Chapter 485: Chapter 485

"Get lost, you don’t know shit! I’m telling you, if this matter gets tangled up with that person, we’re all as good as dead in the end. Just look at your brother’s eye, it was blinded by that man.

The four of us couldn’t take him down, he took us out without breaking a sweat. Broken arms, broken legs, your brother lost an eye. Do you all want to end up blind or crippled too?"

Brother Yong was furious, clinging to life.

After so many years on the streets, he naturally had his own calculations, certain survival skills that kept him alive this long. But ever since they ran into that man, he knew the situation was out of their hands.

That person has spilled blood, killed people.

He may look like a smiling Maitreya Buddha to his wife during the day, doing whatever she asks, not daring to go east if she says go west.

Anyone could be fooled into thinking he couldn’t be that cruel.

But when facing them, he was like a demon crawling out of hell.

Someone who would devour them.

He knew all too well that when this man made threats, he meant every word, and if they crossed paths again, they would certainly lose their lives.

Brother Yong didn’t want to die.

If he had known this would get linked to the Song family, he would’ve rather offed Fang Xiaohui right away than let this trouble keep dogging them.

Things had really gone to hell this time.

And it was all due to greed.

"Big brother, I’m not wrong. We’ve come this far, and saying no is useless now. No matter how dangerous that guy is, he doesn’t know it was us. We have the old man and old lady already.

Think of how perfectly our plan was laid out. We’ll grab the money and disappear without a trace. How would they know it was us after we dump the old folks? Even if you want to clear your name now, they wouldn’t believe you.

If he catches us, he’ll assume you orchestrated it all. Whether you stick your neck out or pull it in, it’s still a blade. Even if you’re scared, they’ll think it’s all your retaliation. Why not go big or go home?"

The thin guy, who was manipulative, had everyone nodding along.

Even Brother Yong felt tempted! That’s right!

If they hadn’t kidnapped the old folks yet, it would still be fixable. But now they’ve already been snatched.

If Song Moting found out, he’d definitely think they did it to retaliate for the past incident.

How would that end well for them?

At this point, the best course was to take the money and run.

It’s a big world, what can Song Moting do? He’s just one man.

The Song family can’t do anything to them.

With that thought, Brother Yong finally steadied his mind.

"Alright, let’s discuss our options. Given how far things have come, we need to figure out how to get the money tomorrow and make a clean getaway."

Brother Yong decided, once tomorrow was done, he was gone.

As far away as possible.

Never returning to Jingbei.

"Big brother, I’ve been keeping watch outside all day, and saw Fan Jianguo and Fan Xiuying going around to gather money. I followed them around. One of them was borrowing money everywhere, and the other went to the bank to withdraw a bunch. Looks like they managed to get quite a sum.

No matter how much we get tomorrow, we should take it and run! I’ll get in line to buy train tickets tonight, and we’ll leave by train tomorrow night!"

The big guy was scared stiff by Song Moting.

His arm was already useless, and he didn’t want to risk his life.

Brother Yong nodded and glanced at the room next door.

The old folks were still in there.

"Once it’s dark, drive the old folks up to the mountains. Deal with them quickly, leave no trace. Tomorrow we grab the money and make our escape."

Brother Yong’s eyes now only held ruthlessness.

They had no other choice at this point.

Thinking about Fang Xiaohui, how could they let her off easy?

She got them into such a mess, it was one thing after another.

"Big brother, don’t worry! We understand!"

Brother Yong gritted his teeth, "We can’t let Fang Xiaohui off this easy."

But right now, there wasn’t a good way to get this woman.

He had checked, and unbelievably, this woman had just given birth and still dared to show up and discuss such heinous deals.

Now she was back for her postpartum recovery.

To the world, she was gentle and kind, but who would’ve known her true vicious nature?

Does she really think she can have peace during her postpartum period?

Brother Yong bitterly thought how to deal with Fang Xiaohui.

It’s not time to use them yet. But if they end up cornered, those could be their trump card.

Can’t use them recklessly unless absolutely necessary.

"Go call the Song family, tell them Fang Xiaohui needs to send us 5000 bucks, or else her photos will be pasted all over the streets by tomorrow."

Someone went to take care of business.

Fang Xiaohui was indeed in her postpartum period.

But she was not having a good time either.

Back home, even though she had someone to look after her, her mother-in-law was so begrudging towards her, she wouldn’t even bother to look at her or the child.

Her husband hadn’t come home ever since, and she hadn’t even caught a glimpse of him.

As for the father-in-law, he might as well be a piece of furniture, never concern himself with anything.

Poor her, taking care of the child alone.

At least the child wasn’t much trouble; as long as fed, he was quiet.

But then came another problem. Early in the morning, Fang Peizhong and Liu Hongmei showed up.

This was the first time Fang Xiaohui saw her so-called big brother since he went to the countryside.

She’d never been close to him; since childhood, Ye Hua favored Fang Peizhong, giving him every good thing.

Even when the kids messed up, it was usually framed as Fang Xiaohui and her older sister’s fault, never involving Peizhong.

The best food and drinks were always his.

Hearing Peizhong was sent to the countryside felt like justice, making the pampered man finally taste the hard life of a rural youth.

That’s partly why she didn’t ruin Jiang Xiaoxiao’s plan.

She thought it was good for Peizhong to experience life as a rural youth for a change.

She didn’t want Peizhong to sail through life like he did last time, without any trouble.

But here he was, bringing his wife Liu Hongmei to their home.

Visiting a postpartum sister without bringing a thing, and with Ye Hua already bedridden.

How could it be proper for an older brother to visit an unembellished sister this way? Was something wrong with his head?

The way Mrs. Song looked, it was obvious to everyone.