Chapter 5047 — Here to Collect the House
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Since playing ghost had failed, he would have to rely on the living. Boss Huang coming in person was a last resort—it meant taking risks and paying a high price, for he had to spend no small sum to summon this pack of thugs. But to frighten Wei Zhao and Leng Leng away and keep the money rolling in, he could only stake everything.
"Sorry. Then you've come to the wrong place. This house has already been rented to me. The landlord isn't here at all, and I've never even met him," Wei Zhao said mildly.
"What? Rented to you?" Boss Huang looked Wei Zhao up and down, thinking to himself that this young man looked utterly ordinary—so why couldn't he be scared off?
"That's right. So please don't block my door. You gentlemen may go," Wei Zhao said with a curl of his lip.
"Don't play dumb with me. I've come all this way, and the debt has to be collected. Since that thing isn't here, I'll just have to grit my teeth and collect from you instead. You're his tenant, after all—he can settle up with you later." Boss Huang gave a cold, sneering laugh.
"Oh? That's the first I've heard of collecting a debt that way. But judging by your reaction, you didn't come here for me from the very start, did you?" Wei Zhao said with a half-smile. However fine Boss Huang's acting, it was no match for Wei Zhao's sharp eye. If he couldn't see through a situation like this, he wouldn't be Wei Zhao.
"What did you say?" Boss Huang started in fright, then hastily covered it up: "Do I even know who you are? Who'd be bored enough to go after some stranger for no reason? Enough talk—you just don't want to pay up, is that it? Boys, give him a beating! A good thrashing and he'll come around!"
"No problem—when it's done, Boss Huang, you'd better reward us boys handsomely." The thugs' faces lit up at once. They had agreed on this before coming: originally they were only here to put on a show for Boss Huang and frighten the man, but the moment fists actually flew, the price would double.
"You have my word!" Boss Huang said through gritted teeth. He certainly did not want to spend the money, but no acting was flawless, and if the young man saw through his scheme, that would be trouble. His whole fake-ghost racket ran purely on bluffing people out of their wits; once exposed, it would be worth not a cent, and he would never earn a penny from it again.
And now Wei Zhao had actually grown suspicious. That left him no choice but to cut the knot quickly. As long as he could scare the man off, the money would be earned back in the blink of an eye.
The thugs immediately surrounded Wei Zhao. Beating people was routine for a pack like them, and a whole gang bullying one man—a stranger with no local connections at all—carried no risk whatsoever. This money was practically a gift.
By now Leng Leng next door had reached her doorway, and through the peephole she took in the whole scene. She was just about to step out and help Wei Zhao out of his fix—after all, Wei Zhao was only an "ordinary man," and one against so many was bound to end badly for him.
But what she had not expected was that Wei Zhao faced the whole crowd without the slightest fear. A trace of mockery even hung at the corner of his mouth as he looked at Boss Huang and said, "Looks like I hit the mark." (To be continued.)