C7 I Gave You a Chance but You Didn't Use It!

The abrupt arrival of Chiang Le caught both occupants of the house off guard.

The landlady looked up, her eyes lighting up with hope at the sight of Chiang Le.

The shirtless drunk swiveled around and barked, "Get out."

Without a word, Chiang Le strode over and delivered a fierce punch to the man's abdomen.

Caught off guard, the man let out a muffled groan and doubled over.

Chiang Le seized his hair, jerked his knee up, and with a forceful press of his wrist, slammed his knee into the drunk's chin.

The man let out a scream as several teeth shattered.

Chiang Le was relentless. He kicked the bloodied man to the floor, and while he writhed in pain, Chiang Le grabbed a nearby chair and brought it crashing down on him.

Crash!

The chair splintered upon impact with the man's head, leaving him bloodied and motionless on the floor.

Only after taking the man down did Chiang Le turn to the landlady and help her to her feet.

"Sis, what happened?"

The landlady, who had long since stopped crying, began to weep again at Chiang Le's question.

"Thank you so much, Le."

"Don't mention it. I did what I had to." Chiang Le glanced at the groaning drunk on the floor and asked, "Should we call the police?"

"No, it's pointless," the landlady sighed.

Chiang Le frowned, and the landlady offered a pained smile, "That's my ex-husband..."

Her ex-husband!

So, Little Guoer's father?

Chiang Le looked down at the drunk with contempt. Such a lowlife, blessed with a beautiful wife and an adorable daughter, yet he squandered it all. He truly deserved the worst.

"What's he up to?"

"He's after money," the landlady said with a bitter smile. "He started out fine, but then he got hooked on gambling. In no time, he blew through our savings and took out high-interest loans. Eventually, he lost all semblance of decency."

As she recounted her story, tears streamed down her face again. "I'm not one to despise poverty or chase wealth. Doesn't every woman marry for love? If there was even a hint of him turning over a new leaf, I would've stood by him. But... this monster... in a fit of desperation... he... he... he actually forced me out... to do that..."

Reaching this point in her story, the landlady could no longer find the words to continue. She simply wept in silence, her sighs barely audible.

"When he dragged that creditor into our home and forced me into that situation, I lost all hope for that monster. That very night, I took Little Guoer and left that house behind..." she went on. "During the divorce, I didn't claim a dime of our assets. Instead, I settled his hundred thousand in debts! And what does he do? Squanders everything within days and comes after me again..."

"Now he's got his eyes on this little house... It belongs to my family; my mother let me stay here out of pity... Without this place, where would Little Guoer and I even go?"

The more the landlady spoke, the more wronged she felt, her tears steadily falling, dampening the fabric of her blouse.

Chiang Le, observing her tattered attire, let out a sigh. "Sis, no more tears, okay? Go and change your clothes..."

She nodded in agreement and retreated to another room to change.

Chiang Le, who typically abstained from smoking, found himself lighting a cigarette.

Just then, the despicable husband awoke and, seeing Chiang Le, began to hurl insults. "Son of a bitch, did you really hit me?"

"It was you I hit," Chiang Le replied, stepping on the man's head and pressing the lit cigarette against his cheek.

Sss...

The burning cigarette sizzled against his skin, releasing a foul odor, and the ex-husband screamed in agony, like a pig being slaughtered: "I'm her husband. What's it to you if we have a fight?"

"She's my sister. Bullying her? Not on my watch!"

"Hmph... You two aren't involved, are you?" sneered the ex-husband with a scornful grin.

Just then, Lin Yu, the landlady, emerged in fresh clothes, catching the tail end of the conversation. Her face turned ashen with rage. "Wu Neng, how dare you spread such lies!"

"Ha! I always knew you were no saint. Quit playing the innocent flower with me," Wu Neng spat, his words laced with venom.

"Leave Sister Lin Yu alone from now on. If you don't, next time it won't be as simple as just a beating."

Upon hearing those words, Wu Neng's brazenness surged.

"Kid, you've slept with my wife, put a cuckold's hat on me, and now you've beaten me up like this. You think I'm just going to walk away? Not a chance!"

"What do you want?"

"Pay up!" Wu Neng demanded with unwavering confidence. "For sleeping with my wife, you owe me for emotional distress. Not much, just twenty. Given my wife's skills and flavor... well, you know the drill, it's definitely worth the price. And for medical expenses, a mere thirty. Fifty in total. Make me happy, and I promise to leave and never bother you again."

"Wu Neng, you're despicable," Lin Yu said, her lips quivering with rage.

"Fifty?" Chiang Le asked with a mischievous grin. "And what if I refuse?"

"Refuse? Then I'll just lie here and not budge. I'll hunt down your home, your workplace, and tell everyone how you slept with my wife and left me severely beaten. I'll make you as infamous as dog poop." Wu Neng's face was plastered with a scoundrel's smirk. "Buddy, you'd better agree. You don't want to mess with a shameless guy like me. I'm like dog poop; step on me, and I'll stain your shoe."

"Forget it, you're delusional. Le and I have done nothing wrong; he's merely my tenant," Lin Yu declared, her voice thick with sorrow and outrage. "Little Le is just a struggling student, really poor. Don't try to extort someone as decent as him..."

Chiang Le had never imagined that Sister Lin Yu had endured such a disastrous marriage and had such an ex-husband.

She must have suffered greatly over the years. Despite the hardships, she never once pressed for rent and even occasionally cooked meals for him.

A woman as kind as her deserved a much happier fate, not this misery.

