The Invincible Immortal Venerable of the City

Chapter 51 The Old Bell
In the private room, the atmosphere was a little tense.

"Xiao Yang, what on earth do you want!" Zhong Shuiyu looked at the boy standing in front of him, biting his lip, with an ugly expression on his face.

"What do I want, you don't know, Zhong Shuiyu." Xiao Yang put down the microphone in his hand, walked around in front of Zhong Shuiyu, with a smile on his face: "I heard that you are now a teacher Right? Then I should call you Teacher Zhong."

"Hello, teacher. I chased you in school for so long before and you refused to agree to me. Why?"

Xiao Yang looked Zhong Shuiyu up and down, with a greedy look in his eyes.

"I've said it before, I don't like you, there's no possibility for us, stop pestering me." After Zhong Shuiyu finished speaking, Xiao Yang grinned and nodded.

"I don't like it, it's impossible, isn't it?"

Xiao Yang's expression darkened suddenly, he turned around and kicked the old man.

"what!"

The old man let out a cry of pain, curled up there with fear on his face.

"dad!"

Seeing Xiao Yang's actions, Zhong Shuiyu's expression changed: "Xiao Yang, what exactly do you want!"

"Why don't you kill people and pay your debts? Isn't this a matter of course? Your father lost more than 100 million yuan in my family's business, and now I am asking for the debt as his creditor." Xiao Yang said at the same time As he spoke, he looked at the shivering old man with disdain.

"More than 100 million!"

When Zhong Shuiyu heard this, his face turned slightly pale, and he bit his lip.

Her salary is only more than 3000 yuan.

"That's right, your dad is a man of style. I asked him to play a little bit and he wouldn't do it. Each game costs 100 yuan. Originally, after your dad lost all his money, he wouldn't borrow it from the venue. But who made me like you? Didn't you, for your sake, Mr. Zhong, I gave your dad more than [-] million special approval." Xiao Yang sneered.

"This is all designed by you!" No matter how stupid Zhong Shuiyu was, he understood what Xiao Yang said.

It was clear that it was Xiao Yang and his co-author who cheated her father.

"How can you say that? Isn't your dad just a gambler? I have provided him with a platform and opportunities, and your dad won more than 200 million at the time, isn't it, uncle?" Xiao Yang looked at the old man.

"Yes, yes, I won more than 200 million yuan, that is the one, the top, a stud, all gone!" The old man showed a bit of regret on his face.

"Shuiyu, as long as you give me another chance, I will definitely be able to get back my money!" The old man turned to look indignant: "It's all bad luck!"

"Dad! You still want to gamble!" Seeing the old man's appearance, Zhong Shuiyu's expression changed again and again.

"How can I not gamble? It's only a few thousand dollars a month to find a job, what is it enough for? As long as I can stop in time, I can make a steady profit without losing money! Water and rain, and I discovered a trick that guarantees that I will never lose money in the future." I won’t lose any more money!” The old man said here, and his face, which was full of fear just now, was full of joy.

"Well, people like Uncle definitely won't lose money." Xiao Yang winked at the three people beside him.

One of them understood, stepped forward and slapped the old man on the face.

"what!"

The old man screamed out from the slap, half of his face turned red from the slap.

"Stop! What are you doing!" Zhong Shuiyu rushed forward to protect the old man.

"I said, kill people to pay for their lives, debts to pay back money, I am here to ask for debts." Xiao Yang sneered: "Zhong Shuiyu, today you have two choices, or, I will give you three days to let you Go raise money, but today, your dad has to leave something behind."

As soon as Xiao Yang finished speaking, the person next to him directly pulled out a fruit knife from his arms, and inserted the fruit knife directly into the coffee table beside him.

Zhong Shuiyu's face became ugly, and the old man's eyes widened in horror: "My daughter, my daughter! You can't let them do this!"

"The second choice is that you Mr. Zhong will accompany me well, and if you promise, your father will be able to live through this day in peace today. You accompany me dozens of times, and the money your father owes will be fine." gone."

