The courtyard gate was kicked open with a deafening crash.
The thugs who had long since grown impatient rushed in.
The bald man leading them had a cigarette between his lips and casually twirled a folding knife in his hand, watching the father and son in the courtyard with a mocking expression.
"Well, well, old Yuan, that's no good. You can't even handle a son who's still in school?"
As though he had found a lifeline, Yuan Hongzheng scrambled behind the bald man and pointed at Yuan Su. "Brother Dao! All the money's here! But this brat's trying to fight me! Help me hold him back, and I'll pay the interest right now!"
This month's medical bills still hadn't been paid.
If he couldn't get the money back...
Yuan Su didn't care how many people stood before him. He didn't even see the gleaming knife. He charged forward as though his life meant nothing.
"Fuck. You're asking to die."
The thug at the front didn't think much of the boy who looked like a student. He was about to shove him away, never expecting Yuan Su to move so fast.
Yuan Su didn't dodge at all. He took a heavy punch to the shoulder and, at the same instant, viciously slammed his own fist into the thug's face.
"Aaah!" The thug staggered back, clutching his face.
That sudden burst of violence stunned everyone around them.
No one had expected such a lean-looking boy to have that kind of ruthlessness in him.
Ignoring the piercing pain in his shoulder, Yuan Su seized the opening and grabbed Yuan Hongzheng's collar, nearly snatching back the bag of money.
"Fuck, he's a rabid dog!"
Brother Dao spat out his cigarette butt, his gaze turning cold in an instant.
He abruptly turned sideways, then drove