After hearing what Gao Panpan said, Xiao Feng suddenly understood, but giving money was absolutely out of the question. He could never bow to evil forces!

At that moment, Brother Gou's patience seemed to have worn thin. He frowned and urged, "Have you finished discussing? If you don't pay up, you know what the consequences are."

"We've discussed it!" Gao Panpan quickly agreed, then looked pitifully at Xiao Feng, "I beg you, just help me get through this, and I'll agree to do whatever you want, even be your girlfriend."

Xiao Feng frowned slightly, his impression of Gao Panpan worsening. Clearly from a good family, how could she be brought up like this?

However, these weren't things he should be concerned about.

Xiao Feng turned around, looked at Brother Gou, and said, "What if we don't have enough money?"

Brother Gou, as if anticipating Xia Feng would opt for a private settlement, gestured with his hand. Someone behind him immediately handed over an A4 sheet to Xiao Feng and said, "Give what you can. If it's not enough, just sign this IOU and stamp it with your fingerprint."

Xiao Feng took a look and found that the paper was not an ordinary IOU but a loan contract with the date and amount left blank.

The contract clearly crafted by a professional lawyer had every clause detailed explicitly, with the interest rate placed right at the legal limit.

In other words, with this contract, there would undoubtedly be a lawsuit, regardless of whether it was forced, as the judge could not possibly know if you were really coerced.

Suddenly, Xiao Feng noticed something odd. He couldn't shake the feeling that the other party had printed plenty of such contracts, and intuition told him this wasn't the first time they had done something like this.

If this suspicion were correct, then this was obviously a modified version of a "honey trap"...

Realizing this, Xiao Feng chuckled and handed the contract to Gao Panpan, "Sign it."

"???" Gao Panpan looked utterly bewildered, momentarily at a loss for words.

Brother Gou was just as stunned. Quickly recovering, he stomped a foot on the couch, flung his leather jacket, and pulled out a dagger from his waistband. "Kid, I #%*& told you to sign it!"

"I can sign, but I will set the repayment date," Xiao Feng said calmly.

Brother Gou squinted, his tone menacing, "And when do you want to set it?"

Xiao Feng pondered, "Hmm... just write down when I have money, or maybe the year 3000."

"You're #%*& with me right!" Brother Gou yanked out the switchblade from his waist and stabbed it into the nearby table. "The year 3000, that's #%*& eighty years from now. You think you'll live another eighty years?"

Xiao Feng spread his hands, "That's why I think the terms are inappropriate, can't sign it!"

Just then, before Brother Gou could explode, Gao Panpan tugged on Xiao Feng's sleeve, teary-eyed, "Please, just sign it, I'll pay back the money for you!"

Xiao Feng almost laughed out loud, stifling a chuckle as he said, "If that's the case, why don't you just sign it yourself? Save us an extra step."

"..." Gao Panpan's face remained unchanged, but her heart couldn't help but murmur. Did this guy figure something out?

Shouldn't be! It had never failed so many times before... or maybe they'd really run into a hard nut this time?

No matter. A tough nut is hard to crack, but it doesn't mean it can't be cracked.

At this moment, Brother Gou couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled the switchblade from the table, ready to place it by Xiao Feng's neck.

However, the unexpected happened.

Faced with the gleaming blade, Xiao Feng stepped forward instead of retreating, "Come on, swing it here, whoever flinches is a grandson!"

As he spoke, he actually started to walk forward, as if in his eyes the switchblade was nothing more than a paper tiger, utterly harmless.

And indeed it was. If it were a machine gun, Xiao Feng might actually be scared, but with a switchblade, the threat was negligible.

Xiao Feng was absolutely confident they wouldn't even scratch a hair on his head!

"What's wrong? Go ahead!" Xiao Feng continued walking, taunting, "Weren't you quite formidable when you pulled out the knife?"

"You, you're really not afraid of dying?" Brother Gou swallowed hard, continuously retreating, truly feeling on the verge of a breakdown. Who on earth was this guy, not afraid of knives at all.

The two other people were briefly stunned as well. They had seen tough guys before, but never anyone this audacious.

"Not going to do anything, huh? Then I won't be polite!"

Just after the words left his mouth, Xiao Feng grabbed Brother Gou's wrist, pulling it towards himself, and then lifted his knee into Brother Gou's chest.

"Bang!"

Brother Gou slammed heavily onto the floor, letting out a painful wail, "Ah!"

With a smile on his face, Xiao Feng picked up the switchblade from the floor and handed it to someone else, "This guy didn't dare to move, so it's your turn. This time it's changed to: whoever flinches is a great-grandson!"

The man across from him shuddered, staring at the switchblade handed over, but didn't dare to take it, internally cursing—this guy's got to be a lunatic, right?

Understandable to think so, after all, who else would hand a knife to someone and invite them to stab him, except a lunatic.

At that moment, another person immediately softened up, "Big brother, big brother we were wrong. Give us a minute, we'll scram and disappear from your sight, is that okay?"

Xiao Feng shook his head, calmly saying, "No."

"Then what do you want?" the man who backed down asked, almost crying, terrified that Xiao Feng was really a mentally unstable person and that if they got stabbed, it would be pointless.

As of now, who knows about the future, but at present, being considered mentally unstable was practically equivalent to having an immunity token in ancient times.

It sounded ironic, but it was an actual reality.

"I'll give you three seconds. If you don't dare take the knife, be prepared to get beaten," Xiao Feng said with a light chuckle.

"Big brother, please calm down. We were just confused for a moment…"

"Three…"

"No, please don't count. We admit we're cowards; we're all grandsons."

"Two…"

"Please don't count any further. We…"

"One!"

With the final count, Xiao Feng immediately started swinging at them.

In no time, the room was filled with the dull thumps of fists smashing into flesh, accompanied by shrill screams.

In less than three minutes, Brother Gou finally couldn't endure anymore, crying out in agony for help, "Sister Gao, Sister Gao, please think of something. Otherwise, we're really going to be beaten to death by this lunatic… Ah!"

Meanwhile, Gao Panpan's face was ghastly pale.

This time... they had really hit rock bottom.

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