Even in such dire straits, the landlady was still concerned about him. Chiang Le's heart ached for such a compassionate soul.

Taking a deep breath, Chiang Le fixed Wu Neng with a gentle smile.

"Half a million, right?"

"Exactly, fifty, not a penny less!" Wu Neng asserted boldly.

"That's too little... You're shortchanging yourself. How about I give you two hundred instead?" Chiang Le suggested, leaning in.

Wu Neng's eyes gleamed. "Kid, I'm warning you, don't play games with me."

"I'm actually quite formidable and unbeatable, and definitely not poor," Chiang Le confidently stated as he dialed his driver's number. He relayed the situation in hushed tones before ending the call.

Chiang Le gestured to the driver to hold on for a moment, prompting Wu Neng to eagerly await what was to come. Lin Yu watched the two men, her anxiety mounting. She couldn't fathom how today's spectacle would conclude.

Five minutes later, the room was illuminated by brilliant lights as two statuesque men entered. Standing at an impressive 1.9 meters, they were clad in sleek black suits and sunglasses, each carrying a black briefcase.

"Boss, we've brought what you requested," the imposing bodyguards announced, placing the briefcases on the table. With practiced ease, they flipped the cases open, revealing contents that made Wu Neng's eyes bulge and his mouth water.

Wu Neng's eyes sparkled with excitement and avarice. He thought to himself, if he could just extort a hefty sum, he'd be back on his feet and turning his luck around in Macau!

Lin Yu stared at Chiang Le, her face a mix of astonishment and disbelief, as if she were seeing a stranger.

Without a word and with an impassive face, Chiang Le began to slap stack after stack of bills onto Wu Neng's face. "One, two, three, four... twenty. Stop harassing Sister Lin from now on."

"Absolutely, absolutely, I won't bother her again..." Wu Neng hastily scooped up the bills, grinning from ear to ear. "I'll vanish from your sight smoothly."

"One, two... thirty. Here's your medical fee for today." Chiang Le continued, his expression unchanging as he delivered fifty stacks to Wu Neng's face.

"Great!" Wu Neng's smile widened. Taking a beating for five hundred thousand yuan seemed like a bargain to him!

As Wu Neng reveled in his good fortune, he savored the delightful feel of the money in his hands—it was definitely real. He couldn't believe his luck; he was like a foolish donkey loaded with cash!

"Alright, I've fulfilled your request," Chiang Le finally said, halting his actions.

Wu Neng eyed the remaining stacks, his gaze greedy. "Do you want more?" Chiang Le asked, his smile devilish.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wu Neng eagerly nodded.

"Fine." Chiang Le counted out another twenty stacks and handed them over to Wu Neng.

Under Wu Neng's shocked gaze, Chiang Le gripped an iron rod and swung it fiercely at Wu Neng's right leg.

The rod cut through the air like a tiger on the hunt, striking Wu Neng's leg with a crisp snap.

Wu Neng let out a scream, instantly knowing his leg was shattered.

"Everything comes at a price. One leg," Chiang Le said with a smile. "The world is always fair, isn't it?"

As Wu Neng looked on in horror, Chiang Le tossed a wad of cash at him. "That's for your other leg."

Without another word, she swung the rod again, breaking Wu Neng's other leg.

Wu Neng's face turned ashen, his body drenched in sweat as he writhed in agony. "Stop... please... enough, I can't take it. Isn't that enough?"

"There's plenty more where that came from. We're just getting started," Chiang Le taunted, her voice devilish. "Let's round it out. Fifty for two arms."

Chiang Le dumped a boxful of cash onto Wu Neng's head, then, without a hint of mercy, the iron rod came down, breaking both his arms.

Wu Neng lay there, limbs useless, struggling in pain like a pitiful worm.

"Ugh, this is so bothersome. I'm not even enjoying this..." Chiang Le mused, the iron rod hovering over Wu Neng's forehead, her expression one of indecision. "Maybe I should just beat you into a vegetative state? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you for the rest of your life. A pile of stinky dog shit for a lifetime of riches—I think it's a fair trade. Don't you agree?"

Chiang Le smirked, lifting the iron rod high.

Wu Neng was so terrified he nearly wet himself.

Only then did Wu Neng realize that the man before him was no fool easily parted with his money; he was cold and ruthless.

What was this? A direct path to his own demise!

The shadow of death loomed over Wu Neng, filling him with a fear he had never known.

"Please... Sir... Let's talk this over, I beg you... I yield... I completely yield..." Wu Neng sobbed, pleading for mercy.

"Come on, who would pass up the chance to make money?" Chiang Le quipped.

"No more, no more, just let me go as if you're passing gas," Wu Neng wailed in utter despair.

"Are you sure you don't want it? What about the medical fee you promised?" Chiang Le inquired.

"I don't want it, I don't... I'm thoroughly beaten. I won't dare do it again, I swear. I'll never show my face in Jiang City again. Please, have mercy and let me go."

Chiang Le crouched down, his intense gaze fixed on Wu Neng.

"So spineless!" Chiang Le lamented, as if he were disappointed in a wayward student.

"Pathetic!" Chiang Le exclaimed, beating his chest in frustration.

"I gave you an opportunity, and you wasted it!" Chiang Le, with a dismissive gesture, grabbed a wad of bills and struck Wu Neng across the face.

Wu Neng's face was a mess of tears and snot, his pants warm and wet, his body wracked with piercing pain. He was the picture of misery, a far cry from his earlier bravado.

"Boss, I give up, truly. I don't want a single penny. Just let me go, please?" Wu Neng pleaded through his tears.