Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 1175: The Punishment

The hand pulled hard, almost causing him to stagger.

Yan Jiecheng was immediately furious. He turned his head and was about to curse, but when he saw that the person coming was Zhong Yuemin, he swallowed the dirty words that were on the tip of his tongue. His face turned pale and his eyes were full of fear.

He never expected Zhong Yuemin to show up at this time, and seeing Zhong Yuemin's gloomy face and angry eyes, Yan Jiecheng's heart skipped a beat, knowing that something was wrong. His legs began to tremble slightly, and his previous arrogance disappeared without a trace, like a mouse caught by a cat, full of fear.

Yan Jiecheng stammered, "Yue... Yuemin, why... why are you here?" He tried to force a smile, but that smile was uglier than crying. He kept dodging his gaze, not daring to look Zhong Yuemin in the face.
Zhong Yuemin's eyes were red, like two burning flames. He tightly grasped Yan Jiecheng's collar and asked in a low and angry voice: "Yan Jiecheng, what about the task I asked you to do? Why didn't you complete it? Do you know how much I suffered in prison because of this?"

Yan Jiecheng was frightened by Zhong Yuemin's momentum. His lips trembled and he replied hesitantly, "Yuemin, I... I'm already taking action. You... you have to give me some time." His eyes wandered, and he didn't dare to look directly into Zhong Yuemin's sharp gaze like a knife. He was as panicked as an ant on a hot pan.

Zhong Yuemin was furious when he heard this. He suddenly pulled Yan Jiecheng in front of him, then pushed him back fiercely, shouting angrily, "Action? Are you kidding me? It's been such a long time, and there's been no movement at all. Do you think I'm a fool?"

Yan Jiecheng still wanted to quibble. He said with a flushed face: "Yuemin, I really didn't fool you, I..." Before he could finish, Zhong Yuemin could no longer bear it. He raised his hand and slapped Yan Jiecheng twice with two crisp sounds.

Yan Jiecheng was immediately furious after being slapped twice. He covered his red and swollen cheeks with hatred in his eyes. He shouted to the hooligans who usually hang out with him: "Brothers, come on! Help me teach this Zhong Yuemin a lesson. How dare he hit me here? He's too arrogant!"

When the hooligans heard this, they immediately became excited. They usually followed Yan Jiecheng to hang out in the park. Now that they saw their "boss" being beaten, how could they sit still? They rolled up their sleeves, rubbed their hands and surrounded Zhong Yuemin, shouting: "You dare to hit our boss, we will punish you today!"

At this tense moment, Zhong Yuemin was not in a hurry. His eyes were stern, revealing an innate arrogance. He said loudly: "Humph, you little bastards, do you know who I am? I am a member of the big courtyard. If you dare to touch me, you will be in trouble!"

As soon as these words came out, the gangsters who were surrounding them were stunned. Although they were usually domineering in the park, they had heard of the children from the big courtyards and knew that those people often had unusual backgrounds and power, and they were not people they could easily provoke.

The gangsters looked at each other, their high morale suddenly dropped, and they stopped unconsciously, their faces full of hesitation and fear.

One of the hooligans came close to Yan Jiecheng's ear and whispered, "Boss, this... this kid from the compound is not easy to mess with. Should we... should we really fight him?"

Yan Jiecheng was a little scared at this moment, but he was unwilling to be frightened by Zhong Yuemin. He gritted his teeth and said, "What are you afraid of? Even if he is a member of a big courtyard, what can he do? We have more people. If we attack together, how can he cause any trouble?"

When the gangsters heard that it was a kid from a big courtyard, they were nervous. They didn't want to get into trouble because of Yan Jiecheng. After a brief hesitation, one of the gangsters spoke first: "We... We are not very familiar with Yan Jiecheng. We just play cards together occasionally. This matter has nothing to do with us."

Seeing this, the other thugs quickly agreed: "Yes, yes, we are not familiar with each other, not familiar with each other." As they said this, they ran away like frightened rabbits, fearing that if they ran too slowly, Zhong Yuemin would remember them.

Yan Jiecheng watched helplessly as his "brothers" scattered like birds and beasts in the blink of an eye. He was so angry that his face turned red. He cursed at the backs of those hooligans: "You guys are a bunch of ungrateful guys. You usually follow me to enjoy the good life, but now you all run away at the critical moment. You are really a bunch of ungrateful wolves!"

