It was already late at night and there was no sound around.

The sound of fighting came from behind the hillside. Song Shaoyan stepped on the grass and took Ning An's hand, telling her to relax and just check to see if anything would happen.

Ning An was still very scared and kept following Song Shaoyan, sticking close to him.

Logically speaking, the other party should not notice them.

Their footsteps were light.

Song Shaoyan walked around behind a tall stone and looked ahead. Sure enough, someone was fighting.

The one who was beaten was a middle-aged white man, who was rolling on the ground with his hands on his stomach and abdomen, and his face was covered in blood. The ones who were beaten were two young men in their twenties, both wearing black jackets, and their faces looked pale under the moonlight.

Very clear.

Ning An opened his eyes wide and covered his mouth to avoid making any sound.

Although it was night, these people were too arrogant.

Ning An hid behind Song Shaoyan and looked forward.

One of the two men who beat the person was white, tall, and cursed in fluent English: "I'm telling you, this is what will happen if you don't pay back the money you owe! Dare you borrow money and not pay it back? Give you another week, if you can't pay it back,

I’ll chop off one of your hands for the money!”

"You think we are vegetarians? One hand is not enough, and your whole family will pay for it with their lives!"

The beaten middle-aged man lay on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, groaning and unable to speak a word.

He was holding his stomach and rolling, his facial features were distorted and painful.

Another young man in a black jacket said nothing, lit a cigarette, and stood silently smoking.

The middle-aged man on the ground was kicked a few more times and almost lost his breath.

"Xiao Liu, let's go." The young white man called to his accomplice.

"Um."

There was a car not far away, and the two quickly got into the car and left.

The fighting stopped, but the middle-aged white man on the ground was still groaning in pain.

Ning An didn't know whether she should mind her own business or not, so Song Shaoyan pulled her back.

They left quietly.

Ning'an didn't dare to show off his anger all the way and just followed Song Shaoyan.

After returning to the tent, she patted her chest and took a deep breath.

"Come in." Song Shaoyan pulled her into the tent, "Just pretend you didn't see what happened tonight. We have no control over it."

"I see, it's that kind of money dispute, right?" Ning An understands that these things really can't be controlled. Unlike simple gangsters, those kind of money disputes are organized.

"Yes, those two people are obviously thugs under the organization, specializing in debt collection and other tasks." Song Shaoyan said lightly, "The Song family has hired such people before, as long as they don't beat people to death."

Ning An hung up all the wet clothes and whispered to Song Shaoyan in a low voice: "Will the person who was beaten leave on his own?"

"Of course, he will leave on his own, so we don't have to worry about him and he won't call the police."

"Two young people, young ones, why don't they do something else instead of doing this kind of dirty work for getting paid."

"Usually they are gangsters. As long as they are paid to take care of the food, they are willing to do anything. They only do this when they are desperate."

"Does that man who smokes look like he's from China?" Ning An asked Song Shaoyan.

Song Shaoyan paused slightly and frowned: "It looks like, it's not just like, it seems a little familiar."

"Really? Are you dazzled by the moonlight?" Ning An didn't think he looked familiar, "She seems to be in her twenties."
Chapter completed!