The Strongest Mad Son-in-law

The man didn't dare to lift his head to look at Mark George, trembling as he spoke, "Miss Louise was very protective of Xu Hao at the hotel..."

He recounted what had happened in the hotel to Mark George in exacting detail, but only limited to what occurred in the ballroom. The banquet hall was heavily guarded, and his people had not yet been able to infiltrate it.

"You can get out of here."

The man hurried out; although he very much wanted to curry favor with the esteemed foreigner Mark George, he valued his own life even more.

Mark George's gaze was icy, and the insincere smile remained on his face. He snorted, "This Louise is getting bolder and bolder. There's an old saying in Huaya that fits her well; she refuses the toast only to drink a forfeit. However, Xu Hao is quite strong. Relying on myself alone, I'm no match for him, and my identity must not be exposed. But I can have someone else come..."

At this thought, a beguiling smile crossed Mark George's lips before he dialed a phone number.

...

Xin Peixian didn't leave with Xu Hao.

Because Xu Hao had told him to go home and rest for a couple of days to recover. When Xu Hao needed him, he would certainly call.

At this moment, Peixian felt as if he had just had an enormous dream, going from life's low to a high in less than a minute.

A second ago, he was struggling in vain and feeling desperate. The next second, Xu Hao had suddenly appeared and rescued him.

He held the bank card Uncle Xu gave him upon his departure, overwhelmed with emotion. There were one hundred thousand yuan inside!

Apart from Xu Hao, who else would be so generous?

His subordinate hadn't even started working, and he'd already received a consolation prize of one hundred thousand yuan.

Overcome with excitement, Peixian withdrew the money from an ATM, then for the first time in his life, took a taxi ride home.

If he hadn't been too tired that night and his body, though healed, had been completely drained of energy, he wouldn't have taken a taxi. Although ten yuan for the fare was nothing compared to the one hundred thousand yuan, he was used to being frugal.

Just as he reached his front door, Peixian saw a group of men in security uniforms wielding clubs, smashing his home's entrance.

He lived in an old house in the city center, dilapidated and decrepit. In earlier years, there had been talk of developers coming to demolish the place, and Peixian had hoped that the compensation money would improve his family's living conditions.

Yet, mysteriously, three real estate experts who came to survey the site all died there, and afterwards, no one else dared to come to survey it, leaving the development project to be forgotten.

The main gate of Peixian's house was already in a deplorable state, covered with rust and seemingly about to collapse, but he'd never had the money to repair it because the cost of his mother's daily medication, even with health insurance, was a huge burden on him.

Now, as the gate endured the beating from the group, it became even more fragile.

"Stop it!"

Peixian shouted, quickly paid the taxi driver, and got out of the car. The driver, seeing the group committing violence, hurriedly drove away in fear.

The leader of the security team, who appeared to be a squad leader, snorted, "Peixian, you finally decided to come back? Pay up the money now!"

Peixian was utterly confused; when had he ever owed them money?

He'd never even seen their faces before!

"Who are you? I've never borrowed money from you; you've got the wrong person, haven't you?" Peixian quickly asked.

Now feeling weak all over and without any strength, he didn't want to get into a confrontation just yet.

The security team leader snorted, "Didn't borrow money? When your father borrowed money from us, he didn't say that."

"My father borrowed money from you?"

Peixian looked baffled; his father had long passed away, so when had he ever borrowed money from them?

"Hmph! Here's the IOU!"

The security team leader produced a piece of paper that clearly stated that Peixian's father had borrowed ten thousand yuan from them five years ago. It was indeed written in Peixian's father's handwriting.

However, it also stated that the interest would be calculated monthly, one thousand yuan per month, and the debt had to be repaid within three years. If the interest wasn't paid off, then it would double!

Peixian was no fool; he instantly understood that it was a high-interest loan.

But since he had been of age at the time, why had he never heard anything about this?

The security team leader snorted, "We've been busy with company matters these past few years and had forgotten about this debt. Today, while going through our accounts, we found out that your family still owes us the principal plus interest, adding up to ninety-four thousand yuan! And including the labor cost for us to come collect the debt, it's one hundred thousand yuan in total! Pay up quickly, kid, or we'll smash your gate and haul everything away!"

Peixian trembled with rage; this was blatant extortion!

The principal of ten thousand yuan had, over five years, ballooned to nearly one hundred thousand yuan!

He retorted, "I can pay you back the principal of ten thousand yuan, and I will repay the interest according to the official rates. But I won't pay a penny of the excessive interest!"

The security team leader sneered, "Are you sure you won't pay? Then bring his mother out!"