Ah! Running into the book I wrote to chase the evil female supporting role

"MD, I can smell the smell of meat, and you still say that your family has no money!"

Before Han Juyou's father entered the room, the sound of cursing reached the ears of the two of them.

Liu Muye turned his head and looked out the door. Sure enough, it was the man who pestered Han Juyou for money before. The man smelled much less alcoholic today. He must have emptied his pockets from gambling and could no longer afford alcohol. .

Looking at Liu Muye sitting at the dinner table, the man was stunned for a moment and said, "You, why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?" Liu Muye turned around, crossed his legs, looked at Han Juyou's father and said, "Last time you borrowed tens of thousands of yuan from me, isn't it time to pay back the principal with interest? ?”

When Han Juyou's father heard this, he immediately became anxious and retorted: "You're talking nonsense. I asked for three thousand yuan from you last time. When did it become tens of thousands?"

"The money borrowed from me has increased by 20% every day with interest. After so many days, isn't it just tens of thousands?"

"You... aren't you an obvious robbery!" Han Juyou's father rolled his eyes and said immediately, "You have no proof, why do you say that I borrowed your money? I don't even know you, don't talk nonsense! "

"Hey, are you still pretending to be stupid?"

Liu Muye smiled and picked up the mobile phone on the table and played the recording just now.

[I asked for three thousand yuan from you last time]

"Well, we have the evidence." Liu Muye shook his phone and said with a cold smile, "If you want to renege on your debt from me, I will kill you in ten thousand ways."

"You...you..." Han Juyou's father was frightened and stammered. He glanced at his daughter and said angrily, "You are the one who fawned over this kid and deliberately came to harm me. Right? You bitch, I should have...ah!"

Before he finished speaking, Liu Muye unceremoniously smashed the empty rice bowl on the table onto his head, causing the bowl to shatter into pieces on the ground.

Yesterday, Han Juyou smashed the back of his head with a lunch box, and the back of his head had just formed scabs. Today, Liu Muye hit his forehead with a bowl, leaving a big gash and bleeding.

Liu Muye stood up, walked up to the man, looked at him condescendingly, and said, "You only take out your anger on your own children. Are you worthy of being a father?"

"She was born to me. How I am a father is none of your business!" The man clenched his fist and angrily smashed it into Liu Muye's face.

Liu Muye was already on guard against him. When he saw his hand movement, he immediately raised his leg and kicked the man's calf.

"Dong~"

The man punched him sideways and fell to his knees on the ground.

"You like doing things, don't you?"

"Weren't you very capable just now?"

How could a rotten gambler who had been eating irregularly and drinking alcohol for a long time be in better shape than a young and strong man? Liu Muye only kicked him twice, and the middle-aged man held his stomach and was speechless in pain.

"Cough cough cough..."

"I'm going to call the police, I'm going to arrest you, this madman!"

"Oh?" Liu Muye shrugged and said with an indifferent attitude, "Okay, then you can go. Do you want me to call the police for you?"

After Liu Muye finished speaking, he raised his legs and wanted to kick him a few times, but was stopped by Han Juyou's words.

"Stop kicking me. Your life is worth much more than his. You don't deserve to go to jail for someone like him."

Although Han Juyou dreamed that her rotten father would die immediately, she could not be kicked to death by Liu Muye. She did not want an innocent man like Liu Muye to be implicated.

Liu Muye pointed at the man and cursed angrily: "Did you hear that? At this time, your daughter still wants to plead for you, and you still think about selling your daughter every day. Are you considered a human being?"

"Cough cough cough..."

The man wanted to say something, but he kept coughing and couldn't say anything at all. He could only stare at Liu Muye angrily.

"Where are you staring at your dam?"

"Crack-!"

Liu Muye was also rude. He raised his hand and slapped the other person on the face. The slap was really loud and it was completely fatal.

After all, it was the world in the book, and he had the bonus of being a top rich young man, so he was still scared.

…

“Bang bang bang—!”

"Open the door!"

"Fuck you, Han Tianming next door, if you don't pay back today, I will burn your house down!"

"I saw you came home, don't try to hide, open the door quickly!"

As soon as Liu Muye finished slapping him, there were violent knocks on the door and several very unkind voices.

"Oh no, it's the debt collectors who injured my mother before!" Han Juyou grabbed Liu Muye's hand and said nervously, "I'll take care of it, you hide quickly!"

"I'm not a weakling who hides behind women." Liu Muye looked down at Han Juyou's father, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and sneered, "Is your mother injured and hospitalized by these people? "

"Yeah." Han Juyou looked at Liu Muye's expression and asked nervously, "What, what's wrong?"

"Of course, treat the person in his own way."

As he spoke, Liu Muye walked to the kitchen, picked up the knife Han Tangyou had used to cut vegetables, and walked towards the door.

It's not like he has never experienced debt collection.

I think back then, he was less than ten years old and his father was not at home. Seeing that his mother was about to be bullied by several debt collectors, he was so anxious that he went straight to the kitchen and grabbed the sharp bone chopping knife, holding it tightly with both hands. Then he rushed out and chopped.

He cut a finger-deep wound on the leg of one of the debt collectors, and the wound was so deep that the bone was exposed. Another person who tried to grab his knife almost had his finger chopped off by him.

With this ruthlessness, he scared away the group of debt collectors.

That night he completely broke up with his father, and he never spoke to his father again until his mother died.

He was not afraid when he was a child, let alone now?

"Pah!"

The moment Liu Muye opened the door, the shouting disappeared instantly.

The hooligans at the door looked at Liu Muye standing at the door with a kitchen knife in his hand, and they were all stunned.

One of them looked at the house number and made sure that he had found it correctly. One of the yellow-haired hooligans asked: "Isn't this Han Tianming's home? Who are you?"

"Is he the Han Tianming you are talking about?" Liu Muye pointed at the man lying on the ground at the door like a dead dog.

Several people looked at Han Tianming lying on the ground. There was a pool of blood next to him - the blood was just flowing out of his head that was smashed by the bowl, and it stained the floor.

Looking at this scene, several people looked at the sharp knife in Liu Muye's hand. They thought that Liu Muye was killing people to silence them. They felt a chill on their backs and immediately became timid.

"Brother, you are in the same business, then, then... you go to collect the debt first, we will come back in two days..."

After saying that, several people turned around and ran away.

"Hey, hey, don't go, let's talk!"

Liu Muye naturally would not let them run away, he directly dragged them into the house.

The moment he locked the door, he raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Ah?"

"Ah!"

"Ah~~"

"Ah——!"

There was a pig-killing scream in the house. The sound was painful, helpless and pitiful. Just listening to the sound, you can tell that they were beaten badly.

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