The Country Maiden: Fields and Leisure
Chapter 473 - 471: Who Sent You?

Chapter 473: Chapter 471: Who Sent You?

The Wang Family’s younger generation was still green and had seen little of the world; they had never heard such a request in their lives.

It took a moment before they realized what was happening. Isn’t it about tying people up? Although they seldom tied up people, every year they tied up a couple of pigs.

Without missing a beat, they quickly tied up the loafers who willingly surrendered themselves. Just like tying up pigs during the New Year, they had them lie down, raise their hands and feet, and secured them with their clothes.

Then, they lifted each of them in front of the Wang Family members.

Among the loafers, some had seen Wang Yongzhu kick Hunter Qin into the air. While being bound and carried by the Wang Family’s younger generation, they didn’t forget to speak in their own defense, "Brother, none of us laid a hand on anyone. We were just paid to join the commotion..."

Upon arriving in front of Wang Yongzhu, each of them behaved like mice who had just seen a cat, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Wang Yongzhu asked a few questions and learned that these people were hired by Boss Ma just for show. The baskets they carried were light as a feather, with a few dry branches at the bottom and a thin layer of mountain goods on top.

Their task was simple: arrive at the destination, raise their carrying poles, and intimidate people.

The job wasn’t tiring, and the payment was good. Though the dozen or so loafers sensed something fishy, the silver’s appeal was enough for them to agree.

On any given day on the streets, they were involved in swindling travelers; none of them were good people, but they hadn’t taken a life with their own hands.

Figuring that at most they would only be scaring people, and considering that Boss Ma, despite being ruthless, was known for his loyalty, the group of loafers didn’t want to cross him.

How could they have imagined that the person they were threatening and intimidating was the brother of the notorious Wang Yongzhu?

Had they known, not even ten times the courage would have made them dare to do so.

Loafers are typically good at reading people and acting accordingly. Now in front of Wang Yongzhu, a dozen grown men cried a river, their faces pasted with snot and tears, unable to wipe it away since their hands and feet were tied, presenting a sight too pitiable to witness.

Seeing that nothing useful could be obtained from questioning the loafers, Wang Yongzhu had them moved aside to spare her own eyes further affliction.

On the other side, Boss Ma was extremely anxious. Although he was tied up and couldn’t move, his eyes constantly followed Wang Yongzhu.

Seeing her finish questioning the gang of loafers, he knew it was almost his turn and suddenly shifted his body restlessly.

The Wang Family’s younger generation, who was watching him, kicked him, "Stay put and don’t you try any tricks!"

Boss Ma’s eyes darkened. He had been mixing it up outside for many years, and since coming back to town, no one had dared treat him this way. In a low voice, he said, "Kid, you better watch it, don’t make your Grandpa Ma—"

"Who’s your grandpa? Now that you’re tied up like a rice dumpling by us, you still claim to be grandpa? I’m your Grandpa Wang!" This young member of the Wang Family didn’t go to town often and naturally hadn’t heard of Boss Ma’s reputation.

Feeling confident in his own village, he mocked while giving Boss Ma another kick.

The kick landed right on Boss Ma’s back, sending him sprawling in front of Wang Yongzhu.

Wang Yongzhu stopped in her tracks, and Song Chongjin stepped forward, lifting Boss Ma off the ground, keeping him at a distance from Wang Yongzhu, and then let go to stand aside.

"Who sent you?" Wang Yongzhu didn’t beat around the bush and asked directly.

Of course, Boss Ma couldn’t reveal that information. Codes of the underworld dictated that divulging employer details would tarnish their reputation in this line of work, making it impossible to make a living later.

So he just clenched his teeth and remained silent with his head tilted back.

"Not talking? Fine. I’m curious to see if it’s Boss Ma’s mouth that’s tough, or if it’s the bones of your brothers!" After Wang Yongzhu finished speaking, she paused, surprised by her own words – weren’t these the lines of a villain in a TV show?

On the other side, Song Chongjin had already walked over to another injured man, clutching the man’s arm and looking threateningly at Boss Ma.

Boss Ma was a man who valued loyalty most; these brothers had been through life and death with him. Seeing them hurt, the veins on his neck bulged out in his urgency. "What are you playing at? I make the decisions here. They’re only following my orders! There’s a head for every grievance and a debtor for every debt. Direct all your tricks at me! If I say ’no,’ then I’m not your grandpa Ma!"

"Break his leg!" Wang Yongzhu looked at Boss Ma and said coldly.

Song Chongjin glanced at Boss Ma and his eyes swept the ground, picking out a carrying pole. With a flick of his toe, he lifted the pole into his hand, weighed it twice, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, with a kick, he knocked the injured man to the ground, and as the man fell, he hit his injured arm, sucking in a breath from the pain, his mouth filled with constant swearing.

Song Chongjin’s eyes turned cold, and with a kick somewhere at the man’s waist, the man couldn’t even groan, his face turned white, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

The man lay on the ground, curled up, convulsing all over, only occasionally letting out gasps of air.

Although these men were no strangers to blood and had dirty hands, they were used to calling for fights and seeing blades go in white and come out red; they had never seen such tactics before and couldn’t help feeling a chill down their spine.

Especially since this man was the fiercest and most ferocious among their group of brothers, now lying on the ground like a skinned caterpillar, none of his former grandeur to be seen, casting an even deeper shadow over their hearts.

Seeing the changed expressions on Boss Ma’s men, Wang Yongzhu felt assured.

She nodded at Song Chongjin, "One by one, this brother may bear not speaking up, but perhaps the next one won’t be able to endure..."

With those words, Boss Ma’s complexion immediately changed.

He was at a crossroads: either he could be certain he would endure to the very end without revealing a word, or he could confess everything right there and then; otherwise, the bond of brotherhood could easily be manipulated.

At that moment, the terrible pain that the injured man couldn’t describe finally subsided. The man let out a breath, his clothes soaked through with cold sweat.

It took a while for him to catch his breath.

But the man really did have a fierce nature. Despite everything, as soon as he had recovered, he was stiff-necked, "Is that all you’ve got? Come on, I’m not afraid of you!"

"Start!" Wang Yongzhu gave the order, looking at Boss Ma’s struggling complexion, waving her hand.

Song Chongjin stepped on the injured man’s waist, and without applying much force, the man couldn’t move as if he were a dead fish, completely at mercy for the taking.

Swinging the carrying pole around, he aimed it toward the injured man’s leg—

"Don’t!"

"Eldest Brother, just tell them!"

...

The man hadn’t even been hit yet when the other subordinates, unable to bear it, began to beg one after the other.

Boss Ma’s face was ashen, and he kept silent.

Song Chongjin’s hand, upon hearing the voices of the subordinates trying to stop him, hesitated, then he looked at Boss Ma.

Seeing Boss Ma remained silent, the carrying pole was lifted again.