Zhong Yuemin looked at this scene and sneered: "Humph, Yan Jiecheng, look at the kind of friends you have. Is this what you call a brother? How ridiculous."

After saying that, he turned to look at Yan Jiecheng, his eyes full of contempt, "You are such a person, and you still want to play tricks in front of me, do you think I am so easy to fool?"

Yan Jiecheng was angry and scared at this time. He knew that he could not escape today, but he still said with a stiff upper lip: "Zhong Yuemin, don't go too far. Even if they leave, I'm not afraid of you." But his slightly trembling voice exposed his inner fear.

Zheng Tong was already getting impatient as he watched Zhong Yuemin and Yan Jiecheng arguing with each other.

He frowned and said to Zhong Yuemin with disdain: "Yuemin, why are you talking to him? People like him need to be taught a lesson." As he spoke, Zheng Tong bent down, picked up a stick as thick as his arm on the ground, and walked quickly towards Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng was concentrating on dealing with Zhong Yuemin, when he suddenly saw Zheng Tong rushing towards him with a stick. He was shocked. His pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously dodged to the side. With a "whoosh", the stick passed by him with a sound of wind. If he was hit by this, he would be in great pain.

"Zheng Tong, you're crazy!" Yan Jiecheng was still in shock and yelled at Zheng Tong. Seeing Zheng Tong raise his stick again, he didn't care about anything else and punched Zheng Tong. Zheng Tong didn't expect Yan Jiecheng to fight back, and he couldn't dodge in time. He was hit on the shoulder by the punch and his body shook.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin roared, "Yan Jiecheng, you dare to fight back!" He rushed forward and kicked Yan Jiecheng in the back.

Zhang Haiyang was not idle either. He rushed forward with Zhong Yuemin and punched and kicked Yan Jiecheng.

Under the combined attack of Zhong Yuemin, Zheng Tong and Zhang Haiyang, Yan Jiecheng was powerless to defend himself. His face was covered with bruises, blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes, which had once fitted him, were now tattered and hung on his body. Every time a punch or kick landed on him, it brought him excruciating pain, and he felt as if his body was falling apart.

Yan Jiecheng tried to resist but was quickly suppressed by an even more violent attack.

He was beaten to the ground and rolled over. He tried to get up several times but was kicked down again. Gradually, his strength seemed to be drained away, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Finally, Yan Jiecheng could no longer bear it and fell to his knees. He hugged Zhong Yuemin's legs with trembling hands and begged for mercy with tears in his eyes: "Yuemin, I was wrong, please stop hitting me! I... I really know I was wrong." His voice was hoarse and crying, his face was full of fear and pleading, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have fooled you, I shouldn't have forgotten about you, please forgive me this time."

Zhong Yuemin's eyes were red as he glared at Yan Jiecheng who was kneeling on the ground. He asked loudly, "Yan Jiecheng, I trusted you so much and asked you to help me with something. Why didn't you do it? Did you ignore my words?"

Yan Jiecheng's face was filled with fear. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and replied tremblingly, "Yuemin, I... I was planning to do it, but I was injured and couldn't move, so... so I found Banggeng and asked him to help me carry out the mission."

Zhong Yuemin frowned when he heard this: "What a joke! You actually gave such an important matter to a young boy? Are you crazy?"

Yan Jiecheng lowered his head and dared not say a word. After a while, he seemed to remember something and whispered, "Yuemin, there is one more thing. I gave your antique to Banggeng and asked him to use it as a bargaining chip."

"What?" Zhong Yuemin's eyes widened in shock. "You gave him my antique? Do you know that antique is worth hundreds of dollars? You bastard!"

Yan Jiecheng was also shocked when he heard the price. He opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time. He never thought that the ordinary-looking antique would be worth so much money. He regretted it in his heart. If he had known it earlier, he would never have handed over the antique.

Zhong Yuemin was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at Yan Jiecheng's nose and cursed: "Yan Jiecheng, you have to compensate me for my antiques. If you can't find them back, I will never forgive you!"

