The bald man's eyes were filled with shock and a hint of fear at that moment.
There were many people in Jiangzhou who could raise six million in such a short time, but no one else who could gather six million in one-yuan coins.
Yang Wei was also stunned. When he first saw Yang Chen at the Qin Corporation, he hadn't taken him seriously. Even after witnessing a direct descendant of the Xiong family, a prominent first-tier family in Jiangzhou, personally apologize to Yang Chen, he refused to believe it was real. But what happened today finally made him realize Yang Chen's extraordinary nature—that day, the Xiong family hadn't mistaken him for someone else. Instead, Yang Wei had underestimated Yang Chen.
Fang Yue was equally dumbfounded. She couldn't fathom how Yang Chen had actually managed to get six million, and all in one-yuan coins.
Noticing the change in the bald man's expression, Yang Chen sneered, "The six million is all here. Do you need to count it?"
The bald man quickly shook his head. "No need to count."
"My father-in-law still owes you a million, right?" Yang Chen then turned to Yang Wei.
Yang Wei was almost certain now that the person the Xiong family had apologized to that day was indeed Yang Chen. How could he dare act arrogantly now? He hurriedly said, "Mr. Yang, you must be joking. Now that I know Uncle Qin is your father-in-law, of course I can't accept your money."
Yang Chen smirked. "I've brought the money to you, and now you refuse to take it? Are you expecting me to carry it back myself?"
Yang Wei frantically shook his head. "Mr. Yang, I—I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."
He was so scared his voice trembled.
"Brother Yang, why are you apologizing to him? Even if he managed to get six million, it doesn't change the fact that he's a useless son-in-law. Brother Yang, you're the young master of a first-tier family. How could this trash compare to you?" Fang Yue, still oblivious to Yang Chen's true nature, complained indignantly.
*Slap!*
Before she could finish, Yang Wei struck her across the face.
"You stupid bitch! How dare you insult Mr. Yang? Did you really think you could marry into my family? Keep dreaming! Get the hell away from me!" Yang Wei, furious, slapped Fang Yue and then kicked her to the ground.
But no one pitied her. Instead, they all looked at her with scorn. They had already seen her true colors when she denied knowing Qin Dayong earlier.
Fang Yue's left cheek, already swollen from Ma Chao's earlier slap, now bore a red mark on the right side from Yang Wei's strike. Her face was a mess, swollen and bruised, her features twisted in pain.
"Brother Yang, he's just a worthless—"
Fang Yue tried to speak again, but Yang Wei lunged forward and slapped her several more times until her mouth was bleeding and her words became incoherent.
Yang Chen watched coldly without intervening.
This woman was unbelievably vile, and he had long since grown tired of her antics.
"Mr. Yang, from today onward, I have nothing to do with this bitch," Yang Wei said to Yang Chen after beating Fang Yue.
Yang Wei wasn't stupid. Anyone who could make the heir of a first-tier family in Jiangzhou personally apologize was not someone to trifle with. Moreover, Xiong Bocheng, the one who had apologized that day, was now the head of the Xiong family.
When he thought about how he had nearly tricked Qin Xi into sleeping with him tonight, he felt a wave of terror. In a strange way, he was almost grateful the bald man had shown up.
Yang Chen merely gave Yang Wei a cold glance before shifting his gaze to the bald man. "My father-in-law's debt, principal and interest, has been repaid. Now, let's talk about you hurting him."
The bald man had thought Yang Chen was done with him, but now he realized the matter wasn't over. Anger surged within him.
He clenched his fists tightly, then slowly relaxed them, ultimately yielding.
"I offended you earlier, Mr. Yang, and I apologize. As for the injuries to your father-in-law, I'm willing to compensate with five million as medical expenses," the bald man said, though resentment and humiliation churned inside him.
Originally, the five million was the debt Qin Dayong owed to the nightclub. Now, he had to return every cent.
But he had no choice. One of Yang Chen's subordinates had taken down his strongest fighters in mere seconds. If Yang Chen truly wanted him dead, it would be effortless.
The bald man's apology stunned everyone. Here was the ruler of the nightclub, forced to bow his head to a man not yet thirty.
"I know you're resentful, but I warn you—don't even think about scheming against me. Otherwise, you won't even know how you die," Yang Chen said coldly.
The bald man shuddered and quickly replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Yang. I won't dare."
Yang Chen said nothing more and turned to leave.
"What happened tonight stays here. If anyone breathes a word, don't blame me, Wang Qiang, for being ruthless," the bald man threatened after Yang Chen left.
The bald man's name was Wang Qiang, but because of his shaved head, people privately called him "Baldy Qiang."
In Jiangzhou, Wang Qiang wasn't a major figure, but he had some influence. Most of the people who frequented his nightclub were ordinary folks—who would dare cross him?
Yang Wei also seized the chance to slip away, leaving behind the million in coins. He didn't dare take a single cent.
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**In a luxurious private room at the nightclub:**
"Brother Qiang, are we really just going to let this slide?" one of Wang Qiang's lackeys asked indignantly.
Wang Qiang glared at him. "That guy's subordinate took down my nine best men in under twenty seconds. What the hell do you expect me to do?"
The lackey hesitated. "Brother Qiang, I just can't accept it."
"Whether you accept it or not, you'll swallow it. There's something off about that guy. Don't treat him like some useless son-in-law," Wang Qiang snapped.
Then he ordered, "Prepare a five-million bank card for me. We're going to apologize to Qin Dayong."
"Brother Qiang, you're really going to apologize to him?" The lackey was stunned.
"Damn it! Are my orders not clear? Do what I say, and stop yapping!" Wang Qiang smacked the lackey's head in frustration.
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**Meanwhile, at home:**
Qin Xi had finally managed to lull Xiao Xiao to sleep, but Yang Chen still hadn't returned. Anxiety gnawed at her.
Though she knew some of Yang Chen's secrets, she couldn't help worrying—not about whether her father would be brought home safely, but about whether Yang Chen was hurt.
Just as her unease peaked, she heard movement downstairs and rushed to the living room.
"Dad, where's Yang Chen?" she asked urgently, seeing only Qin Dayong return.
Qin Dayong's face was bruised, his clothes dusted with footprints. He snorted. "Dead!"
"Dad, what kind of nonsense is that? You owed six million, and Yang Chen went to save you. How can you talk about him like this?" Qin Xi's voice was thick with disappointment and anger.
"What? Your dad owed six million?" Zhou Yucui, who had just walked in, gasped in shock.
"Dad, tell me—where's Yang Chen? Why didn't he come back with you?" Qin Xi pressed.
"That idiot! The creditors said they'd let me go once he paid up, but he had to pick a fight and demand an explanation for my injuries," Qin Dayong ranted.
"I thought he was someone extraordinary, but today proved me wrong. He's just a fool. By now, his legs are probably broken!"
"What did you say?" Qin Xi's face paled, tears spilling over. "No—I have to find him!"
Still in her pajamas and slippers, she bolted out the door.