Unfathomable

Zhang Yang lowered his head, ate a bite of food, took a sip of wine, and then slowly pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"Come on, let's talk outside." He stood up with a smile and went to meet her.

"You have a problem with that?" The man called Brother Wei squinted at the young man who had suddenly stood up, a vague sense of unease flashing through his mind.

"A little." Zhang Yang smiled, opened his arms, and put his arm around her.

Brother Wei raised an eyebrow, about to unleash a torrent of abuse, when suddenly his expression changed drastically.

The next second, he felt an indescribable, immense force coming from his arm, as if it were squeezing him like heavy machinery.

Crunch, crunch.

"I!"

He nearly vomited blood.

Zhang Yang smiled and put his arm around his shoulder, his expression unchanged. "Today is our housewarming party. If you have something to say, say it. What's with all this shouting in the hall? Come on, let's go outside."

From the perspective of the others in the private room.

It was as if Zhang Yang walked over, opened his arms, and led a few people straight out of the private room.

"Are you alright? Should we call the police?"

"I'll go take a look."

At this moment, the group finally arrived outside the private room.

To be precise, I was not in control of my own destiny; I was pushed out of the private room.

"Say sorry." Zhang Yang smiled and looked at Brother Wei.

"Fuck you..." Brother Wei opened his mouth, about to curse.

Zhang Yang slapped him across the face.

"Explain."

For a moment, Brother Wei's mind went blank, then his mouth felt hot.

He opened his mouth and gagged, spitting out countless broken teeth mixed with blood.

"Will you talk or not?!" Zhang Yang stepped forward and grabbed his hand, applying slight pressure.

"Ah!" Brother Wei screamed in agony, "What are you doing?! Help me, ah, help me!"

The door to the private room opened.

Zhang Zhaohai and his wife came out. "Are you alright, son?"

"It's alright, it's alright, I just found out. It's someone I know, so don't call the police." Zhang Yang turned around and smiled. "You guys eat, I'll handle it."

"This..." Zhang Zhaohai looked suspicious.

"Right?" Zhang Yang exerted a little more force, looking at Brother Wei with his eyes.

"Yes, yes, it's nothing, it's nothing," he said hastily, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhaohai muttered to himself.

This person is a bit strange, and seems a little nervous. Why is he sweating so much just from shaking hands?

"Well... let's go in first." Zhang Zhaohai nodded and returned to the private room with Song Wenqin.

It wasn't that they were careless; they simply trusted their son, Zhang Yang, far too much.

A few moments later, only a few people remained in the corridor outside the private room.

The others didn't not want to come up... it's just that... this group was a bit too aggressive.

They were just collecting debts, usually swaggering around and intimidating people, but this one move—in no time, without even a few words—made the leader look like a toothless old woman. How could they dare to do that?

"What if I listen to you?" Zhang Yang released his grip.

This grip used only a negligible amount of his strength, but it was enough to feed an ordinary person.

Brother Wei frantically shook his hands, trying to relieve the pain.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

The principle that a wise man doesn't suffer a loss in front of him applies everywhere.

"Where are you from? Who sent you?" Zhang Yang thought for a moment, then decided it was pointless to ask; it was obvious these people were from a debt collection agency. So, he held out his hand, "Business card?"

"Here you go!" Brother Wei pulled out his business card without hesitation.

Zhang Yang glanced at it.

Fuchang Used Cars specializes in: buying, selling, and leasing used cars, as well as financial loans.

I'd heard that people from all walks of life were flocking to the used car business, and now it seems that's true—it's a real mixed bag.

"I won't keep you for dinner." Zhang Yang put away his business card. "Oh, and go inside and apologize to everyone... You bastard, you've ruined their meal, you know that?"

Brother Wei's expression shifted several times before he nodded decisively.

"Fine! I've met my match today. You decide what to do!"

A moment later, inside the private room.

Several people stood with their heads drooping, facing the long line of guests.

"I'm sorry to have disturbed everyone's meal!"

The group bowed together in apology.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Those guys who were so arrogant just a moment ago, how come they've all become so subdued after going out with Zhang Yang? Especially that guy, why is his speech a bit slurred? Is he toothless?

After apologizing, the group all looked at Zhang Yang, as if seeking his opinion.

Zhang Yang waved his hand.

The group hurriedly ran away.

"Uncle, what happened?" Zhang Yang watched the group leave and then looked at his uncle.

Song Wenbo's expression changed several times.