Yan Jiecheng had a sad face and pleaded, "Yuemin, I... I don't know either. I will go find Banggeng now and must get the antique back." As he spoke, he struggled to get up from the ground and limped to find Banggeng. His heart was filled with fear and anxiety. He knew that if he failed to get the antique back, Zhong Yuemin would definitely not let him go.

Zhong Yuemin's hands tightly gripped Yan Jiecheng's arms like iron pliers, his eyes revealing incomparable ferocity and determination. He gritted his teeth and said, "Yan Jiecheng, let me be frank with you. If you can't find my antiques, I won't let you off easily. Even if I take half your life, that's not enough!"

Yan Jiecheng was so frightened by Zhong Yuemin's fierce look that his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground again.

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His face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, and he kept saying, "Yuemin, don't worry, I will definitely get the antique back, definitely, definitely! I will go find Banggeng right now, even if I have to dig three feet underground, I will bring it back intact and give it to you."

Zhong Yuemin snorted coldly, loosened his hand, and looked at Yan Jiecheng coldly: "Humph, I hope you will do what you say. If you dare to play any tricks, just wait and see."

Yan Jiecheng scrambled to the place where Banggeng often went. He felt very upset and regretful. He kept saying to himself, "It's all my fault. How could I have messed up such an important matter and handed over such a valuable antique? What should I do now? If I can't find it back, Zhong Yuemin will never let me go."

Zhong Yuemin stood there, looking at Yan Jiecheng's receding back, the anger in his eyes still not subsided. He clenched his fists and secretly swore that if anything happened to the antique, he would make Yan Jiecheng pay a heavy price.

Yan Jiecheng hurried to the place where Banggen often appeared, and he was worried. He knew very well that the last time he went to find Banggen, the boy didn't admit to taking the antiques at all, and his attitude was extremely arrogant, which made him very angry.

Yan Jiecheng understood that if he went directly to the Jia family to look for Banggeng again, the situation would definitely not be any better.

After all, Jia Zhang was famous for protecting her children. As long as it involved Bang Geng, she would definitely stand on Bang Geng's side without hesitation and help him to deny the truth. By then, let alone getting the antique back, I'm afraid I won't even hear a word of truth, and will be scolded by Jia Zhang, which might cause chaos.

So, after much thought, Yan Jiecheng decided that he could only wait until Bang Geng was alone before looking for him.

In this case, without the support of Jia Zhang, Bang Geng might not be so arrogant and might even hand over the antiques honestly.

Therefore, Yan Jiecheng decided to ambush outside the courtyard. He found a hidden corner and stared at the entrance of the courtyard, hoping to find the right opportunity. When Banggeng came out alone, he would rush up to stop him and talk to him properly, and make sure to get back the antique worth hundreds of dollars.

Yan Jie was like a cat, feeling very nervous. He was worried that Banggeng would not come out today, and he was also afraid that if he did come out, he would still not be able to handle the matter. But at this moment, he had no other choice but to wait patiently, hoping that everything would go as he wished, and that he could successfully retrieve the antiques and let Zhong Yuemin calm down. Otherwise, he would be in big trouble.

Banggeng was lying on a small bench in the yard, humming a little tune, swinging his legs, looking very leisurely. He had no idea that he had been targeted by Yan Jiecheng.

At this time, Qin Huairu came out of the house with a soy sauce bottle in her hand and shouted to Banggeng, "Banggeng, go get some soy sauce for mom. We are out of soy sauce and we need it for cooking."

Banggeng was immediately unhappy when he heard this. He frowned and muttered, "Oh, Mom, I'm having a great time. Why don't you let my sister go? Why do you have to make me go?"

Qin Huairu's face darkened when she heard this. She walked up to Banggeng, glared at him and angrily said, "Why are you so lazy, kid? Your sister is still young, can you let her go to get soy sauce? You are so old now, and you are unwilling to do some work? Hurry up, don't dawdle, go get soy sauce, otherwise you won't have anything to eat at night!"

Bang Geng saw that Qin Huairu was really angry. Although he was still reluctant, he didn't dare to talk back.

He slowly got up from the bench, muttering quietly, "Humph, you only know how to order me around, so annoying."

While muttering to himself, he reluctantly took the bottle of soy sauce from Qin Huairu and walked out of the courtyard with his head hung.