How Deep the Grudge?

The landlord had figured it out, which was why he felt so wronged: it was you tenants who brought trouble to me.

He did not complain outright, but there was inevitably some resentment between the lines.

Seeing that he understood the situation, Xiao Qin asked again, "The kidnappers are hard to deal with, so you think we're easy to deal with?"

Of course the landlord did not think so, but he still said, "I've already said it. I have to take the house back."

"If you refuse to vacate, then I'll have no choice but to find someone to forcibly evict you."

There was nothing wrong with that. The contract was right there, and as long as the landlord was willing to pay double compensation, he could take back the house at any time.

But Xiao Qin was not about to indulge him. "Go ahead and find someone. But you'd better understand that we can make your entire family disappear too."

"Our enemies don't even dare come knocking on our door. They only dare kidnap your family... who gave you the nerve to offend us?"

The logic was sound, but the landlord had his own reasoning: I don't know who the kidnappers are, but I know who you people are!

He could only say despairingly, "You brought disaster upon me. Can high-level Awakened Ones really do whatever they want?"

Xiao Qin was unmoved. "Instead of wasting your thoughts on that, why not report it to the City Garrison? The kidnappers are the truly heinous criminals."

Yet the landlord's attitude was, "Neither side of you is any good. What's wrong with returning the house and living somewhere else?"

Just then, Bentley walked out. With a flick of his hand, he severed the man's right arm.

Then he tossed out a stack