Still from Tan Jiao's perspective
At this time, a loud noise suddenly came from downstairs, and I raised my head. Wu Yu probably also got comforted, and my hand easily broke free from his palm. I looked out and saw that on the first floor living room floor was a broken big flower vase, it seemed to be smashed by that person. He stood in front of Old Lady Chen, one foot kicked towards the old man. The old man fell to the ground like a torn piece of paper.
"Am I a fool?" The man flipped through the stacks of US dollars in his hand and threw them onto the sofa, shouting: "Adding up to just over a million, is this enough to send away a beggar? Didn't I warn you earlier, old man, I want everything! Everything that can be taken from this house, I will take it all!"
Old Lady Chen looked injured, with blood at the corner of her mouth. She finally had a look of horror on her face, struggled to get up from the ground and said: "Really... really only that much left!" Tears also seeped out of her eyes.
That man gazed at her with a gloomy expression, remained silent for several seconds, and said: "What about the family heirlooms? The large jadeite, the emerald ring, and the 8-carat diamond necklace? They're worth a total of 30 million!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the accomplices around him all showed greedy eyes, but Chen's family fell silent again, with a somewhat unusual gaze. Old Lady Chen's eyes were dull and dark, her expression unreadable.
I understand what they are thinking. If the treasure really exists, where did the bandits know it from? And how come they knew it so accurately.
If it's true, combined with tonight's events, then among the Chen family members present, it's likely that someone... is colluding with the bandits.
"Those... are all gone." Old Lady Chen suddenly revealed a bitter expression, "Your information is too inaccurate. Buying this house, my husband's losses in the business, and these US dollars and gold bars, were all exchanged for those things! Otherwise, where would so much come from?"
That person was stunned for a moment, his eyes cloudy and uncertain, probably guessing the credibility of the old lady's words. But in my heart, I secretly cursed, with this person's temperament and the old lady's stubbornness tonight, he might not easily believe it. It would only bring about a new round of confrontation and suffering.
As expected, the man laughed and said: "Really? But old lady, you're speaking in riddles tonight. Every time I have to press you to get the truth out of you. Let's make it simple. This is the last time tonight. Leopard, take the old lady's most precious professor son to the kitchen for me. Ask him once, if he doesn't say anything, cut off one hand; if he still doesn't say anything, cut off one foot. If all four limbs are cut off and the old lady still says nothing, I'll believe it, and we'll leave."
The old lady suddenly widened her eyes, Professor Chen fell to the ground, shouting: "Mom... mom..." The whole Chen family was panicked. But it didn't work, the accomplices came up and lifted Professor Chen. The old lady almost screamed from her throat: "Don't move my son..."
The man's eyes showed a smile, seemingly appreciating the scene of flesh and blood separation. The old lady's lips were trembling, it was clear that she was really anxious to say something. Professor Chen had already been dragged halfway.
At this time.
Feng Yan, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up and stared at the man. The man was taken aback, raised his hand to signal to his accomplices, and took away the towel from Feng Yan's mouth. Feng Yan said: "You can't intimidate my husband, he's a honest man, a weak-willed man. In this household, he can't even make any decisions. Those things are hidden there, he doesn't know anything about it. If you want to coerce someone, why not directly coerce the old lady? She can't bear any grievances at all, and it's easy for you to figure out whether those things exist or not."
