Chapter Twenty-Six: Collecting Protection Money

t cultivator who was at the Great Vehicle stage.Even if these two pills were combined, they wouldn't be enough to raise his cultivation level.Thinking about this, he let out a slight sigh. He would le...As he spoke, he casually glanced at Qin ChuChu. Seeing the scenery under her long skirt, he couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his nostrils. This woman's figure was simply too perfect.

A little more and it's too fat, a little less and it's not enough. It's perfect, almost like a sculpture of Venus, only with two more delicate arms.

Just because of that, the feeling he got after just one glance was too stimulating. He hurriedly turned his head away, afraid that he might uncontrollably bleed from his nose, which would be a huge embarrassment.

Seeing his expression, and thinking back to the two times they had been together, Qin Chuchu was startled. If Ye Bufan really did have x-ray vision, then wouldn't she have been completely seen through

Thinking of this, she felt a surge of fear and immediately covered her chest with her hands, saying nervously, "You wouldn't be telling the truth, would you"

"Of course not, people can't have X-ray vision."

Ye Bufan quickly made an excuse for himself, saying, "I'm just a little more observant than you. I noticed some tattoos on that person's chest just now."

Hearing him say this, Qin ChuChu felt it made sense and couldn't help but let out a breath of relief as she said, "That's better. I was really scared."

Ye Bufan secretly took another peek at the beautiful scenery on his chest. He suddenly felt his face flush and his heart pounding. This kind of scenery was too stimulating for him, so he quickly looked away.

Seeing him like this, Qin Chuchu said dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you look at me Am I very ugly"

Ye Bufan inwardly cried out in misery, women truly are strange creatures. Look at them and it's wrong, don't look and it's still wrong, what exactly do they want

Fortunately, the two arrived at the parking lot soon. Qin Chuchu got in the car and left. Ye Bufan also returned to the hotel he rented.

In contrast, the conditions of the hotel are much better than those of the dormitory. Most importantly, it's quiet and there's no worry about being disturbed during practice.

The next morning, he left the hotel refreshed and headed for his mother's breakfast stall.

Ouyang Lan's cooking is very good. After eating so many places' breakfast, none of them can compare to the steamed buns made by her mother.

Ye Bufan didn't have breakfast, he wanted to go over and enjoy his mother's homemade breakfast and help her out at the same time.

Ouyang Lan's breakfast stall is a distance away, in the shantytowns of Dongcheng District. This place has long been calling for relocation, but it hasn't moved yet.

Three years ago, Ou Yanglan was driven out of her home by several uncles. She came to Jiangnan City alone and rented a small apartment of over ten square meters to run a breakfast business, working hard to earn money to support her younger brother and sister's education.

Sister Ouyang Jing is a year younger than Ye Bufan and studies at university in Jiangbei City.

A child of the poor assumes responsibilities early. Even though summer vacation had begun, Ouyang Jing continued to work part-time and didn't return home.

Thinking of Ouyang Lan's kindness to him over the years, Ye Bufan couldn't help but feel touched. Although he was an adopted child, his mother always treated him as her own, even better than her biological daughter.

The environment in the village is extremely poor. The surrounding buildings are dilapidated, the nearby sewage ditch constantly emits a foul smell, and after last night's rain, the roads are muddy and impassable.

Ye Bufan frowned as he walked, wondering why Ouyang Lan chose to live here. The rent was cheap, that much was certain.

It's fortunate that I have money now and my own wine shop. In the future, my mother and sister won't have to suffer anymore.

Ouyang Lan has felt a world of difference since returning from the Jiangnan Hospital. The dizziness and lightheadedness she used to experience are gone, replaced by a feeling of strength and energy throughout her body. She's full of vigor and enthusiasm for everything she does, as if she's suddenly decades younger.

She got up early today to start selling steamed buns. Because her steamed buns are delicious and she has many regular customers, she quickly sold half of the dozen steamers of buns.

Just as she was busy, four or five young hoodlums dressed in flamboyant colors arrived at the steamed bun stall.

"Madam, business is booming!"

A young hoodlum in a floral shirt and a mohawk said.

Seeing these people, Ouyang Lan's expression tightened, and then she said with a smile on her face: "A few young brothers, my steamed bun stall looks quite crowded, but it actually doesn't make much money at all."

Have you eaten yet I just steamed some buns, they're still hot. Help yourselves.

Mo Xigan said, "Cut the crap. When are you going to pay this month's protection money"

"Please give me a few more days, brothers. I really haven't made much money recently. I just went to the hospital..."

Mo Xi'gan's expression quickly turned cold, and he arrogantly shouted: "What do you mean by a grace period Does it matter whether you go to the hospital or not As long as you're alive, protection money can't be reduced by a single cent!"

A flash of anger crossed Ouyang Lan's face, but she swallowed it down. She reached into the canvas bag around her waist and pulled out a hundred yuan bill, saying, "Several young brothers, I'm selling this much today."

The yellow-haired punk next to him snatched the one hundred yuan bill and said, "This isn't even enough to feed a beggar. This month you have to pay at least 1000 yuan."

Ouyang Lan pleaded, "I only make two or three thousand yuan a month selling buns. I still need to eat and send my child to school. Where could I get so much money"

Mo Xigan shouted, "Are you **ing stupid Don't you know what's important This money was collected by Lao Jiu, is it more important for your child to go to school or for Lao Jiu's face"

The young ruffian with yellow hair kicked over the bamboo steamer next to him with his leg, sending a flurry of white steamed buns scattering across the floor.

"If you can't pay protection money, what the hell are you selling buns for Go starve!"

Seeing these hooligans behaving so unreasonably, the nearby vendors were furious. But they knew these men were all underpins of Ma Jiu, the notorious gang leader in Dongcheng District. They couldn't afford to provoke them, so they could only seethe silently.

"At this time, Zhang Shu, who was selling youtiao and da guozi next to them, said: 'Sister Ouyang, being a woman with two children is really not easy. How about we give her a few more days' "

"Give me a break, those kids she's raising aren't mine. What does it have to do with me" Mo Xi yelled back rudely. "And if you keep meddling in other people's business, I'll smash your fritter stand too."

Uncle Zhang sighed and said no more. Although he sympathized with Ouyang Lan, these people were indeed not someone he could afford to provoke.

Mo Xigan pointed to Xiao Huangmao and said, "Give me that bag of hers and see if there's any money left."

Xiao Huangmao agreed with a sound and came to Ouyang Lan's front, reaching for the canvas bag at his waist.

Ouyang Lan's expression changed drastically. The 20,000 yuan Ye Bufan had given her was right there in her bag! She quickly reached out with both arms to protect it.

"What are you doing, you can't touch this bag..."

Mo Xi's head yelled: "Sure enough, he still has money, rob it from him."

Xiaohuangmao reached out to grab the canvas bag. Although Ou Yanglan tried her best to protect it, how could one woman possibly be a match for a man

After tugging at it a couple of times, Xiao Huangmao grabbed the canvas bag and pulled hard, instantly tearing it in half. Two stacks of one hundred yuan bills and some loose coins spilled out.

"He's obviously rich, and he's still pretending to be poor with me."

The little yellow hair snarled and reached for the two stacks of hundred yuan bills, but just then a big foot appeared out of nowhere and stomped his hand to the ground. were equally powerful, and their cultivation had clearly reached the Nascent Soul stage.This level of cultivation wouldn't amount to anything in Ye Bufan's eyes, but if it were before... it would hav...