Plunder-Chapter 80 - What Will You Repay With
Chapter 80: Chapter 80: What Will You Repay With?
Chapter 80 -80: What Will You Repay With?
“Your brother is in our hands. If you want him alive, pay up now.”
The voice was gruff and strangely familiar. Qiao En immediately remembered the tattooed man from the last time she borrowed money at a high interest rate.
An ominous premonition climbed into her heart.
“Wasn’t that debt already repaid?”
Qiao En clutched her phone, her voice trembling.
“The previous debt was repaid, but he borrowed another sum recently.”
Upon hearing this, Qiao En felt as if the sky had collapsed.
Her family was already in shambles, unable to withstand any more turmoil.
“How much?”
“One million.”
The other party casually mentioned a number, leaving Qiao En speechless for a long while.
She had no idea where she could gather that amount of money.
“Will you pay or not? When will you pay? Give me a straight answer, or else — ”
The tattooed man threatened. Soon, Qiao En heard a scream through the phone.
She hastily pleaded, “I’ll pay, I’ll start gathering the money right now.”
But after hanging up the phone, she collapsed onto the edge of her bed.
With what could she pay?
She was at her wit’s end; Xu Mei hadn’t assigned her any work lately, and she had no income at all.
Where could she possibly find one million?
The tattooed man sent the address and the repayment deadline, specifying that she must pay by midnight.
If she didn’t, they would chop off Qiao De’s hands.
Qiao En glanced at the time; only four hours remained.
Without further thought, she called Zhou Jin’an.
At this moment, she couldn’t care less about the consequences; he was the only one who could help her.
However, the phone rang for a long time without an answer.
Qiao En called again, and Sister Rong answered.
“Miss Qiao, the young master just took his medicine and has lain down. Whatever it is, can it wait until he wakes?”
Sister Rong didn’t give Qiao En a chance to speak and quickly hung up the phone.
The window she thought she could open was now closed to her.
Qiao En was not one to sit idly by. Even without the money, she had to try to save Qiao De’s life.
With nothing in hand, she went to the address given by the tattooed man, full of desperate courage.
It was an abandoned container yard, empty and desolate.
When Qiao En arrived, several people had gathered inside a container, drinking and playing games, while Qiao De was tied up and thrown aside.
Upon Qiao En’s arrival, Qiao De quickly noticed her. His mouth was sealed with black tape, and he whimpered.
“Did you bring the money?”
The tattooed man lazily looked at Qiao En, extending his hand toward her.
The rest of the men scrutinized Qiao En with a predatory gaze, like wolves staring at a lamb.
“No.”
Qiao En truthfully answered.
The tattooed man scoffed, stood up, and looked down on her with a sneer, “You dared to come here without money, you’ve got a fat nerve!”
Qiao En had dealt with these kinds of people before; they had no bottom line in their actions, and confronting them head-on never ended well.
“Big Brother, please give us a little more time, alright? I guarantee that I’ll repay this sum within a month.”
Qiao En pleaded submissively.
Showing weakness might not help, but it was the only tactic she could try.
“What will you repay with?”
The tattooed man suddenly laughed, circling Qiao En, “I run a lending company, not a charity. Debt repayment is natural and justified. If you don’t pay tonight, I’m taking his life!”
He pointed at Qiao De, his gaze ferociously intense.
Not daring to provoke him, Qiao En could only continue to cautiously negotiate with him.
“Big Brother, my brother has let you down, and I apologize for that. I will definitely repay the one million to you, plus twenty percent interest, alright?”
“No.”
The tattooed man rebuffed sharply.
He gestured with his hand, and someone rose and walked toward Qiao De.
Huddled on the ground, Qiao De looked very disheveled; he had been beaten quite a bit before Qiao En arrived, and he trembled as he saw someone approaching.
The man pulled out a dagger, grabbed Qiao De’s fingers, and was about to chop.
Qiao En, terrified and pale, rushed over and shielded Qiao De with her entire body.
“Injuring my brother, you won’t get a single penny,” she said.
She had only meant to lay out the pros and cons, but inadvertently, her words infuriated the tattooed man.
“Fuck, you dare threaten me!”
The tattooed man exploded with profanity and grabbed Qiao En’s hair.
“Cut out this bitch’s tongue for me.”
No sooner had he spoken than someone approached to pry open Qiao En’s mouth.
Qiao En kept her mouth tightly shut, refusing to open it.
The man raised his hand and slapped her across the face.
Suddenly, Qiao En’s phone rang.
The ringtone was harsh and particularly grating in the chaotic container.
For a moment, Qiao En thought the call was from Zhou Jin’an, and a glimmer of hope flashed through her eyes of despair.
The tattooed man took the phone out of her pocket and answered the call.
Qiao En didn’t hear what the person on the phone said; she only heard the tattooed man give out their location.
After the call ended, the tattooed man looked intently at Qiao En.
“Tie her up and throw her aside.”
Soon, Qiao En’s hands and feet were bound, and black duct tape was placed over her mouth.
Qiao De lay beside her.
He couldn’t speak, only silently shed tears as he looked at Qiao En.
Time ticked on relentlessly, and the tattooed man’s group gathered again to continue drinking and gambling.
Qiao En’s eyes were fixed on the entrance of the container.
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Was Zhou Jin’an coming? Was he coming to save her?
Her heart was hopeful yet uneasy.
At that moment, she was so disheveled. She had added to the chaos; did he need to witness all this?
About an hour later, footsteps were heard outside the door.
Qiao En’s heart climbed to her throat.
He had arrived, he had finally come.
But Qiao En had never expected that the person who came was not Zhou Jin’an, but Ding Hao.
He dressed all in black—black clothes, black pants, black shoes, and a black cap.
The night was also dark, only his face was eerily pale.
He carried a golf club, with one hand in his pocket, and as he walked in, Qiao En felt even the wind blowing in his face had a sinister chill.
“Where are they?”
Ding Hao squinted and scanned the messy space, and quickly, he saw Qiao En and Qiao De tied up on the ground.
In just a moment, a fierce look flashed through his eyes.
“Where’s the money? Did you bring it?”
The tattooed man, biting a toothpick, had a vicious glint in his eyes too.
“Let them go, and the money, I’ll give it,” Ding Hao said deliberately pausing between words.
“With what will you give it?”
The tattooed man remained stationary, very cautious, wary of falling into Ding Hao’s trap.
Ding Hao’s mouth curved, his wicked smile deepening.
He pulled out a check from his pocket and flicked it lightly, “Seen this? If you’ve seen it, let them go.”
The tattooed man hesitated for a moment, then signaled his subordinates with a glance.
Quickly, the ropes on Qiao En and Qiao De were untied.
“Go out first, wait for me in the car!” Ding Hao said, furrowing his brows.
Qiao En nodded, helped Qiao De up, and quickly left the container.
Outside there was a black SUV parked. Qiao En noticed that not far from the SUV, several black vans were also parked, less than a hundred meters away.
She didn’t think much of it, opened the car door, and got in first.
Inside the container, once Ding Hao saw that Qiao En and Qiao De were safely in the car, he withdrew his gaze.
“We’ve let the people go, shouldn’t you give us the money now?” the tattooed man said, extending a hand towards Ding Hao.
A chill spread in Ding Hao’s eyes, tinged with a cold smirk.
“Money? What money?”
The next second, he violently swung the golf club at the hand the tattooed man had stretched out.