Xiao Yang grinned: "It's all because of your teacher Zhong's face. I'm not willing to change it to someone else."

"Xiao Yang, you are dreaming!" Zhong Shuiyu gritted his teeth tightly and stared at Xiao Yang in front of him.

Xiao Yang shook his head, and took out a suit of clothes from the bag behind him. It was a pink suit, the whole suit was very revealing, and there was a rabbit tail on the back of the suit.

"I'm looking for someone to tailor this set of clothes specially for you, Mr. Zhong. Look at the opening in the front, it must be very suitable for you." Xiao Yang clicked his tongue and threw the set of clothes in his hand to Zhong Shui rain.

"Now, I'll give you 5 minutes to think about it. Either put on this suit and accompany me well. When I'm happy, your father will be safe today. But if it doesn't work, then there's nothing to do. Your father is suffering a little bit."

Speaking of the latter, Xiao Yang's face has gradually darkened.

"Shuiyu, girl! You can't let them do this! I'm your father! Girl, I can't, I can't have hands." The old man was terrified when he heard Xiao Yang's words, and his whole face was covered with wrinkles. Wrinkled and huddled together, both hands tightly grasped Zhong Shuiyu's arm.

Zhong Shuiyu bit her lip, and threw the suit in front of her.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly crawled over, picked up the clothes again, and stuffed them fiercely into Zhong Shuiyu's arms: "Be obedient, girl, you are obedient! As long as I get through this time, I will definitely not lose in the future." Money! I promise, I promise!"

The old man's voice trembled.

"There are still 4 minutes." Xiao Yang looked at the old man and Zhong Shuiyu with a look of an old god.

He imagined what Zhong Shuiyu would look like in that suit, his eyes flickered.

"People's bottom line can be broken continuously. Once the first bottom line is broken, the bottom line after that will naturally get lower and lower."

"As long as you wear Zhong Shuiyu, I want to see if you can continue to pretend the innocence you have pretended for so many years."

Thinking of this, Xiao Yang couldn't help laughing, sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs.

Zhong Shuiyu's lips were bitten out of blood.

"3 minutes." Xiao Yang said coldly.

"Girl! Daughter!" The old man was pale and tightly clutching Zhong Shuiyu's arm.

Seeing that Zhong Shuiyu hadn't spoken or moved, the old man's expression changed suddenly, and he yelled at Zhong Shuiyu: "Zhong Shuiyu! Don't forget who raised you! I am Your father! You were raised by me, so you must listen to me!"

"Put on your clothes! Isn't it just to stay with Boss Xiao for a while! You won't die!"

"Dad! How can you talk like that!" Zhong Shuiyu's face was ashen, and his heart was like a needle.

"What do you want me to say! Ah? I'm your father, and your father is in trouble now. As a daughter, why can't you make a sacrifice!" The old man blushed fiercely.

Zhong Shuiyu clenched her fists tightly, her fingers and nails were embedded in the flesh and blood.

"2 minutes." Xiao Yang licked his lips, and gestured to a man next to him with his eyes.

The man understood, pulled the fruit knife out of the table, held the handle of the knife, and played with it in his hand.

"Damn it! Put it on, put it on!" A look of fear flashed across the old man's face, and then he looked like he hated iron and steel. As soon as he picked up the suit, he was about to reach out and grab it Zhong Shuiyu's clothes.

When Xiao Yang saw this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, seeing Zhong Shuiyu's face full of indignation and humiliation, yet helpless, his heart was burning.

"What a father who cheats on his daughter." A faint voice suddenly rang out in the private room.

Xiao Yang was slightly taken aback, turned his head to look, and found that at some point, there was an extra person in the private room.

A teenager wearing a whitish t-shirt, a pair of worn jeans, a pair of very old sneakers, and a not-so-handsome face.

He was leaning back on the sofa, holding his head in one hand, and eating a slice of watermelon in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)