Chapter 119: Dare to Bicker?
Chapter 119: Dare to Settle Scores?
Mengyu opened the courtyard door and stood on the steps, her cold gaze sweeping over the group of people in front of her.
She had already met the tall and fat Ma Dapan.
The man in his thirties who looked somewhat like Ma Dapan must be Ma Dana.
Although it was already October and a bit chilly, he was only wearing a black tank top, exposing tattoos on his shoulders and arms, as if afraid others wouldn’t know he was a gangster.
"Little bitch, you dare to come out?"
Upon seeing Mengyu, Ma Dapan’s anger flared. Remembering being lifted by her belt and thrown out of the courtyard that morning, she was furious.
When Ma Dapan lived in this courtyard years ago, who in this whole alley dared to say no to her face?
Being twisted by the arm and tossed out of her own home to fall flat on her face, such an incident was unprecedented.
What infuriated her the most was that her opponent was just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl!
She thought that after calling her brother over, this servant should be scared enough to hide inside and not come out. How could it be that as soon as her brother knocked on the door and she shouted, Mengyu came out?
Had she come out trembling, it might have been another matter, but there she stood on the third step of the front door, making herself look taller than Ma Dapan.
Looking down on her from a height, Ma Dapan felt an unprecedented rage.
She cursed, "Little bitch, you dared to hit me this morning. Now that my brother is here, behave and let him beat you too, and transfer the house to me for ten thousand yuan. Otherwise—"
"Otherwise, what?" Mengyu coldly looked at Ma Dana.
Yes, the person she was looking at was not Ma Dapan, but Ma Dana, that big and burly tattooed man.
Before, she thought that if Ma Dapan was so arrogant, this man must have some real skills, enough to let her try out her newly learned martial arts.
But from the moment she saw him, she was disappointed.
This man might look tall and strongly built, and who knows how he managed to exert his body’s potential just for toughening up his body. But in reality, his bodily potential was almost exhausted.
A person is like a lamp with a hundred jin of oil available: use one jin per year, and it can last a hundred years. But if you use two jin, or even three jin per year, the oil that was supposed to last a hundred years will run out in fifty or even thirty years.
Exploiting this potential is like burning extra oil. While it may seem brighter than others temporarily, when the oil runs out, the light goes out as well.
Ma Dana was in this situation. He looked to be in his thirties but was already using up the energy of a sixty-year-old. He looked fierce, but Mengyu was sure he wouldn’t live past forty.
The four men he brought with him were similar, just not as formidable as Ma Dana.
Mengyu didn’t want to bother with such people. She waved her hand, "You all go. I won’t bother with you."
With that, her cold gaze swept over Ma Dapan again, then she turned to close the door.
Ma Dapan felt as if her blood had been frozen by Mengyu’s chilling look, the morning’s occurrence vividly returning to her mind, stopping her in her tracks.
Ma Dana thought he had misheard. This young girl, she actually said she wasn’t going to bother with them?
He looked at Ma Dapan, "Sis, she said she’s not going to bother with us?" A young girl, daring to say she won’t bother with them?