Chapter 795 — Wei Zhao Is Here Again: Damn It, Why Are We So Unlucky? Of All People, They Had to Hit the Mother of Wei Zhao's Underling's Girlfriend — How Could Wei Zhao Not Fly into a Rage?

The agreement he had made with Wei Zhao yesterday had, in fact, been automatically voided the moment the bomb went off. His relationship with Wei Zhao had once again plunged to the freezing point. It was only natural that Wei Zhao would come here to stir up trouble.

However, when those big men under Zhong Fabai actually made to gang up on Wei Zhao, Li Cihua was instantly seized with fright. Heavens, you reckless fools who don't know the meaning of death — Wei Zhao is a fighter who sent even a Xuan-rank master to bed for a long rest. And you good-for-nothings still fancy yourselves a match for him?

Isn't that just asking to be killed? Besides, if all these men were laid low by Wei Zhao, the shantytown could forget about demolition. When the thugs meant to intimidate the residents had all been beaten up by Wei Zhao, who would be left to intimidate anyone?

"Stop!" Li Cihua had no choice but to bellow, sprinting over at full speed.

But Li Cihua's shout came one step too late. A big man who was particularly close to the one Wei Zhao had just kicked flying, wanting to avenge his companion, had already struck first. The result was just the same as with the earlier big man — he went flying backward, crashed squarely down on top of the first man, and promptly rolled his eyes back, dead or alive no one could tell.

Dripping with sweat, Li Cihua came running over, inwardly sighing, and said, "Wei Zhao, why are you here? Didn't we agree yesterday that you wouldn't meddle in the shantytown demolition anymore?"

"I didn't meddle. My friend's girlfriend's mother got beaten — am I not allowed to hit back?" Wei Zhao had no place for Li Cihua in his eyes at all, and couldn't be bothered to explain. "What about the money for my car? You blew up my car — when are you going to pay for it?"

All those big men under Zhong Fabai were dumbstruck. On the one hand, they were in awe of Wei Zhao's martial ability — before anyone could even see what had happened, two of their men had been put down. On the other hand, they were also puzzled: how dared Wei Zhao speak to Li Cihua in such a tone? Wasn't he afraid of the power behind Li Cihua?

"I naturally won't short you a cent of your money." Li Cihua lamented his own rotten luck. These big men — why did they have to hit anyone at all? Of all people, they had to hit the mother of Wei Zhao's underling's girlfriend. The connection was a roundabout one, but Wei Zhao's interference was hardly unjustifiable. "I'll cover the medical expenses too!"

"Oh, and the demolition compensation?" Wei Zhao went on.

"I'll pay the demolition compensation by the rules!" Li Cihua said through gritted teeth. This, too, was a condition he had agreed to with Wei Zhao before. Now, to secure Wei Zhao's non-interference, he had no choice but to pay up — otherwise, if Wei Zhao came to mess around again, he could kiss the demolition goodbye.

Faced with a man of Wei Zhao's overbearing caliber, Li Cihua could summon not a shred of temper. Fight openly and you couldn't beat him; play dirty and your own building got blown up. For the time being, this was a man he couldn't afford to provoke. If he couldn't provoke him, couldn't he at least stay out of his way?

"Oh, all right then. I just came to hold you to it." Wei Zhao nodded. To him, it had been nothing more than lifting a hand, but to the residents of the shantytown, the benefit was immeasurable.

Though compensation at the standard rate still wouldn't allow them to buy a new house outright with the money, at least they could afford a house if they took out a loan. It was, in a sense, a psychological consolation for them.

Seeing that Xiaofen was safe and sound, her parents finally let their hearts settle. Xiaofen's mother, forgetting the pain on her face, hugged her daughter with aching tenderness. "Child, as long as you're all right, that's what matters. You nearly scared your mother to death..."

"It was Xiaobo and Wei Zhao who saved me..." Xiaofen sighed. "But Kang Zhaoming... he might have been crushed to death..."

"Kang Zhaoming? Crushed to death? How did he get crushed? Is that true or not? If he really was crushed to death, then that would be the greatest blessing imaginable!" Xiaofen's mother was taken aback for a moment, then said joyfully.

Seeing the expression on her mother's face, Xiaofen knew just how deeply her mother hated Kang Zhaoming — she was actually this happy to hear he was dead. And even though Xiaofen hated him too, having watched him crushed to death before her own eyes, she still felt a pang of guilt: she had clearly been able to save him, yet she had not tried to stop it.

She was a kindhearted person. Even if Kang Zhaoming had done things to her that Heaven itself could not abide, Xiaofen had never once thought of taking a life.

"Ah, it's a long story..." Xiaofen then told her mother everything about Kang Zhaoming coming to see her that morning, including the five hundred thousand he had given her in compensation...

"Really? He gave you five hundred thousand? It seems his heart isn't so bad after all?" Xiaofen's mother was startled. She hadn't expected Kang Zhaoming to actually pay her daughter five hundred thousand. Perhaps he wasn't utterly devoid of conscience — there was still a shred of decency left in him?

She had earlier envied Mother Tang's family — Tang Jucheng's leg had been crushed, and they'd been compensated three million. Her own Xiaofen's leg had been ruined too, yet no one had given them a cent. She'd never dreamed that today, it would finally become their reality. Life truly was miraculous; sometimes, overnight, everything was a world apart.

"I don't know. But he told Wei Zhao it was hush money, so that I wouldn't bring up the things that happened between us in front of anyone else." Xiaofen said to her mother. "Wei Zhao said that Kang Zhaoming wanted to court Nurse Guan Xin at the hospital, and he was afraid I'd make trouble for him. That's why he gave me the five hundred thousand."

"What? So that's the reason? A dog never changes its taste for filth!" The moment Xiaofen's mother heard why Kang Zhaoming had given the money, her anger surged. "Then we should take this money all the more readily — what's given for nothing costs us nothing! Money from a man like that, from now on, whatever he offers, we take!"

Hearing her mother speak the same way, Xiaofen felt the earlier weight lift from her heart, and she nodded.

Xiaofen's mother was overjoyed. Wei Zhao had come and forced Li Cihua to compensate the shantytown residents at the standard rate, and her own family had come by five hundred thousand out of thin air — truly an unexpected windfall. With this money, they would have more than enough to buy a large house, with plenty left over for appliances, furniture, and renovation costs.

She decided to go find Mother Tang that afternoon and ask her to take them to look at houses. Their home was already gone; this matter had to be settled as soon as possible — it couldn't be dragged out any longer.

Over on the other side, Li Cihua's stance had suddenly shifted — he was going to compensate the shantytown residents at the standard rate. The residents of the shantytown stopped their clamoring. In truth, their demands were simple: as long as they were compensated by the standard, that was enough.

They harbored no illusions that a wealthy, influential real estate company like Li Cihua's would pay them any extra. In fact, they didn't dare cross Li Cihua at all. Li Cihua's name carried great weight in Songshan City — he was the number one boss of the underworld.

Kang Zhaoming was sitting in Xiaofen's home watching television, his heart brimming with smug delight at the thought that from now on he could pursue Guan Xin with boldness and without a care. What sort of injury should he devise next? It had to be an external wound, and it couldn't be too minor — otherwise, what if Guan Xin took out a Band-Aid and fobbed him off again?