Chapter 329: Xu Shaochen: The Great Demon King

“Are you okay?”

Xu Shaochen closed the door and looked at Zhou Sixian, who was sobbing quietly beside him.

Zhou Sixian shook her head.

“Not even a word of thanks?”

Seeing Zhou Sixian’s timid appearance, like a bullied girl, Xu Shaochen thought teasing her was the most entertaining thing ever.

“Th-thank you.”

Zhou Sixian whispered so softly, but it only made her feel even more aggrieved.

Xu Shaochen had beaten up her dad. Once Xu Shaochen left, her father would definitely blame her, and she might not escape a severe beating.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let that bastard bully you again. Give me your hand.”

Xu Shaochen looked down at Zhou Sixian and extended his hand.

Zhou Sixian didn’t want to hand her hand to Xu Shaochen, but she didn’t dare refuse. Trembling slightly, she put her hand in Xu Shaochen’s.

Xu Shaochen pulled Zhou Sixian up in one swift motion. As she stood, the sleeve of her tracksuit slid back, revealing her forearm. Xu Shaochen’s face immediately darkened.

The arm that should have been as fair as jade had several scars, red marks, bruises, and even clearly visible burn marks from cigarette butts.

Zhou Sixian noticed Xu Shaochen’s gaze and realized her forearm was exposed. Panic flashed across her face, and she wanted to pull her hand back.

“That bastard did this?”

Xu Shaochen held onto her hand firmly, not allowing her to resist.

Zhou Sixian nodded and mustered the courage to look up at Xu Shaochen through her tears: “You… you’re hurting me, let go.”

“Sorry… How about you become my girlfriend?”

Xu Shaochen suddenly blurted out. A woman who could stir up such protective instincts was hard to let fall into someone else’s hands.

Better to keep her with himself.

“Wahhhhh… I don’t want to be in a relationship!”

Zhou Sixian was so scared by his words that she burst into tears.

Xu Shaochen: “… …”

What did I do? I didn’t even do anything.

“Hey, stop crying! I was just joking, just kidding.”

Xu Shaochen felt unexpectedly guilty. He released Zhou Sixian and called Long Yi and Long Er, asking them to come over.

Knowing that her bastard father wouldn’t let this go, he had Long Yi and Long Er come up just in case.

“Stop crying!”

Zhou Sixian’s crying was getting on Xu Shaochen’s nerves, so he coldly shouted at her.

Zhou Sixian trembled with fear and immediately stopped crying, but tears continued to stream down her face.

“Raise your head. From now on, always keep your head up in front of me, got it?”

Xu Shaochen instructed Zhou Sixian.

“Mm.”

Zhou Sixian nodded meekly. Right now, Xu Shaochen seemed like a great demon king in her eyes.

“Wash the fruits. I want to eat.”

Xu Shaochen pointed to the fruits he had just brought up.

Zhou Sixian said nothing, turning around to head to the kitchen to wash the fruits for the demon king.

………

Meanwhile.

The middle-aged man, who had just been beaten by Xu Shaochen, walked into a bar not far from the apartment complex.

“Yo, Old Third Zhou, you dare show up here? Aren’t you afraid Brother Biao will have someone kill you?”

“Yeah, I heard you owe Brother Biao tens of thousands of yuan. Are you planning to use your daughter to pay off the debt?”

“And look at your daughter—she’s nothing special. Is she even worth that much? Why not let us check her out and see if she’s worth it?”

The group of thugs grinned maliciously, their words filled with vulgarity.

“I want to see Brother Biao.”

Old Third Zhou gritted his teeth, only he knew what kind of sensation his daughter’s face could cause if it were revealed. He didn’t believe Brother Biao wouldn’t be tempted.

If all went according to plan, not only would his gambling debts be cleared, but he could also make that brat pay. It was a perfect plan, two birds with one stone.

Damn it, how dare that brat hit me? I’ll make sure he doesn’t even know how he dies.

“Brother Biao is inside. Follow me.”

One of the thugs casually tossed aside his wine glass, shoved his hands in his pockets, and sauntered inside.

In a booth, a potbellied middle-aged man was holding two heavily made-up women, enjoying himself.

That man was Brother Biao, the local enforcer, and the bar was one of his many businesses, primarily serving as a front for gambling.

“Brother Biao, Old Third Zhou is here.”

The thug announced, then respectfully stood behind him.

“Old Third Zhou, you still dare come? Where’s my money?”

Brother Biao shot Old Third Zhou a sidelong glance.

“Brother Biao, I told you last time, I’ll use my daughter to pay off the debt. She’s a student at Jiangzhou University. Let her be your concubine.” Old Third Zhou put on a fawning expression.

Brother Biao let out a disdainful snort: “Doesn’t everyone know your daughter is just a country bumpkin? She walks with her head down, too ashamed to face anyone. How could she be worth tens of thousands?”

Everyone else burst into laughter; they all thought Old Third Zhou was being delusional.

“Brother Biao, do I not know my own daughter? She keeps her head down because she’s too beautiful and afraid of causing trouble. I wouldn’t dare deceive you!” Old Third Zhou licked his lips and continued with a flattering smile.

Brother Biao sat up straight: “Really?”

Just as Old Third Zhou claimed, Brother Biao didn’t think Zhou would dare to lie to him. Could his daughter be a real beauty?

Hmm, thinking back, her figure wasn’t bad either.

“It’s true, Brother Biao! Even purer than gold. If you don’t believe me, go to my house tonight. You can even bed her tonight.” Old Third Zhou nodded eagerly.

Brother Biao revealed a perverted grin: “You know your place, kid. Fine, I’ll go take care of your prestigious university daughter tonight.”

“Brother Biao, about the debt…” Old Third Zhou’s eyes sparkled, rubbing his hands together.

Brother Biao waved his hand, interrupting him: “If your daughter is as beautiful as you say, not only will the debt be cleared, but I’ll make sure you get some money regularly.”

“Yes, yes, thank you, Brother Biao. But there’s this one thing—some punk has been pestering my daughter. I got beaten up by him earlier…” A cold glint flickered in Old Third Zhou’s eyes as he began badmouthing Xu Shaochen.

Brother Biao’s face changed: “How dare he mess with a woman that I want? He must have a death wish!”

“Don’t worry, Brother Biao. My daughter is definitely still pure. That brat hasn’t had the chance to go that far.” Old Third Zhou quickly added, fearing his daughter’s value might decrease.

“Gather up some men, follow me. Goddammit, no one touches the woman I’ve got my eyes on. We’ll need to break his third leg.”

Brother Biao stormed out without another word, fearing someone else might take Zhou Sixian’s first time. He couldn’t bear the loss.

Old Third Zhou followed closely behind, his face full of sinister intent. That brat, he was surely dead today.

And that little slut, Zhou Sixian, just like her mother, a faithless, lowly woman, but at least she was useful, repaying Old Man’s gambling debts.