The rent collector became stronger, and he took in a young, energetic woman every day.

Chapter 55: Collecting Debts and Helping the Florist's Wife Out of Trouble!

Chen Mo turned his head and saw a gray-white bread truck driving over from the other end of the street.

Everyone looked at the bread truck and saw that its body was covered with mud and scratches, the bumper was wrapped with tape, and black smoke was coming out of the exhaust pipe.

Chen Mo's hand remained on the car door handle, his gaze fixed on the bread truck.

The van showed no sign of stopping, driving straight towards the Rolls-Royce and blocking its exit.

Chen Mo frowned slightly.

The side door of the bread cart was flung open with a whoosh, and five or six men jumped out one after another.

The leader was a man in his early thirties, wearing a floral shirt with a large collar that revealed a patch of colorful tattoos, and a thick gold chain around his neck that dazzled in the sunlight.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, puffing out smoke as he squinted at the Rolls-Royce. His gaze slid from the Spirit of Ecstasy to the car body, then from the body to the wheels. He clicked his tongue twice, his eyes filled with envy.

Chen Mo frowned slightly when he saw the other person's gaze.

However, the other party cannot see him because his car is very well concealed; only those inside can see outside, but those outside cannot see inside.

Xiaorou and Keke also saw this scene and frowned, saying somewhat unhappily, "Brother Mo, who are these people? Don't they watch where they're driving? They're blocking our way."

As she spoke, Xiaorou was about to get off the bus.

Chen Mo stopped her, saying, "Don't rush, let's wait and see."

Xiao Rou paused for a moment, then nodded.

At that moment, the back door of the van was also opened, and two men dragged a middle-aged man out of it like a bag of goods.

The middle-aged man's hands were tied behind his back with rope. His face was covered in bruises, his left eye was swollen shut, and there was a cut on the corner of his mouth. The blood had dried and formed a dark red scab.

His clothes were covered in dust and footprints, and his pants had a hole at the knee, revealing the scraped skin underneath.

He was shoved and stumbled a couple of steps, almost kneeling on the ground, before someone next to him grabbed his collar and pulled him up.

The man in the floral shirt, who was at the head of the group, exhaled a puff of smoke, his gaze shifting from the Rolls-Royce to Lu Man's face. He grinned, revealing a row of teeth stained yellow with cigarette smoke.

"Oh, we have a special guest today."

He gestured with his chin toward the Rolls-Royce, his tone full of sarcasm.

Lu Man stood on the steps, her hands clenched into fists and hanging at her sides, her nails digging into her palms.

She bit her lip and said fiercely, "I've already given you the money, what are you doing here again?"

The man in the floral shirt took the cigarette out of his mouth, pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, flicked off the ash, and let it fall onto the clean cement floor.

"You did give all the money, but that was only yesterday's money."

He slowly turned his head, glanced at the middle-aged man who was tied up, and his smile deepened.

"Your dad owed us another 500,000 yuan today."

"Hurry up and pay me."

Lu Man's brows furrowed tightly as she shifted her gaze from the man in the floral shirt to the face of the middle-aged man with a bruised and swollen face.

Looking at his face, distorted from the beating, and his bloodshot eyes, she felt a sense of helplessness.

Her voice trembled slightly as she questioned, "Didn't you promise me you wouldn't gamble anymore?"

Upon hearing her voice, the middle-aged man abruptly raised his head, a few tears welling up in his cloudy eyes, and sobbed, unable to speak.

After a long while, a hoarse and weak voice came from his mouth, "Xiaoman—Manman—good—daughter—give the money back to them—"

His lips trembled, and his voice was broken and intermittent.

"I can't take this anymore—I really can't take it anymore—"

Lu Man looked at him, and finally couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes. They slid down her cheeks.

She doesn't understand.

Why did her father, who sheltered her from the wind and rain when she was a child, become like this today?

The father who carried her through several blocks to the hospital when she had a fever is now kneeling in front of a group of thugs, begging her for money to save his life like a dog.

She felt as if her heart was being twisted bit by bit by hand, the pain was so intense that she could barely stand.

Lu Man used all her strength to speak coldly and firmly: "I have no money."

The man in the floral shirt smiled, threw his cigarette butt on the ground, stubbed it out with the tip of his shoe, and slowly pulled a piece of paper covered with dense writing from his pocket.

"It's okay if we don't have that much money right now."

He shook the paper toward Lu Man.

"You can sign an IOU first and pay it back slowly. Don't worry, we're not loan sharks, and our interest rates are reasonable."

Looking at the paper, Lu Man felt an overwhelming sense of despair.

That's how she was swindled out of her money last night. First it was 10,000, then 100,000, and finally a total of more than 200,000. All the savings she had accumulated from running her shop over the years were gone, not a single penny was left.

She was worried about how she would make a living in the future, but today a benefactor came to her door and placed a large order, which gave her a much-needed respite.

Unexpectedly, this group of people came again.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the man in the floral shirt held the IOU even higher and handed it to her.

"Sign it, and we'll leave as soon as we're done. We won't interfere with your business."

Then, Chen Mo got out of the car.

He finally understood what these people were there for.

Although this matter had nothing to do with him, since he had already reached a cooperation agreement with the owner of the flower shop, he naturally couldn't let these people ruin their cooperation.

Chen Mo walked up to the man in the floral shirt and looked at him calmly.

"Your car is blocking my car."

The man in the floral shirt turned his head, his gaze falling on Chen Mo, and looked him up and down.

He had assumed the driver of the Rolls-Royce would be a wealthy middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, but it turned out to be such a young man.

He looked at Chen Mo's clean face and calm eyes, and his pupils contracted slightly.

People like this are either rich kids or spoiled brats.

We can't afford to offend them so easily.

The man in the floral shirt bowed slightly, nodded, and spoke in a much more polite tone than he had when speaking to Lu Man earlier.

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there."

He waved to the few henchmen behind him.

"Move the car."

The henchmen quickly ran to the bread truck, started the engine, and drove the truck forward a few meters to make way.

The man in the floral shirt turned back, his gaze falling on Lu Man again. The polite expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by indifference and harshness.

"Sign the IOU quickly! I'm leaving as soon as you sign it!"

Lu Man stood on the steps, her lips pressed together until they turned white, and said in a deep voice, "I can't sign it."

The man in the floral shirt's face turned cold, and an impatient, fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

"You won't sign? Then I'll just move all your stuff out of the store."

He pointed to the flower stands and tin buckets at the entrance of the shop.

"We couldn't move it last time, but we can't this time."

Lu Man bit her lip hard, tears welling up in her eyes.

The man in the floral shirt waited three seconds, and seeing that she didn't react, he sneered and waved his hand.

"Move it for me!"

Several underlings rolled up their sleeves and headed towards the flower stand at the shop entrance.

Just then, a voice rang out from behind them.

"Wait a minute."

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