However, Zhou Xiaona, the aunt-in-law standing to the side, suddenly spoke up, her tone full of complaint. "What else could it be? Our family needed money, but you wouldn't lend us any! Your uncle and I had no choice but to take out a loan! Now we're being chased by creditors all over the world."

Upon hearing this, many people at the scene changed their expressions and looked at Zhou Xiaona with strange eyes.

What kind of talk is that?

Song Wenqin's expression also turned cold immediately.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang chuckled. "Auntie, what you're saying is a bit... nonsensical. What business is it of ours if your family needs money? Why should we lend you money? Just because we have more money doesn't mean we should lend it to you or owe you anything."

He had initially intended to maintain a facade of politeness, but since Zhou Xiaona had said such things... who was Zhang Yang? He was someone who would listen to reason but not force. So what if they were relatives? If she angered him, he would still turn on her.

"And... if you don't have the ability to repay the money, why are you borrowing it?" Zhang Yang blinked, suddenly guessing a certain possibility.

Could it be that they knowingly borrowed the money because they couldn't repay it? Did they think that by making a scene and causing a scene, someone would bail them out?

Even more surprisingly, this group of people came looking for us at our housewarming party today.

Could they have been deliberately lured here?

"Song Wenbo!" Zhou Xiaona was startled, then shrieked as she looked at Song Wenbo. "I can't live like this anymore!"

"This... this... I can't do anything about it!" Song Wenbo said helplessly.

At a time when everything is in complete chaos.

"Cough cough!" A coughing sound came from the side; it was Grandma coming over.

"Grandma." Zhang Yang stepped forward and helped her up.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Grandma stepped forward, looked at Song Wenbo with a complicated expression, and then gave him a hard tap on the head. "You! Have you lost your mind?! Why do you insist on doing things when you don't have the money? Don't you understand the principle of doing only what you are capable of?"

"Mom, I just wanted to... I wanted to expand the business, didn't I? I'm borrowing money, not gambling or playing around!" Song Wenbo still felt a little aggrieved.

"Then you should be able to handle this yourself!" Grandma said angrily.

"Mom, don't worry about it. We'll handle our own problems," Zhou Xiaona said angrily. "At worst, we'll be threatened every day, at worst, your granddaughter will have nowhere to go!"

"What kind of talk is that!" Grandma's voice trembled. "How much do you owe exactly?"

Zhou Xiaona turned her head away and remained silent.

"Mom... it's about 500,000. If we can't pay it back by then, it'll be much more than that," Song Wenbo said with some shame.

Grandma was stunned, her lips trembling as she couldn't speak.

After what seemed like an eternity, she hesitated before looking at Song Wenqin, "Wenqin, I'm begging you, please lend a hand..."

"How can this be!" Song Wenqin supported her mother, glaring angrily at Zhou Xiaona.

If they had a better attitude and the couple had come over to apologize earlier, she might have been able to be lenient.

But look at them, every step they took was fraught with malice and meticulous planning, and in the end they even made their own elderly mother step forward?!

How could she possibly recognize him?!

"Wife, let's help," Zhang Zhaohai advised kindly from the side.

Harmony in the family brings prosperity in all things.

What can be done about this hatred? Should we let an old man keep begging? Should we put our wives in a difficult position?

Shut down!

Song Wenqin's face showed a moment of struggle.

"Forget it, Mom and Dad, you don't need to worry about this." Zhang Yang gave Zhou Xiaona a deep look. "Auntie, it's best if today's incident wasn't your doing."

Zhou Xiaona avoided eye contact with Zhang Yang, her expression darting away.

Zhang Zhaohai and his wife's expressions changed, as if they had thought of something.

What should have been a housewarming party turned sour because of this incident, making everyone unhappy, especially Zhang Zhaohai and his wife, whose expressions were constantly shifting between anger and displeasure.

After the banquet, the couple saw off their many guests.

Zhang Yang then took out the business card and looked at the specific address of Fuchang Used Cars Company.

The company's location wasn't unfamiliar; it was inside a car market in Yinghai. Inside that car market, there were numerous 4S car dealerships, and of course, all sorts of used car sellers were everywhere.

"Mom and Dad, you're busy, I'm going out for a bit."

Zhang Yang casually remarked, then drove his Cullinan straight to the car city.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Inside the auto city, in front of Fuchang Used Cars.

Zhang Yang parked his car directly at the entrance and went straight into the store.

This Fuchang Used Cars looks quite large, with two floors, resembling a 4S store, complete with showroom and offices.

Right now, it seems there are people busy in the showroom.

