Lu Qiuyang arranged a task for us, to drive away all the people unwilling to relocate from the old district within three days by any means necessary. He told us openly, due to the urgency and importance of the task, that it didn’t matter if one or two people died accidentally, but it had to appear as an accident..."

"Murder is something I dare not commit, no matter how much he coerced me, I just couldn’t. But that day, we still ended up killing someone. It wasn’t directly related to me, but I bear responsibility too..."

"That time, we brought a truckload of pig’s blood and poured it through the window into that household, where only an old-fashioned elderly gentleman resided, and he literally died of shock..."

Below were attached two somewhat blurry photos.

It was the old gentleman lying in a pool of blood.

The blood was so much that it was almost as high as the legs of the coffee table, half of the old man’s body soaked in it.

Looking at these photos, Yang Fan’s anger surged immediately.

Although these people did not use knives or weapons, their method was no different from direct murder.

He forcibly suppressed his rage and continued reading.

"Within three days, we successfully completed the task assigned by Lu Qiuyang, and each of us got forty thousand. That money, I didn’t dare to spend a penny of it and opened another account to deposit all of it."

"Not long after the redevelopment of the old district was completed, around mid-June, I was organized by Lu Qiuyang to collect debts. That time, I forgot to take photos, I can only add that detail later. I said a lot to the debtor that day and even gave him some advice on my own, and I got beaten up, breaking my arm."

"Later, while I was recovering from the injury, Lu Qiuyang had Little Han take over the task. That person died, he jumped off a building."

...

Yao Wei’s diary was very detailed.

Most entries had photos that were clearly taken covertly, and the few that weren’t were supplemented later.

The diary was lengthy, and Yang Fan flipped through it to find that there was much more, but he didn’t continue to read on.

He directly sent all the contents to his own phone, and after deleting the record, he returned the phone to Yao Wei.

"With this evidence in hand, you shouldn’t be inside for too long," Yang Fan said.

Yao Wei forced a smile, "But I still have to serve time..."

"How did you end up doing this?" Yang Fan asked.

It seemed from the kid’s diary that he still had some conscience.

Of course, one can’t exclude the possibility that the kid deliberately wrote the diary like this.

After all, the purpose of keeping this diary was for the police to see, and certainly, to find a way to lessen his own guilt.

"I got slaughtered," Yao Wei said dejectedly, "Back then I had a gambling problem and was set up by Lu Qiuyang, owing him two hundred and forty thousand, which doubled to three hundred thousand the next day."

"He wanted me to pay back the money, which of course I couldn’t. At that time, I had a wife who was quite pretty. Lu Qiuyang took a fancy to her, and right in front of me, he threw money and took her into his arms. Then, that bastard, just to make me disgusted, told me to work for him, saying that in consideration of my wife’s face, he could forgive part of the debt."

"If I did well, it was not impossible to be completely forgiven. At that time, I was almost beaten to death by his guys, and being coerced, I thought of countless ways to kill myself. Hearing his conditions, I nearly agreed without any hesitation..."

Yang Fan was shocked.

What talent.

"Didn’t you ever think of killing him?" Yang Fan asked.

"Brother, I know what you’re thinking, and I’ve thought about it too," Yao Wei laughed at himself, "but then I figured it’s not worth it. My wife wasn’t someone I just handed over. At that time, Lu Qiuyang personally came to my house to force the debt, and he took forty thousand on the spot. My wife immediately agreed. Given that I was a compulsive gambler at the time, it’s reasonable for her not to stick with me."

His mind was actually quite clear.

Yao Wei looked down and said with a bitter smile, "It’s just that I was still too naïve back then; I didn’t realize that by getting out of one pit, I’d fall into another. Afterwards, because of the things I did for Lu Qiuyang, he grabbed evidence against me. He intentionally keeps leverage over each of his subordinates to tie us to his sinking ship, and after that, I’ve been trapped in this situation."

Yang Fan got the picture.

None of them are good people.

At that moment, a low knock suddenly came from outside.

Very faint, with a sort of sneaky, coded feeling to it.

Yang Fan immediately stopped talking.

Yao Wei looked towards Yang Fan and mouthed ’Lu Qiuyang’.

Yang Fan gave Wang Daqiang a meaningful glance, then whispered in Yao Wei’s ear, "Open the door, and it’s better not to say anything you shouldn’t. Just do as you said earlier."

"Tipping him off now and ending up possibly getting stabbed doesn’t seem worth it, does it?"

Yao Wei nodded heavily, "Big brother, I understand."

Yang Fan grunted in acknowledgment and let Wang Daqiang release Yao Wei.

Then Yao Wei went to open the door, while Yang Fan and Wang Daqiang hid on either side of the roll-up door.

Clattering.

The roll-up door was lifted halfway.

Immediately after, two men, one tall and one short, walked in crouching.

"Where is that kid Hu Yu?" The short middle-aged man asked as soon as he came in, his feet still not steady.

Yao Wei clattered the roll-up door shut again.

In that instant, Yang Fan and Wang Daqiang rushed out from their hiding spots on the left and right.

Yang Fan’s fist aimed straight for the short middle-aged man, while Wang Daqiang handled the other one.

Both moved with swift action.

As Yang Fan’s fist connected, the short middle-aged man turned his head just in time to hear the commotion.

Yang Fan’s solid punch landed on the middle-aged man’s face, causing his slightly darkened cheek to tremble violently, a bone-cracking sound ensued, and his body tilted to the side, collapsing.

Yang Fan closed in, delivering several more kicks as thunderous as a stampede, breaking the man’s right arm before stopping and slicing open an artery on the man’s wrist.

Yang Fan moved quickly and ruthlessly; the short middle-aged man didn’t stand a chance to fight back.

"Wait, wait!"

Seeing Yang Fan grabbing his left hand, preparing to cut his wrist, the short man hurriedly shouted, "Brother, wait, wait, I have something to say, I have something to say. We have no feud, right? I can give you money, name your price!"

"Are you Lu Qiuyang?" Yang Fan asked coldly.

"It’s me!" Lu Qiuyang said through gritted teeth, the dizziness from blood loss and the excruciating pain of the fracture contorted his face with agony.

"You can guess whether we have any feud or not," Yang Fan said, "Guess right, and there’s a reward!"