Li Bing left in dejection, under the watchful eyes of his father-in-law and brother-in-law.
Chen Mo shook his head. If they expected anyone to take such a harmless attempt at collecting a debt seriously, they had another thing coming. If they truly wanted their money back, they would need something like three stabs and six holes, plus paint, manure, and a few strongmen following behind them. Otherwise, getting the money back was nothing but wishful thinking.
He climbed back onto the tree branch and closed his eyes to calm his mind. Some matters needed to wait until he understood them clearly before making a move. He did not want to act first, only to discover later that he had misunderstood something.
However, after seeing Li Bing leave, Li Bing's father-in-law cursed furiously. He then said a few words to the man he had just called out. The two spoke quietly to each other, occasionally looking in the direction Li Bing had gone.
Although Chen Mo was not particularly close to Li Bing's father-in-law, he could hear their conversation perfectly clearly. What they discussed left him speechless. This man, Meila's father, had endured for two years and finally no longer wanted to put up with it. He told the young man, Meila's brother, to find someone to secretly deal with Li Bing—beat him up and force him to leave Cambodia.
Of course, it could not be done in the village. If they dealt with Li Bing there, they would offend the people who had spoken up for him. If Li Bing were injured or beaten in the village, everyone would immediately assume Meila's family was responsible. Therefore, Meila's father had even been forced to protect Li Bing's safety in the village. That was one reason Li Bing had been able to