Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 250 I Have Some Business at the Village Chief’s House

Chapter 250: Chapter 250 I Have Some Business at the Village Chief’s House

Chen Dashan’s face turned cold, a murderous aura surrounding him, his gaze sharp like a tiger descending the mountain.

Seeing this, the hairs on Sun Wen’s back stood up, and he shrank his neck, frozen in place.

The atmosphere in the living room was oppressive.

No one spoke. Chen Dashan placed one foot on the stool in front of the dining table, his eyes staring at Yan Dazhi with a faint smile.

Yan Dazhi shivered in fear.

He knew a lot about Chen Dashan’s deeds, like seriously hurting Zhao Qiqiang, stripping Qin Lan, and severely injuring several of the Zhao Family’s followers.

"I... I, it’s such a coincidence, I came to the village chief’s house for something... hehehe..."

Yan Dazhi forced a smile, stammering as he made excuses for himself, his heart pounding, afraid that Chen Dashan would come over and attack him.

Silent!

An awkward laugh echoed in the living room.

The atmosphere felt strange.

"Daring to cause trouble in my house, who do you think you are, Chen Dashan?"

From the room beside, a man in his thirties walked out, tall and burly, glaring with his big eyes as he walked towards Chen Dashan.

"Sun Yue, you’re just in time..."

Seeing Sun Wen’s son coming over, Yan Dazhi suddenly felt alive, as if he had found a backer, excitedly running over quickly.

Sun Yue looked fierce, biting his molars, as if ready to pounce at any moment.

Turning his head towards Yan Dazhi, he said, "Boss Yan, don’t be afraid. With the many villagers of Xiaohe Village, are we afraid of this little kid who hasn’t even grown all his hair yet?"

"I, Sun Yue, promise that as long as I’m here, Chen Dashan won’t be able to open the Film and Television City!"

"Hmph!"

Chen Dashan sneered. This Sun Yue was quite boastful.

Did he really think a tattooed arm made him invincible?

Seeing that Chen Dashan wasn’t physically bigger than him, Sun Yue further underestimated him, and with Chen Dashan accompanied by two beautiful women at the door, Sun Yue’s eyes gleamed greedily. He clenched his wrist, ready to challenge Chen Dashan, boasting, "Rest assured, I won’t kill you, I’ll just make you bedridden for half a month at most."

After saying that, Sun Yue grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, and charged towards Chen Dashan with a clenched fist.

"Bang!" A loud noise echoed.

Before Yan Dazhi and Sun Wen could react, Sun Yue flew across the room, his two-hundred-pound body smashing the dining table into two halves.

Sawdust flew everywhere, and the leftovers on the table scattered all over the floor.

Startled, the two men in their fifties jumped in place, Yan Dazhi covering his head with his chubby hands, and Sun Wen, eyes wide, pounced towards the fallen Sun Yue, "Son, are you okay? Are you alright? Son..."

At this moment, Sun Yue lay on the ground clutching his chest, struggling on the splintered wood, blood at the corner of his mouth, his face ashen with pain.

Noticing Chen Dashan looking at him, Sun Yue showed a look of terror, scrambling on the ground in panic, afraid that Chen Dashan might kick him again.

Chen Dashan spoke, "Is half a month too unlucky?"

"Just lie down for a month, and next month start being a decent person, and remember this lesson!"

"Chen Dashan, you’ve gone too far!"

Seeing his son severely injured, Sun Wen was furious, his eyes blazing with anger as he glared at Chen Dashan, wanting to bite him. His index finger pointed at Chen Dashan, trembling either from fear or rage.

"I don’t want to waste words with you. By tomorrow morning, if there are any villagers still renovating in the shop, for each one, I’ll punch Sun Yue a few times. If you think your son’s body is tough enough, I’m game!"

Chen Dashan smiled harmlessly.

Seeing Sun Wen glaring at him angrily, Chen Dashan’s face darkened, saying, "If you hide him, then you’ll take his place, and let’s see how tough this local tyrant is!"

Sun Wen fell silent immediately.

It seemed Chen Dashan wasn’t easy to provoke.

The atmosphere grew oppressive.

No one dared to speak. While Chen Dashan wasn’t looking, Yan Dazhi hunched over, attempting to sneak away quietly.

With a glance from the corner of his eye, Chen Dashan said, "Yan Dazhi, don’t you want your money?"

Yan Dazhi paused mid-step, a chill running down his spine.

Feeling the cold gaze on his back, Yan Dazhi turned obediently, forcing a smile at Chen Dashan, "No, it’s not like that. This... this money isn’t mine, Boss Chen, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Misunderstanding?

Chen Dashan sneered, did Yan Dazhi think he was a fool?

The villagers causing trouble, Yan Dazhi was the instigator. Letting him go just like that, did he think Chen Dashan was easy to bully?

"This money isn’t yours or the village chief’s, so is it mine?"

Chen Dashan bent down to pick up the large bundle of red banknotes on the ground, casually tossing it to Xue Mengyu at the door, laughing, "If it’s not theirs, it must be mine."

Yan Dazhi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The ten thousand yuan was a small matter, getting beaten was more important; his delicate body couldn’t take it.

Sun Wen and his son felt even more hopeless, having lost the money and still beaten badly. Who could they reason with?

Standing by the door, Yan Dazhi shrank his neck, still trying to slip away, but Chen Dashan grabbed him with one big hand, lifting him up. The suit collar choked his neck, and Yan Dazhi’s face turned red, limbs flailing in panic, gasping in fear, begging, "Let... let go, let go of me..."

"Let’s... talk it out!"

At this moment, Yan Dazhi didn’t have a shred of his former bravado. In Chen Dashan’s hands, he was like a dead dog.

Lying on the ground, Sun Yue’s eyes filled with fear. What kind of person was this Chen Dashan? A weight of one hundred and eighty pounds, easily lifted with one hand, he didn’t dare to provoke such a ruthless person.

"Talk it out, can you talk it out?"

Chen Dashan said coldly, "Smack!" A big slap landed on Yan Dazhi’s face, instantly swelling his chubby cheek.

"You, Zhao Qiqiang’s lackey, after causing chaos, can you still speak human words?"

"Smack!"

Another heavy slap, making Yan Dazhi see stars, blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

Sun Wen, hiding behind, was terrified, afraid of drawing Chen Dashan’s attention, covering Sun Yue’s mouth to stifle his heavy breath.

"Smack, smack, smack!"

After several slaps, Yan Dazhi’s face was bruised and swollen, like a dead dog, thrown to the ground by Chen Dashan, unable to speak.

Chen Dashan looked down coldly, "This is the consequence of opposing me. Helping Zhao Qiqiang, I see you, Yan Dazhi, courting death!"

The living room was dead silent.

Yan Dazhi lay on the ground, bleeding from the mouth and nose, his head swollen like a pig’s, while Sun Wen and his son shrank their necks, playing quail, as Chen Dashan coldly scanned the three of them, "Remember my words today, if anyone continues causing trouble in the shop, next time won’t be this easy!"

"We’re leaving!"

Without looking back, Chen Dashan left Xiaohe Village with Han Yifei and Xue Mengyu.

In the car.

Xue Mengyu drove, Chen Dashan sat in the passenger seat, and Han Yifei sat in the back, watching the scenery pass by outside. Suddenly, Han Yifei said, "Is the problem solved so easily?"