C3 Make a Profit Again

"Grandfather!" "These are just worldly possessions. If we don't have them, we can earn them back in the future. As long as Qingshan is not afraid of burning firewood, we can make them pay us back in the future." The anger in his eyes flared up, but he could not do anything. If they were to fight, not only would they hurt him due to the large number of people they had, but also his grandfather, who was so old, might not be able to handle it.

"Aiyo, what's the matter? If you don't accept it, then why are you staring? Just wait for us to finish moving your things and take your eyeballs with us. " The leading man roared at Yi Ming. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. The jade pots on the shelf behind the father and son were sparkling and translucent. They looked like valuable items without any defects.

The leading man was about to reach out to grab it when Tang Zheng suddenly leaped up and grabbed the jade pot. He carefully hugged it, "Don't touch my jade pot. You can take the rest. I'll leave this for you, please."

The more the old man cared about the man leading the jade pot, the more greedy he was. As the two fought, the man in the lead kicked him to the ground, while the man in the lead quickly punched the man in the face. The man in the lead held the jade pot in one hand, while the other covered his mouth and spat out two teeth, "Fuck, you little brat actually dared to hit me, you don't want to live anymore, brothers, cripple him right?"

Upon hearing the leader's call, the surrounding hoodlums slowly surrounded him. Their originally greedy faces turned malevolent as they stared at Yi Ming with their fists tightly clenched. "Crack crack crack." Yi Ming clenched his teeth and supported his grandfather as he retreated towards the window behind him …

"Stop!" At this critical moment, a loud shout came from the entrance. Everyone in the room was stunned as they looked at the young man who was gasping for breath at the door.

"Why is there another nosy guy here?" F * ck it, let's fight. " The leading man was already mad with rage. He really didn't want to see blood anymore.

"I've already called the police. The police will be here soon. Let's see how long you can be arrogant for!" Jie pretended to be very confident, but his body was covered with cold sweat.

"Hmph, what can the cops do to us? "We are here officially to collect the debt. They owe me money, so I have a IOU …" Before the leader could feel satisfied with himself, Yi Ming took advantage of the moment they weren't paying attention to him and rushed over to grab the IOU. He tore it up and placed it in his mouth, then swallowed it down.

"Haha, you don't have any evidence now, do you? Hurry up and f * ck off! Otherwise, when the police come, I'll sue you for extortion and murder. " Yi Ming burped, his expression somewhat puzzled.

"F * ck, I'm going to rebel against you. Drag that brat in and beat him up, then beat him to death for me." As he spoke, he smashed the jade pot in his hand onto Yi Ming's head.

Yi Ming felt a humming sound above his head, and a cold air accompanied by the faint fragrance of flowers entered his body, instantly, the scene in front of his eyes became chaotic, it was the chaos of war, the hooves, the refugees, the monarch, the officials, the people in the courtyard, the sighs, and then disappeared into the vast moonlight. Finally, his vision became clear again, and he saw his grandfather's hand over his heart, his mouth mumbling, "Jade Urn, my Jade Urn …"

"Grandfather!" The only sound that came out of his mouth was a minuscule sound like that of a mosquito. He wanted to rush over but his legs seemed to be nailed down and he couldn't move at all. Seeing his grandfather twitch on the ground, the evil person laughed and mocked. Meanwhile, he could only tightly hold the pill in his palm and lie on the ground in anxiety.

"Ah!" A loud scream once again triggered Yi Ming's nerves. He quickly looked around in search for the source of the sound, "Zhijie!" With another "mosquito cry", Yi Ming was on the verge of collapse. The long-haired monster carrying Zhijie fell to the ground, his knee joints already deformed. "No, he's about to enter university, his future is bright! You have ruined him, you beast!

Unable to suppress the anger in his heart, Yiming got up and used all his strength to grab onto the long haired monster's hair. No matter how others beat him, he didn't let go, and in the end, the two of them separated, and a large amount of the long haired monster's hair was torn off by him.