Nearly forty billion yuan in debt was repaid, and Xiang Mantang soon received a call from Su Zijin.
She, too, was surprised—how had Xiang Mantang managed to make these people obediently repay their debts, even including the interest?
However, Su Zijin didn't ask further, as she could vaguely guess what Xiang Mantang had done to them; behind this, there must have been bloodshed and killing...
Thus, she asked Xiang Mantang if there might be any trouble and wanted to share half of the money with Xiang Mantang.
Xiang Mantang straightforwardly rejected Su Zijin's idea of sharing the money and told her that there was nothing to worry about, not to think too much.
Afterwards, he hung up the phone.
While driving, Gao Yu hesitated, then said to Xiang Mantang, "Dragon King, there was a minor issue at Jinyu Group recently, but it's already been resolved. You might want to take a look."
"Oh? What kind of minor issue?" Xiang Mantang casually asked. Not waiting for Gao Yu to organize his answer, he took out his mobile phone and searched for news about the Jinyu Group.
Initially, Xiang Mantang saw that Mu Jinyu's company was being slandered, his face darkened, preparing to deal harshly with those ignorant people.
But soon after, seeing the latest news and the solutions by Gu Xiyan, the gloom on his face dissipated, and he watched with a hint of satisfaction as the sharp and prominent Gu Xiyan appeared in the video.
The original Gu Xiyan had been somewhat immature in character, depending more on Mu Jinyu; now, she had matured a lot, silently resolving troubles on her own.
Xiang Mantang was still somewhat worried about Gu Xiyan and the others, fearing that one day he would go to the Kunlun Ruins to search for the Treasure Medicine that could save Mu Jinyu, possibly turning the Kunlun Ruins upside-down and maybe not being able to return. What would happen to Mu Jinyu's family then?
Hence, Xiang Mantang had always restrained himself, not directly rushing into the Kunlun Ruins to cause trouble but instead cultivating loyal followers in Dragon King Hall so that, even if he did not return, Gu Xiyan and the others would be taken care of.
'Perhaps, I can quicken the pace now. If I really can't find the medicine to save my senior brother on Earth, I should go to the Kunlun Ruins soon.'
Xiang Mantang thought silently, and if he didn't return, he could entrust Dragon King Hall to Jian Ruyan's control.
With her character, she wouldn't disregad Su Zijin and Gu Xiyan.
After all, they were the relatives of the previous two Dragon Kings.
Just then, while still driving steadily, the car suddenly braked hard, abruptly interrupting Xiang Mantang's thoughts.
Xiang Mantang sat firmly in his seat, frowning as he asked.
With his skills, he naturally wouldn't be thrown about by the sudden stop, but irritation was definitely present.
With a slightly panicked tone, Gao Yu answered, "Just now an old man suddenly ran onto the road ahead, I noticed him and braked urgently, but I still hit him." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
He was somewhat worried, not knowing if the old man who had suddenly appeared had been run over by the wheels and killed.
"Let's go down and check!"
Hearing Gao Yu's words, Xiang Mantang responded with a tone tinged with reproach and anger, "I've told you to pay attention while driving. If someone is killed, you handle it yourself!"
After saying this, he opened the door and stepped out.
Upon exiting the car, Xiang Mantang momentarily froze.
The road surface bore no marks of someone being run over by tires, no horrifying streaks of blood scattered about.
Instead, an elderly man in a Taoist robe was lying quietly on the ground, the upper half of his body still pinned by a tire, his face blackened with tire marks, as if the tire had just rolled over his face.
How had that not crushed his head?!
What kind of person is this?!
Seeing this scene, Xiang Mantang immediately understood—the old man was certainly no ordinary person.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and pull this old man out!"
While Xiang Mantang was somewhat stunned, the old man lifted his arm and waved it a few times toward Xiang Mantang, shouting.
"Holy shit, you're still alive?"
Gao Yu also got out from the driver's seat and, seeing the old man in such a state, was so shocked that his eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets. Hearing the old man's words, he couldn't help but curse loudly.
"Stop the chatter and help lift the car."
Xiang Mantang frowned and instructed Gao Yu.
Gao Yu glanced warily at the dancing old man, then went over and forcefully lifted the car.
"Ahhh... much better..."
Without the car wheel pressing on his chest and belly, the old man felt much more comfortable, muttered a sentence, and then wriggled like a caterpillar on the spot, successfully freeing himself from under the car.
As soon as Gao Yu saw the old man crawl out, he let go, allowing the car to fall back to the ground.
After that, he stepped back a few steps and stood protectively in front of Xiang Mantang, his eyes warily watching the old man.
It was somewhat plausible for an old man to survive a car hit, but for his face to be rolled over several times by the car wheels without dying wasn't something a normal person could endure.
And how could such a person get hit by his car?
Clearly, he came prepared and intentionally targeted Xiang Mantang.
This was no ordinary scamming old man.
And the scam wasn't for money, but for another purpose.
The old man ignored Gao Yu's guarded look, lifted his arm, and wiped his face with a dirty sleeve, smearing the dark tire marks across his face, making it even dirtier and darker.
Then, he took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, put them on, coughed lightly a few times, and turned to Xiang Mantang, saying, "Let's talk about how you're going to compensate me."
Xiang Mantang's eyes flickered as he asked, "What do you want compensation for?"
The old man irritably said, "Nonsense, of course it's money. You've hit me , and without ten thousand yuan, I won't let you go today!"
"It doesn't look like you're hurt," Xiang Mantang said calmly. "Besides, you crashed into my car yourself, and I can check the dashcam."
Silently for a moment, the old man then spat out a mouthful of bright red blood and weakly said, "I... have an internal injury, stop your nonsense. Either pay up today, give me five thousand yuan, or... I'll die right in front of you!"
With that, he lay down stiffly on the ground.
His body occasionally twitched a few times.
He seemed really gravely injured.
Xiang Mantang felt speechless too.
What kind of person was this? Clearly, he was so strong, yet he was pretending to be dead in front of them for the sake of five or ten thousand yuan. They didn't have the demeanor of a great person at all. Didn't it degrade his value?
Luckily, this road wasn't very busy; otherwise, being harassed by the old man, Xiang Mantang himself would feel embarrassed.
"Enough, enough, get up, I'll give you five thousand yuan," Xiang Mantang said somewhat impatiently.
Of course, he didn't believe that the old man was only there for a mere five thousand yuan to trouble him. There must be another reason. He decided to wait and see.