C2 Paternal Debt Repayment

He didn't know why, but Zhijie was moved. The man standing in front of him was still the same guy who usually smiled and acted carefree. Right now, he was a man who could shoulder all the responsibilities.

"Yi Ming, don't worry, I …" Before he could finish, his feelings were blocked by Yi Ming's next move. No wonder that guy wanted to eat the cream cake. It turned out that it was to tease this good brother of his who had a whole new level of respect for him.

"Hahaha …" Sorry, my hands were itchy. I was really careless. Sorry, what were you trying to say just now? What do I have to be relieved about? "

"Ugh …" "It's fine, just pretend I didn't say anything." Zhijie shook his head. Helplessly, he took out a tissue from his pants pocket and wiped the cream off his face. His actions were very elegant, but what Yi Ming saw was fear written all over his face.

"I know, you are always the first to act. You don't mean to kill me to vent your anger, right?" Yi Ming's face was filled with fear as he watched every single move of Zhijie, but his feet were already prepared to slip away at any moment.

"What do you think? "Hand over your life, brat. This time you won't be able to escape." Zhijie threw away a tissue and pounced towards Yi Ming. Unsurprisingly, he missed. That guy had already disappeared without a trace.

Zhijie didn't give chase. Instead, he stood still and smiled while shaking his head. He secretly sighed with emotion, "This is the Yi Ming that I know."

After fighting and making so much trouble along the way, they finally made it back to the shop, only to see a bunch of hoodlums blocking the way, "Crap! "Grandfather!" Yi Ming threw away the item in his hand and hastily rushed over.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Where did all of you come from? How dare you interfere in the affairs of the Black Dragon Gang?" A long-haired man blocked their path, lifting his sleeves to reveal his well-developed biceps and a black dragon tattooed on his right forearm. Zhijie subconsciously took a step back. However, Yi Ming fearlessly stepped forward and shouted, "Scram! The long-haired monster! Don't hinder this young master's return!"

"Oh? "Is this your home?" The long haired man really did move aside. When the panicked Tang family's old man heard Yi Ming's shout, he hastily looked towards the door, "Yi Ming, is that you? Leave quickly, and don't worry about grandpa, leave quickly! "

"Grandfather!" This time, Yi Ming didn't want to follow him and squeezed into the small antique shop. Zhijie wanted to follow him in, but after thinking for a moment, she stopped and quickly ran towards the other side of the road. The long-haired man at the door sneered at his retreating back, turned around, and squeezed into the shop, closing the door behind him.

"Aiya Yiming, why did you have to come here to this muddy water? Let me, this old bones, fight it out with them, and use my old life to repay your dad." Old Tang's walking stick had already disappeared without a trace and was swaying back and forth as he supported himself on the table, barely managing to stabilize his balance.

"Grandpa, don't say that. There will always be money. As long as a person is alive, there are no difficulties that they cannot overcome!" Yi Ming helped his grandpa to sit down and quickly took out a pill from a drawer to prepare. Just in case, he couldn't afford to lose this one and only family member.

"Yes, Old Master, you have to live on. Otherwise, we can find someone with the money to go. Besides, your life might not be worth this price." Ah? "Hahaha …" The leading man in black mocked. He took out an IOU and waved it in front of Yi Ming while proudly saying, "Do you see that? One million and five hundred thousand. Tang Zhaohai's big name. My father owes him his debt. Little brother, do you have any plans?"

"No!" If you ask for money now, we wouldn't have it. You've seen a shop for one old man and one young woman, and the money for food and drinks is almost gone. How can we still have the money to return it to you! " Yi Ming took a step forward to block the man in front of his grandfather, but in his heart, he was thinking of how to get out of this predicament.

"F * ck, you stinking brat, you're even more annoying than this old man. Humph, that's not right, you said there's an old and a young shop, we don't need the old and the young, but this shop …" "Brothers, give it to me. Let's see how much these rotten iron can sell for and whether or not it can be sold as a leader."

He hurriedly kneeled on the ground and begged, "Don't touch my treasure, don't touch my treasure! Please, I'm begging you, I'd rather you take my old life than see you destroy the blood and sweat of my life."