"Since you three are not vicious criminals, then why did you kidnap—oh, no—approach my son?" Zhao Huipeng lowered his posture and asked.

On the hospital bed, Zhao Fengyun immediately pointed his finger at Xiao Feng: "Dad, during the day, the one who hit me on the street was this bastard."

"Shut up!" Zhao Huipeng angrily rebuked: "There's no place for you to speak here, shameful and embarrassing thing."

Zhao Fengyun felt utterly aggrieved; in his memory, this was the first time his father had spoken so harshly to him.

Besides, he couldn't understand why his dad, who always backed him up, was now speaking in favor of outsiders.

Shouldn't he gather people and incapacitate all these guys?

"You don't know what kind of person your son is?" Xiao Feng retorted.

Zhao Huipeng glanced at Zhen Jinghan and, combining his son's account from the afternoon, guessed more or less the truth. He took a deep breath and said, "Ultimately, all the mistakes from this matter are mine, after all, as the saying goes, a child's errors are the father's fault.

Fortunately, no serious consequences resulted. How about this: besides the five million, I add another million as a little compensation to this young lady. What do you two think?"

Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an exchanged a glance, and Zhao Guo'an immediately sneered: "Do you think I'm short of your one million?

Also, I heard your son has deceived quite a few people both financially and emotionally; did you also give those people a million in compensation?"

"Don't be ungrateful!" Zhao Fengyun punched the bedside table, roaring: "I dare give you money, do you dare take it? Believe it or not, I'll call the police right now and have you pick up soap in jail?"

Zhao Huipeng was immediately furious, strode to his son, and slapped him hard: "Shut your mouth for me!"

He had not felt it before, but now Zhao Huipeng deeply realized what it felt like to have a pig teammate by his side—this damn fool blurted out everything, whether it should be said or not, before he himself was out of danger. Isn't this idiocy?

"You hit me?" Zhao Fengyun looked at Zhao Huipeng incredulously and suddenly laughed: "Your son was bullied, and you're siding with outsiders to hit me?"

Closing his eyes, taking several deep breaths, Zhao Huipeng looked at Xiao Feng and said: "It's all because I failed to educate him properly; don't listen to his nonsense. I won't report to the police, nor will I seek revenge, and I will definitely educate him well in the future, not letting him go out and do wrong."

Xiao Feng almost laughed out loud, thinking that this old guy's brain is indeed lacking—emphasizing not calling the police at this time is plainly being deceitful, isn't it?

Zhao Guo'an naturally felt the same, but before he could speak, Zhao Fengyun exploded first.

He looked angrily at Zhao Huipeng and said: "You say I'm doing wrong? Ha! Every time I bring back those female college students, you haven't been idle, have you?

Didn't you also have a great time, endlessly boasting about having such a good son?

How come now all faults are mine, pushing all wrongs onto me—is that fair?"

This righteous questioning caused the room to fall silent.

After a long while, Xiao Feng looked at Zhao Huipeng and mocked: "You really did raise a good son."

A flash of anger appeared in Zhao Guo'an's eyes, while Zhen Jinghan's face looked even worse, sharing the same gender made her more sensitive to such matters.

Simply speaking, this father and son duo—the son is worse than a beast, and the father is no good either—are birds of a feather.

This evokes an old saying: people from the same family enter the same house.

"I don't want to say much else; if you accept my six million offer, I'll transfer the money right away, and you can take the money and disappear." Zhao Huipeng's face was as black as a pot bottom.

"After hearing you two scoundrels, I've changed my mind." Zhao Guo'an said coldly: "Even if it costs money, I'll bankrupt your business."

Saying this, he took out his phone to make a call.

Xiao Feng reached out to stop him: "No need to waste money like that; there are plenty of ways to ruin them, like calling the police and resolving it legally."

"Cough..." Zhao Guo'an coughed dryly and lowered his voice to remind: "It's them who got beaten; calling the police is their prerogative."

"Old Zhao, your IQ really bids farewell to bicycles." Xiao Feng said in a tone of hating iron for not becoming steel: "We were brought here by force; isn't calling the police the right thing to do?"

Zhao Guo'an's eyes lit up, finally understanding Xiao Feng's meaning.

In fact, it wasn't entirely his fault; the kidnapping was pre-arranged, so he couldn't get into the mindset of being a kidnapping victim, and naturally, he didn't think from a "victim" perspective.

But Xiao Feng, the chief planner and initiator of this series of events, remained clear-headed and hadn't forgotten they are the victim party.

At this time, the security guard who was beaten was utterly heartbroken, wondering who truly looked more like a victim here?

Who has ever seen victims this strong?

"You want to call the police?" Zhao Huipeng frowned, somewhat uncertain.

As a prominent figure in the town, his network might not be useful in a big city, but it certainly has influence in the town.

However, recalling Zhao Guo'an's earlier words, Zhao Huipeng was a bit guilty inside, feeling that the other party was not bluffing but genuinely dismissing his money.

If his guess is true, then it would really be a disastrous mess!

Zhao Guo'an, full of disdain for the panicked Zhao Huipeng, directly called Di Junxiong.

The half-asleep Di Junxiong, hearing the phone ring, groped around before grabbing the phone. One eye opened a crack, seeing it was a call from Zhao Guo'an, he pressed the answer button, and drowsily said: "Hey, Uncle, why are you calling?"

"I need to report a case."

"What?"

"I need to report a case."

As a policeman, hearing the words "report a case" immediately shook most of Di Junxiong's sleepiness away.

Turning on the bedside lamp and sitting up to rub his face, he asked: "What's the case about?"

"Bring people to Pengyun Tea House now, my master and I were kidnapped." Zhao Guo'an replied impatiently.

"Doo... doo... doo..."

The call was directly hung up.

Stunned, Zhao Guo'an looked at Xiao Feng and said: "What's with your disciple's attitude? Hearing we've been kidnapped, he wasn't urgent, and even hung up the call directly?

Even if we are barely related, or even complete strangers, it's too rude, isn't it?"

"You know nothing!" Xiao Feng chuckled and cursed: "I'm pure trouble because of you."

"Explain clearly, how did I trouble you?"

Xiao Feng explained: "Your issue is mixing me up with you. It's normal for you to be kidnapped, but saying I was kidnapped with you is nearly a joke—it's fortunate he didn't charge you with false reporting for wasting public resources."

"..." Zhao Guo'an found himself speechless; although unwilling to admit, there was indeed some truth in those words.

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