My harem is a bit big

Chen Duoyu took Su Nannan and entered the hall with the vacuum master.

He walked up the steps and met Xuanyuan Qingshan who was about to go downstairs at the corner of the stairs.

Chen Duoyu handed over all the 600 taels of silver notes in his hand and said:

"Seeing that you have been guarding for so long, there should be many people injured. Let's call the doctor to take a look first, so as not to leave any lifelong hidden dangers. You can take the money first. If it is not enough, then tell me."

Xuanyuan Qingshan shook his head, waved his hands and said:

"If you can't do it, how can you let Mr. Chen spend money?"

Chen Duoyu guessed that he didn't see the scene outside just now, so he smiled:

"It doesn't cost anything, it's not my money."

"what?"

"I asked the three gambling shop owners for it."

"..."

A normal person would ask more than 300 people to retreat, which is already the limit.

Not only did Chen Duoyu do it, he also asked for an additional several hundred taels in compensation.

This extraordinary courage is admirable!

Soon, Xuanyuan Qingshan discovered Su Nannan.

Seeing that she and Chen Duoyu were intertwined, they were probably a couple or a couple, so he asked tentatively:

"Mr. Chen, is this my sister-in-law?"

Even though Su Nannan used the inner elixir of the demon clan to hide her natural charm, she was still a peerless beauty.

Chen Duoyu turned his head to look at his wife and said with a smile:

"Yes, I stayed at home before and never took him out to see him."

Xuanyuan Qingshan EQ is online and picks out good things to say:

"It doesn't matter, this is completely understandable. If I had such a beautiful wife, I would wish to stay at home every day."

"Shopkeeper Xuanyuan is serious."

Chen Duoyu raised his hand and took the initiative to introduce to her:

"This person told you about Xuanyuan Qingshan, the shopkeeper of Xuanyuan Gambling House."

"Hello, sister-in-law!"

Su Nannan smiled and nodded as a greeting.

In front of outsiders, she cherishes words like gold and appears very aloof.

Xuanyuan Qingshan withdrew his gaze and got to the point:

"Mr. Ma asked someone to trick me tonight, but luckily I survived. Mr. Chen, if it's convenient, please wait a moment. After I've settled my injured brother, let's go to Baihua Tower together!"

It is not difficult to investigate the fact that Chen Duoyu is protected by monks and Taoist priests.

Seeing that he was safe and sound, Xuanyuan Qingshan guessed that Ma Sanhua's assassination had failed.

"Okay, you go ahead and wait while we wait at the door."

Chen Duoyu took Su Nannan and went to the gambling hall to meet Vacuum.

……

Baihua Building, West Street,

Rainwater fell from the eaves, making a ticking sound.

Ma Sanhua lay back on the chair, his face not very pretty.

Time is like a stream, passing by minute by second.

It's been so long, but no one has reciprocated.

Inside the house, the Living King of Hell and his men remained silent.

They hide in the darkness, like life-demanding judges returning from the underworld.

I don’t know how long it took, but short footsteps sounded in the corridor.

"Master, here it comes, here it comes!"

When Ma Sanhua heard this, he was shocked.

He couldn't hold himself back and stood up on his own initiative before his men could enter the room.

"Whoa."

Ma Li opened the wooden door, put his hands on his knees, and panted.

Ma Sanhua stepped forward to help him and asked:

"Who's back?"

"Huh...huh..."

Ma Ma swallowed his saliva and raised his hand to point out the door:

"Xuan... Xuanyuan Qingshan, he is here with his people."

what? !

Ma Sanhua felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his legs became weak and he fell directly to the ground.

He really couldn't figure it out, why did he lose in a great situation?

In order to persuade several gambling houses to participate in the encirclement and suppression, Ma Sanhua produced 1800 taels.

Can't you chop down one of the three? This is such a waste!

Ma Sanhua was like a deflated rubber ball, his head hunched.

"It's over, it's over now..."

The money was spent, but no one was killed.

If you can't stop Chunfeng Tower, what if all the business is taken away?

How do I repay the high-interest loan?

Ma Sanhua seemed to be wearing a mask of pain, feeling very sad in his heart.

"Da da da."

The sound of approaching footsteps in the corridor was like a reminder.

The door to the private room was pushed open, and a group of people filed in.

Chen Duoyu walked in the front and asked sternly:

"Master Ma, you and I have no grudges, so why would you hire someone to commit murder? Today, I'm coming to ask for an explanation."

Xuanyuan Qingshan walked into the house half a beat behind,

He caught a glimpse of the living King of Hell in the corner and frowned immediately.

There is a cooperative relationship between gambling houses and loan sharks.

Xuanyuan Qingshan knew very well what his appearance here meant.

"Sorry, I have no intention of getting involved in the feud between you."

The Living King of Hell’s voice was hoarse and sounded extremely uncomfortable:

"But he is my creditor and he cannot die here."

……

062 The Father's Kindness and Son's Filial Piety

Creditor?

Chen Duoyu raised his eyebrows and secretly looked at the man speaking in front of him:

"Kill people to pay for their lives, and debts to pay for their money. The word "life to pay" comes first, and it should take precedence over paying back money."

The Living King of Hell could not refute, and it took him several seconds to squeeze out two words:

"sophistry."

If you can’t say it, prove it with actual actions.

He and his men stood in front, and the sound of swords being drawn was heard everywhere.

Seeing that something was wrong, Xuanyuan Qingshan hurriedly opened his arms and stood between the two of them:

"Lao Yan, how much does this guy owe you?"

"Yesterday he used his ancestral home as a mortgage and borrowed 800 taels. After midnight, he has to pay back 960 taels."

When Ma Sanhua heard this, he was stunned.

He seemed to have drank bitter melon juice, his brows furrowed:

"Didn't we agree on a [-]% profit? How can we get [-]%?"

The Living King of Hell turned around, expressionless:

"It's a profit of [-]% a day, not a profit of [-]% a month."

"Hang!"

Ma Sanhua was so angry that he shouted angrily:

"Charging such a high interest rate, why the hell don't you try to rob it?"

The King of Hell has heard too many words like this and is not angry at all:

"Jie Jie, with a guest like you, why should I do such a disgraceful thing."

"..."