"Dad, any news?" Bi Junxian asked while sipping the chicken soup the male nurse was feeding him.

In the span of two hours, he had asked this question dozens of times, yet he persisted, asking every so often.

Bi Quan replied the same way he had dozens of times before, "Soon, soon, be patient, we'll have news soon."

The male nurse furrowed his brows, feeling like his ears were being worn out.

Damn, what's with this father and son? Repeating the same lines over and over with such patience, could they be this forgetful?

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Finally, there was a knock on the door.

Bi Quan and Bi Junxian both looked towards the door, speaking in unison, "Come in."

The door opened, revealing the figure of the butler, Old Lu. From his expression, there didn't seem to be much out of the ordinary.

"You can leave now," Bi Quan said to the male nurse still feeding his son soup.

The male nurse nodded, gathered the spoon and porcelain bowl, picked up the thermos, and left.

But as he reached the door, he heard Bi Junxian say, "Come earlier in the afternoon."

The male nurse's eyes lit up with glee, nodding quickly, "Sure, sure, I'll definitely come early."

In fact, at first, he was rather reluctant.

Because he noticed the patient in bed liked to do small gestures, like pulling his hand, pinching his face, or making inappropriate jokes.

Of course, it's not impossible for men to tell dirty jokes, but with the hand-holding and face-pinching motions, it was utterly creepy.

However, much to his dismay, the male nurse was quite satisfied with the pay.

Paid by the hour, two hundred per hour, it's almost a day's wages already.

Thinking about making a day's wages in an hour, the male nurse figured he could bear it.

Bi Quan glanced at his son but said nothing, then turned his gaze to Old Lu, asking, "How's the situation?"

"I arranged for two groups, the first was local thugs, acting as the vanguard.

The second group is drawn from elites in the Lin City branch, along with Tiger and Old Chang, even if Xiao Feng's crew are martial artists, it's not a big problem," Old Lu reported.

"Hmm." Bi Quan nodded with satisfaction, "Old Lu, you're always so reliable."

"Master praised me, after so many years by your side, I've learned a thing or two," Old Lu said with a face full of cautious humility.

Bi Junxian clearly had no interest in listening to all this; he went straight to the point, "Did those bastards get caught?"

Old Lu glanced at the time, explaining, "The first group was just thugs; they couldn't handle Xiao Feng and his men, that's normal. What we can really count on are Tiger and Old Chang; I estimate they've just arrived now.

But there should be news coming in soon."

When Tiger and Old Chang were mentioned, Bi Junxian frowned slightly. One was burly, all about building muscles.

The other liked wearing suits and ties, acting cool as if he were Xu Wenqiang from the movies.

Ordinarily, Bi Junxian looked down on these two, but they could really fight, which he had witnessed firsthand.

However, neither Old Lu, Bi Junxian, nor Bi Quan could have anticipated that at this moment, Tiger and Old Chang, who they had high hopes for, were standing in a corner with their hands raised above their heads, not daring to move.

...

In the courtyard, Xiao Feng looked at the row of second group members with bruised faces, standing in a corner, and sighed, "I told you to behave, why insist on being stubborn?"

Old Chang, wearing a fedora, had his face twitching; he prided himself on his looks, despite nearly being fifty, he maintained it to look like someone in his thirties.

But now, his face was bruised and his mouth was bleeding, leaving him with a feeling of utter desolation. How much would he have to spend to restore it?

Just then, a loudspeaker outside called out.

"Recycling old mobile phones, old electricity meters, old fridges, old TVs; trading scissors, vegetable knives, basins."

Upon hearing this voice, Xiao Feng immediately said to those who collapsed on the ground and those standing by the wall, "Take out your phones."

Old Chang's eyelids twitched wildly, but he knew full well that none of them were in a position to negotiate.

A little girl holding a large washbasin walked past, collecting phones from each person.

However, when she passed by a particularly burly and muscular man, a sudden rush of wind came from behind her.

She immediately crouched down, as if she had eyes on the back of her head, dodging a straight punch from behind.

The one who launched the sneak attack was an important figure among the second group, nicknamed Tiger, who had previously worked as a mercenary abroad, possessing rich combat experience.

But at this moment, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He hadn't held back just because she was a girl, small and delicate-looking, yet she still avoided his sneak attack.

Could it be that this seemingly gentle and cute girl actually had skills far beyond his own?

All these thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.

Just then, the crouching girl, with one hand on the ground, turned back and executed a sweeping kick.

"Bang!"

Tiger immediately lost balance, toppling to the ground sideways, grimacing in pain.

"Hiss..."

Everyone took in a sharp breath; Tiger, the best fighter among them, was easily taken down by a girl?

Moreover, Tiger was the one who launched a sneak attack; how terrible would it have been if they had faced off directly?

The girl stood up with a basin in hand, looking down at Tiger with contempt, "With your half-baked skills, you dare to show off in front of me—your princess?"

Tiger's face flushed, saying nothing, embarrassed, angry, and utterly humiliated, perfectly expressing his current mood.

Once all the phones were collected, the basin in the girl's hand was piled high.

And just then, the loudspeaker outside piped up again, "Recycling old phones..."

Xiao Feng looked at the girl and said, "Go, trade these old phones for something."

"Okay." The girl nodded obediently, carrying the large basin of phones outside.

The second group leaning against the wall and the first group lying on the ground were all stunned; how did my newly bought phones become old junk?

But given the circumstances, they could only be angry silently.

Soon, the girl returned with a big smile, carrying a large assortment of items, presenting them to Xiao Feng like a prize, "Brother Xiao Feng, there's scissors, vegetable knives, washbasins, and even slippers and toothpaste.

The old man outside gave us lots of extra gifts."

Everyone whose phones were taken felt a deep sense of despair.

So many phones exchanged for such worthless junk, and you act as if you hit the jackpot—is that foolish or what?

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