Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 100: Who’s the Boss

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Who’s the Boss

"Yo!"

"Calling for backup over the phone?"

Sun Xiaolong looked down on these country bumpkins in utter contempt. His eyes, leering at Zhao Jiayao in her blue dress, emphasizing her curvy figure, were full of lecherous light as he licked his lips.

His beady eyes sized her up, lingering on her chest and hips, then he chuckled:

"I’ve taken a fancy to you. Just be my woman and give me a good time tonight, and you can keep your shop open. How about it?"

"You... bastard!"

Zhao Jiayao, who had been running her business alone for years, had a fiery temper. She showed not a hint of fear in her eyes when facing a gangster like Sun Xiaolong.

"Heh heh..."

Sun Xiaolong sneered, stepping closer to Zhao Jiayao with each move.

At over six feet tall and hefty, Sun Xiaolong steadily advanced toward Zhao Jiayao, his approach bearing an oppressive feeling, disturbing her peace.

Zhao Jiayao kept backing away, glaring at him: "What do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?"

Sun Xiaolong said with a suggestive sneer, "Of course, to get you!"

"Hahaha!"

"Big bro, don’t scare the pretty lady too much. Let us brothers have a good time tonight too. Even if we can’t get it on, a little feel is still good..."

"Yeah, look at those big boobs; they could feed me just fine!"

Their obscene and vulgar language was unbearable to the ear.

Zhao Jiayao eyes blazed with anger at this group of men when suddenly, a clear and cool male voice came from the doorway, "Who’s causing trouble here?"

Everyone turned their heads in unison to see Chen Dashan frowning at the entrance.

"Brother Dashan!"

"Dashan!"

Zhang Xuewen and Zhao Jiayao, upon seeing Chen Dashan arrive, ran toward him with tears streaming down their faces.

The villagers of Stone Village also came over, covering their wounds, looking to Chen Dashan as their pillar of strength. There was no fear in their eyes, no shrinking back.

"Who are you?"

Eyeing the handsome young man at the door, Sun Xiaolong frowned, his expression volatile.

He scanned Chen Dashan from head to toe, licking his cheek teeth and swaggering toward Dashan in a splayed-footed walk.

The villagers of Stone Village and Zhang Xueyi looked on with grave expressions.

Zhang Xuewen and Zhao Jiayao clung nervously to Chen Dashan’s arm, who patted Zhang Xuewen’s hand in reassurance. Then he stepped forward to meet Sun Xiaolong’s gaze and said indifferently, "I’m the owner here. If there’s anything, speak to me."

"Speak to you?"

Sun Xiaolong’s face was full of mockery. He swung his right leg casually without giving Chen Dashan a proper look. He slightly turned his head toward his followers and chuckled, "This country bumpkin doesn’t know the rules, daring to talk to me like this!"

"What should we do?"

A group of thugs immediately spoke up, "Dragon bro, you have got to make him understand today who the real boss is!"

"Right, he must know who calls the shots on this street!"

"And we need compensation for our brothers’ injuries, without twenty thousand, we must break his arm today!"

The thugs were shouting, their faces full of aggressive momentum.

Chen Dashan looked at the chaos inside the fruit shop, with fruit flesh and juice all over the floor and shelves down as if the place had been robbed.

Even the newly painted walls were marked with the stains of smashed fruits.

Anger surged in Dashan, a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold as ice.

He spoke, "Then you tell me, how do you want to settle this?"

Sun Xiaolong was startled; he had thought the kid would at least put up a tough front, not that he would cave in so quickly, looking to beg for mercy.

"Well!"

Sun Xiaolong’s face was smug, thinking that Chen Dashan was scared of him. He became even more arrogant and scanned the people of Stone Village. "I won’t make it difficult for you. Since you’re the owner and trouble has happened, naturally you have to take responsibility. Your people hit my brother today; for medical expenses... 200,000..."

"In your dreams!"

Before Sun Xiaolong could finish speaking, Zhao Jiayao interrupted him furiously, gritting her teeth, "200,000, just for this little scratch? You have the nerve to ask for 200,000, why don’t you just go rob someone?"

"Also, if you’re asking for 200,000, how do we count the injuries of all these people?"

The villagers of Stone Village glared at Sun Xiaolong; it was clear he was trying to extort money.

"Hmph!"

Sun Xiaolong snorted coldly, looked up at Zhao Jiayao, and said, "Beauty, getting so angry, were you unsatisfied last night or something?"

"You..."

Zhao Jiayao’s face turned bright red, and before she could finish, Sun Xiaolong shouted angrily, "I’m talking to him, what’s it got to do with you?"

"I’m not discussing this with you, I’m telling you, if you don’t cough up the 300,000 today, I’ll make sure your shop can’t stay open!"

Sun Xiaolong pointed his index finger at the ground, his attitude domineering.

"300,000, is there no justice in this world anymore? Isn’t this just making things difficult for people on purpose?"

"If we’d known it would come to this, we wouldn’t have lifted a finger..."

"Now look, even if we sold ourselves, we couldn’t come up with 300,000..."

The villagers of Stone Village were visibly anxious.

Zhang Xueyi was gnashing his teeth in hatred.

Chen Dashan looked at Sun Xiaolong’s arrogant face and sneered, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Sun Xiaolong was taken aback.

He didn’t grasp what Chen Dashan meant right away and was just about to speak when Chen Dashan continued, "If you’ve finished, now it’s my turn!"

What?

The gangsters exchanged looks, and before they could react, Chen Dashan slapped Sun Xiaolong across the face.

There was a resounding "clash!"

Sun Xiaolong spun in the air and smashed heavily onto the cash register at the entrance, the sturdy wooden table’s leg breaking off. Sun Xiaolong struggled on top of it, failing to recover for a long time.

The gangsters’ eyes bulged out, all filled with shock.

"Big brother!"

"Brother Long!"

They rushed towards Sun Xiaolong.

Now, Sun Xiaolong lay on the ground spinning, the world around him pitch-black, one side of his face swollen like he had been in a severe car accident, a truly pitiful sight.

"Damn it, kill him for me!"

Sun Xiaolong gritted his teeth, spat out a mouthful of blood, and roared at Chen Dashan.

Thinking of how he had dominated Fruit Street for years, he had never met anyone who could beat him up this badly, daring to lay hands on him, where would he, Sun Xiaolong, put his face?

The gangsters bared their teeth in rage but before they could get up, Chen Dashan kicked each one of them away.

"Bang, bang!"

A series of loud noises, the crowd outside watching curiously, and at the sight of it, they were taken aback. The gangsters who often caused trouble on Fruit Street were now lying on the ground, struggling in pain.

"Did they... not win?"

"The shop owner is tough!"

"Tough? You must not know; that’s big trouble. Sun Xiaolong’s cousin is Deng Biao. They even dare to touch Deng Biao’s man; this shop won’t be able to stay open!"

"In this kind of situation, it’s better to stay far away."

People in the crowd were chattering away, Chen Dashan glanced at Sun Xiaolong lying on the ground, walked over step by step, and seeing Chen Dashan’s stern face, Sun Xiaolong sat on the ground, propping himself up with his hands on the floor, scooting backwards non-stop.

Frightened, his facial muscles trembling, he said, "You... you, don’t come any closer, my cousin is Deng Biao, you dare to touch me, my cousin won’t let you off!"

"Is that so?"

Chen Dashan frowned slightly, seeing that Sun Xiaolong was still unrepentant, he kicked him squarely in the face again.