Chapter 699: Beating People

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Seeing so much money that he had taken out, Aunt Hua was somewhat surprised and shocked.

She hurried over, taking Chen Jiahang’s hand and persuading, “Jiahang, this is one hundred thousand yuan. Without a wife, you can buy one next year. At that time, you can buy one with fifty thousand, won’t you earn fifty thousand more? How profitable it is!”

Aunt Hua tried her best to persuade him. After all, the Yang family had promised to give her one thousand yuan if she could help make this deal.

Looking at the money on the table, He Xiyan clenched her hands tightly into fists, the anger in her eyes seemed to burn all the money to ashes. But she tried to keep her emotions under control. She simply looked at Chen Jiahang, seeing how he would deal with it. Would he really sell her to someone else for one hundred thousand yuan?

At the moment when He Xiyan was quite anxious and angry, Chen Jiahang stood up, his face pulled down, the kind of utmost forbearance vaguely perceivable between his eyebrows.

He went to the wooden table and picked up the money, one stack after another, all in hand.

As if struck by lightning, she suddenly turned pale as snow, while Aunt Hua and Yang Fan aside showed a proud smile. Now that the fool took the money, then they could take her away with them.

But their smiles were frozen in an instant.

Chen Jiahang held the one hundred thousand yuan high up, and then throw them away like garbage outside the door.

“Get out of here…” He pointed to the door, his mouth suddenly opened, furious to the extreme.

Even if he was dumb, they could tell what he was saying by his exaggerated mouth shape.

Both He Xiyan and aunt Hua were shocked.

At the door, Yang Fan watched with eyes wide open. He looked extremely angry after being humiliated. His face was extremely red and his eyes were flaming. Suddenly, he rushed over and grabbed Chen Jiahang’s shoulder, cursing, “You f.u.c.king fool, how dare you throw my money. Have you lived long enough?

After that, he clenched the other hand into a fist and raised it suddenly.

Having already forborne to the extreme, Chen Jiahang gritted his teeth, with a kind of destructive anger emitting between his eyebrows. Suddenly, he stepped forward to Chen Fan’s left side, one hand grabbing his raised arm, and the other hand wrenching his shoulder. With a twist and click, Yang Fan’s shoulder joint was dislocated, his screams out of miserable pain was loud and sharp in the hall.

“Ah…” He screamed. He had been picked up by Chen Jiahang with only one hand like a livestock, and then was thrown out of the door.

“Get out of here…” Again, he moved his lips with exaggeration and said so angrily.

Apparently frightened, Aunt Hua rushed to the door and scrambled to collect the money on the ground. Then she tried to drag Yang Fan and said, “Let’s go. Let’s go. He’s really silly, who wouldn’t want money?”

Aunt Hua persuaded him as she dragged Yang Fan.

For the first time, she saw Chen Jiahang beating people, who was so skillful as if he had practised martial arts before. Besides, Yang Fan weighed at least 70 kilograms, and he could even pick him with one hand. She really didn’t know how he could have such great strength.

It was terrifying, this fool. Once he got angry, it was possible for him to beat people to death. Next time, she would definitely not come.

Yang Fan, whose joints were dislocated and whose face was swollen, gasped for breath and his fingers trembled with pain.

He pointed at Chen Jiahang and said angrily, “Let’s see. f.u.c.k you, wait for me.”