It's already late at night, and there is no sound around.

The sound of fighting came from behind the hillside. Song Shaoyan stepped on the grass and held Ning An's hand, indicating that she was relieved and just saw that there would be no accident.

Ning An was still very scared and kept following Song Shaoyan and walked closely with him.

Logically speaking, the other party should not find them.

Their footsteps were very light.

Song Shaoyan walked around behind a tall stone and looked forward. Sure enough, someone was fighting.

The person who was beaten was a middle-aged white man, who rolled on the ground with his stomach and abdomen, his face covered with blood, and the person who hit him was two young men in their twenties, both wearing black jackets and their faces were not very clear under the moonlight.

Ning An opened his eyes wide and covered his mouth to avoid making noises.

Although it was night, these people were too arrogant.

Ning An hid behind Song Shaoyan and looked forward.

The two men who beat people, one of whom was white, tall and fluent in English, cursed: "I tell you, if you owe money, you will end up not paying it! You dare not pay it back? I will give you another week. If you can't pay it back, I will chop up your hand!"

"You think we are vegetarian? One hand is not enough, so your whole family will repay it with their lives!"

The middle-aged man who was beaten with a bruised nose and a swollen face was lying on the ground and humming, unable to say a word.

He rolled around with his stomach covering his stomach, his facial features twisted and painful.

Another young man in a black jacket did not speak, lit a cigarette, and stood by and smoked silently.

The middle-aged man on the ground was kicked a few more times and almost passed away.

"Xiao Liu, go." The young white man called out to his accomplice.

"Um."

There was a car not far away, and the two of them quickly got in and left.

The fight stopped, and the white middle-aged man on the ground was still humming, in pain.

Ning An didn't know whether he should meddle in other people's business, so Song Shaoyan pulled her back.

They left quietly.

Ning'an was so proud that he didn't dare to show off along the way, he only knew how to follow Song Shaoyan.

When she returned to the tent, she patted her chest and took a deep breath.

"Come in." Song Shaoyan pulled her into the tent, "I just pretend that I didn't see what happened tonight. We can't control it."

"I understand, it's that kind of money dispute, right?" Ning An understood that these things really can't be controlled. Unlike simple gangsters, those kind of money disputes are organized.

"Yes, those two people are obviously thugs under the organization, specializing in debt collection and other work." Song Shaoyan said lightly, "The Song family has hired such people before, as long as they don't beat people to death."

Ning An hung up all the wet clothes and lowered his voice and whispered to Song Shaoyan: "Will the person who was beaten leave by himself?"

"Of course, he will leave by himself, so we don't have to worry about it, and he won't call the police."

"Two young men, young, why don't they do anything else and have to do such dirty work as making money."

"It's usually an illegal householder. As long as you give money and manage food, you will be happy to do anything and will be desperate."

"Does that smoking man look like a domestic one?" Ning An asked Song Shaoyan.

Song Shaoyan paused slightly and frowned: "It's not just like it, it seems to look familiar."

"Is that so? Is it so dazzling under the moonlight?" Ning An didn't feel familiar, "It seems that he is in his twenties."

"No, it looks familiar." Song Shaoyan just felt that the person looked familiar and couldn't tell where he had seen him.
Chapter completed!