Zhang Yang came here with a specific purpose, of course.

Is he a tough guy? If he gets the short end of the stick, he'll get his revenge. Fine, no need to wait any longer. He'll come straight to our hideout. Let's see what he's up to.

"Brother? Looking at a car?"

Inside the exhibition hall, a man dressed in a black suit, but whose words couldn't hide his worldly air, came over and asked a question.

"Hmm, let me see," Zhang Yang said casually.

"Brother, what kind of car are you looking at? We have plenty of cars here, let me show you around," the man said with a smile.

As he was speaking, he seemed to hear footsteps coming from upstairs.

And there were also sounds of cursing and swearing.

"Damn it, we have to get our revenge! I found out, that Haiqin Restaurant belongs to them, we're going to send someone to cause trouble!"

"My teeth! I really want to break his legs!"

Immediately afterwards, a figure being helped down the stairs came face to face with Zhang Yang.

The incident happened so suddenly that he was stunned.

"Quick! That's him! Pull down the roller shutter!" Brother Wei suddenly shouted, instinctively covering his leaky mouth.

Suddenly, more than a dozen people ran out from upstairs and downstairs.

The young man who had just been greeting Zhang Yang with utmost respect was now staring at Zhang Yang with an unfriendly expression.

"Hahaha!" Brother Wei laughed loudly. "I was just about to go find you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door yourself... Come on, apologize first."

Zhang Yang's expression was strange; he felt that this person really didn't learn his lesson.

That's it?

Honestly, with a dozen or so people coming, they wouldn't be enough for him to handle with just one finger.

Let's just say this about his abilities.

If it's purely a siege, at most we could bring some sticks or other weapons, but no matter how many came, they wouldn't be a match for him.

If it were swords, spears, or clubs, he might use an Injury-Free Card to be on the safe side, but he doesn't have to, since his reflexes are very fast and these people's movements are like slow motion to him.

In short, he's invincible.

"What the hell do you know?" Zhang Yang laughed as he stepped forward and slapped him across the face. "Never learned your lesson!"

Brother Wei was stunned, and on his own turf, he got slapped again.

"Brother Wei!"

"Brother Wei, are you alright?!"

"Attack! Go up and fight!"

In the distance, someone led in a golden Tibetan mastiff. Its fur was glossy and shiny, and it was drooling as it barked incessantly.

"Bite him!"

The man released the dog's leash, and the Tibetan Mastiff barked and pounced.

Zhang Yang glanced at it, and without thinking, slapped it across the face.

A crisp snap.

Those who come alive, those who go dead...

"The boss's dog!" The man leaned over for a look, then screamed and collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with terror.

Extreme fear.

The Tibetan Mastiff, which had been lively and ferocious just moments before, was now dead, its head smashed into it, without even uttering a sound.

One slap, and the dog's head was knocked off.

If that were slapped right in my face...

Brother Wei was some distance away, felt a chill run down his spine and subconsciously touched his head.

Inside the store with the roller shutter door down.

Suddenly, a series of clanging and banging noises erupted.

It only took about ten seconds in total.

Then, silence fell, except for the wailing that could be heard everywhere.

Zhang Yang was the only one left standing in the entire store.

He casually walked over and pulled open the roller shutter door, instantly illuminating the exhibition hall.

Outside the door, a figure stared in utter astonishment at the figures lying on the floor inside the store, and then stared in utter astonishment at Zhang Yang.

"Mr. Zhang?!"

Zhang Yang was taken aback as soon as he opened his mouth.

Who are you? Do you know me?

"Mr. Zhang, this shop is mine." The man's tone was full of respect. "I once saw you in the conference hall of the Four Seasons Hotel, but at that time I felt I wasn't good enough for you and didn't have the courage to talk to you..."

"This has become quite a fuss," Zhang Yang frowned, "You should have someone else handle it."

Before long, Brother Wei, who had a lisp, came forward. Naturally, he dared not hide anything and told the whole story clearly.

"Well done!" The man stepped forward and, without saying a word, slapped Brother Wei across the face. "Are you blind? Boss Zhang's family is having a housewarming party, and you dare to go and cause trouble... You've caused such a huge mess."

He cursed as he bowed to Zhang Yang.

"Mr. Zhang, I definitely need to give you an explanation for this. I'm truly sorry; it was our people who didn't understand the situation. I apologize on their behalf..."

He waved and whispered a few words.

A short while later, something was delivered. "Mr. Zhang, this is... this is your uncle's IOU, please accept it."