C7 After Taking My Money You Should Immediately Move Out!

After Yu Qiulian issued the eviction notice, she moved to close the door.

But a muscular man at Qian Zhihao's side gestured and halted the door's closure.

"What are you trying to do, breaking into a private residence like this?"

Qian Zhihao laughed and teased, "My dear, why not discuss the price with me?"

"The house is not for sale. It's mine, and no amount of money will change that!"

"Even if we can't strike a deal, we can still be friends, right?"

Yu Qiulian, unnerved by Qian Zhihao's piercing stare, retorted, "Get out! If you don't leave, I'll call the authorities!"

"Alas, I had no intention of being forceful, but since you refuse to see reason, don't blame me for my lack of courtesy!"

With that, Qian Zhihao signaled to the muscular man beside him.

In response, the man ripped the door off its hinges, smashing it into eight pieces. Yu Qiulian backed away in terror.

Seeing Yu Qiulian's frightened state, Qian Zhihao couldn't help but sneer, "It's true what they say: the finest wine needs no bush. Who would've guessed such a stunning beauty would reside in such a dilapidated place!"

Inside the house, Lo Chen was disturbed by the commotion while meditating.

Upon stepping outside, he discovered the ruined door and a terrified Yu Qiulian.

"Mother, are you okay?"

Lo Chen quickly moved to shield Yu Qiulian, and upon seeing she was unharmed, he glared menacingly at the unwelcome visitors.

"Wow, I wouldn't have guessed you had a son this grown. You certainly hide it well!"

Lo Chen, detecting the disrespect in Qian Zhihao's words, demanded coldly, "Who are you, and what do you want?"

"Kid, we've come to buy your rundown house. Here's a hundred taels of silver. I bet a pauper like you has never seen this much money in your life!" Qian Zhihao jeered, tossing a bag of coins onto the ground.

"A hundred taels, just enough to fix the door! Mother, take it!"

Lo Chen, seizing the opportunity, scooped up the bag of silver and handed it to Yu Qiulian. He then turned to the dumbfounded Qian Zhihao and quipped, "Why are you two still standing there? Since the door's wide open, I won't bother seeing you out!"

Qian Zhihao, seething with anger and humiliation, approached and demanded, "Take my money and get out immediately. If you don't want to move, perhaps your mother would like to spend a few days with me. Who knows, I might even gift her a larger house!"

The audacity! He had the nerve to target my mother!

Enraged, Lo Chen delivered a swift slap across his face.

Smack!

The sound reverberated through the small courtyard.

Qian Zhihao bellowed, "You've got guts, hitting me like that! What are you waiting for? Didn't you see me get slapped?"

The muscular man finally snapped to attention and charged at Lo Chen.

Lo Chen could tell this man was no ordinary fighter; his speed and the power radiating from him as he moved indicated he was a martial artist at the eighth level of the Body Tempering Stage.

Lo Chen, not yet at the fifth level of the Body Tempering Stage, knew he was outmatched. Then he remembered the Iron Guard at the Qi Condensation Stage that Housekeeper Lo had assigned to him.

"ASAN!" Lo Chen called out.

In a flash, a lean but deadly man appeared, positioning himself protectively in front of Lo Chen.

With a swift kick, he sent the formidable man at the eighth level of the Body Tempering Stage flying.

Crash!

The man was hurled into a millstone at the corner of the courtyard, writhing in agony.

Qian Zhihao was stunned. He had paid a hefty sum for a martial artist of such caliber, only to watch him get effortlessly kicked away by the seemingly unassuming man.

Lo Chen stepped up to Qian Zhihao and landed a solid punch in his abdomen.

Despite being a martial artist at the second level of the Body Tempering Stage, Qian Zhihao's martial arts talent was mediocre at best.

Facing Lo Chen, who was at the fourth level of the Body Tempering Stage, he was powerless.

Clutching his stomach in pain, he gasped, "You can't hit me! I'm the brother of the Lo family's lady, the nephew of General Lo Wushuang. If you dare lay a finger on me, I'll make sure you die without a place to be buried!"

When Lo Chen heard Qian Zhihao claim to be Lo Wushuang's brother-in-law, his interest was piqued. "With Lo Wushuang's multitude of wives, how can I be sure whether you're telling the truth?"

Qian Zhihao, mistaking Lo Chen's pause for fear, boasted, "I am the brother of Lo Wushuang's twelfth concubine, Qian Yuzhu, and the esteemed young master of the Qian family in the southern city. If you kneel and apologize now, I might just spare your life!"

Just then, the sound of drums and gongs echoed from outside.

Qian Zhihao was perplexed. Why such a commotion in the middle of the afternoon? Could someone be celebrating a wedding?

Soon, the drumming ceased at the doorstep.

"The Lo family joyfully welcomes the Ninth Young Master and his wife home!"

Ninth Young Master and his wife?

Qian Zhihao was filled with confusion. As a relative by marriage, he was no stranger to the Lo family. He knew the Ninth Young Master well – wasn't he the simpleton with the Innate Holy Bone? But why would they...

It didn't take long for Qian Zhihao to piece things together. The youth before him commanded a formidable guard, and the Lo family was now at the gate, announcing the arrival of the Ninth Young Master and his wife. Surely, this could only mean the family in question was a mother and son duo.

"Lo, Lo, Lo..." Qian Zhihao stammered.

Seeing his hesitation, Lo Chen chuckled, "Lo, what's the matter?"

In an instant, Qian Zhihao was on his knees, shaking as he spoke, "Young Master Lo, I never intended to disrespect you or your mother. I beg for your mercy, please spare me!"

"Asan, inform the Lo family outside that I'm tied up with some matters and ask them to wait," Lo Chen instructed.

"Yes, Young Master!" Asan replied.

Lo Chen stepped forward, seized Qian Zhihao by the collar, and hoisted him to his feet. "You've got some nerve, coveting my mother! You were so bold earlier, threatening me with consequences, but now your connection to Lo Wushuang won't save you!"

After finishing his words, Lo Chen unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks on Qian Zhihao, leaving him barely clinging to life before disdainfully tossing him aside.

Yu Qiulian shielded her eyes, too frightened to watch the scene unfold. It wasn't until Lo Chen ceased his assault that she came to her senses.

"Xiao Chen, what was all that commotion outside?"

Lo Chen offered a smile, realizing he hadn't yet shared the news with his mother. "Mother, I've not only grown wiser, but I've also entered the Martial Tao and regained my Innate Holy Bone talent. The Lo family is now keen on having me return. You won't have to toil away as a laborer to provide for us anymore!"

"I always knew it; I knew my son would make something of himself!"