Supreme Warrior in the City

West Suburb old residential area, not far from Hu Yong’s house, a laundromat.

Hu Yong’s cousin’s wife was sitting in the shop when a man with a sneaky look on his face burst in, filled with outrage.

"How did it go?" the cousin’s wife immediately asked.

"No sign of anyone, knocked on the door, no answer, the neighbors said it seemed like they didn’t come home last night!" said the man angrily, who was in fact Hu Yong’s cousin.

"Didn’t return all night?" The cousin’s wife’s eyes immediately widened, "What are they trying to pull? Thinking about running away? Can you really outrun the temple if you’re a monk? Is he out of his mind?"

The cousin furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice, "They can’t run, but to make them cough up thirteen thousand all at once, it might be a little hard."

"Hard? What’s so hard about it!" the cousin’s wife shot back, "It’s hard for them to come up with thirteen thousand in one go, and it’s not hard for us? Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? Do you really want to cover that thirteen thousand yourself?"

"Impossible!" the cousin immediately waved his hand, "I’m just worried that they will deny the debt."

At this point, the cousin seemed a bit guilty and whispered, "Say, if that Zhang Aiyun refuses to admit the debt, what then? After all, I’m the one who accidentally damaged that garment..."

"Shut your mouth!" the cousin’s wife urged anxiously, "If others hear you, that’s thirteen thousand we’re talking about..."

The cousin’s face changed rapidly, and he immediately closed his mouth.