A carefree soldier king in the city

Chapter 268: In Mourning

Upon hearing this, Tang Qianqian flew into a rage and slapped Hei Pi hard across the face, angrily saying, "The person is dead, what's the use of just paying compensation?"

The force of her slap was considerable; with a single blow, five finger marks appeared on the dark-skinned man's face, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. The slap caused him to see stars and nearly faint.

Li Wei angrily said, "Qianqian, don't waste your breath on this kind of person. Let's just twist his head off so we can give Mengting an explanation."

Blackie, who had been pretending to be dead, was terrified upon hearing this and cried out, "Grandma, I'm scared of you, okay?"

Tang Qianqian said reproachfully, "Then hurry up and choose."

As he spoke, he pushed forward, and Blackie immediately took a step back, then staggered and fell backward with a thud to the ground, instantly feeling dizzy and disoriented.

The other men remained silent, too terrified to utter a sound.

"My dear aunt, I already agreed to choose, how could you still... ouch!"

"Stop talking nonsense and choose quickly."

“I choose the second option: compensate the deceased, and... and even wear mourning clothes for him.”

Li Wei said angrily, "If you had made the choice earlier, you wouldn't have suffered so much. Since you chose to compensate, fine, give the deceased's family 50 million in compensation, apologize to his family, and wear mourning clothes on behalf of the deceased."

"Fifty million? That's too much, isn't it? Besides, I don't have that much money to come up with!" Blackie was about to get angry, but seeing that the group of women all seemed hostile, he quickly suppressed his anger and spoke in a humble tone.

Tang Qianqian asked, "So how much compensation do you hope to receive from the deceased's family?"

Blackie didn't dare face Qianqian and replied, "At most, it's only 500,000, and that's still a lot."

Zhang Xiuli suddenly pulled out a pistol and fired a shot at Hei Pi's thigh. Hei Pi screamed in pain and quickly grabbed his injured thigh with both hands, only to see that his thigh was covered in blood, which had already stained the area red.

When the men saw that the women had guns on them, they trembled with fear.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Xiuli pointed the gun at Hei Pi's forehead and said coldly, "Can I just shoot you in the head now and then give your family 500,000 in compensation?"

Blackie trembled and screamed in terror, "No, no, no, don't shoot! Fifty...fifty million is fine!"

Zhang Xiuli angrily said, "Damn it! What a waste of a bullet. You, you, you, and you..." She pointed the gun at the other men in the room and said, "You all have a share. Each of you will compensate Huang Xuan's parents ten million and go with this guy to wear mourning clothes for the dead."

"what?"

These people were all startled. One man looked innocent and said, "I don't know any Huang Xuan. What does this have to do with me? Ah, I'll pay, I'll pay."

Upon seeing Zhang Xiuli suddenly point the gun at him, the man was so frightened that he quickly changed his story.

"And what about you?" Zhang Xiuli asked.

"We'll compensate you too."

These people were all incredibly frustrated, truly daring to be angry but not daring to speak out.

Tang Qianqian turned around and said, "Sister Baihe, there's so much cash in here, let's not waste it, let's take it back to Mengting's parents!"

Lily nodded, then stepped forward and waved her hand at the banknotes on the table and floor, instantly making them disappear. The men's eyes widened in shock, and they became even more hesitant to speak, standing there trembling.

At this moment, Li Wei said sternly, "Listen up, all of you. If any of you dare to play tricks, don't blame me for being impolite."

As soon as the words were spoken, all the men bowed and scraped, their faces full of forced smiles, and said, "No... we wouldn't dare."

"Then what are you all standing there for? Come with us."

Dark-skinned man asked timidly, "Grandma, my leg is injured, how can I walk?"

Zhang Xiuli pointed her gun at the two men behind Hei Pi and said, "You two help him up, and you two carry the other one."

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"Ah... Brother Huang Xuan! I'm so sorry! It's all my fault, I shouldn't have treated you like this! Brother Huang Xuan, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please forgive me if you're watching from heaven! I'm kowtowing to you..."

As soon as they arrived at Huang Mengting's house, Hei Pi burst into tears and sobs, and the other men who had come with him also started wailing.

Upon seeing this, Li Wei immediately roared, "Damn it! Do you want to die? Not even a single tear! Is this how you cry?"

A man said timidly, "Grandma, we have the utmost respect for the deceased, but we just can't bring ourselves to shed a tear!"

Zhang Xiuli brandished the pistol again, waving it in front of the men, and asked, "Will this produce any tears?"

These were real guns; they had all seen them. Upon seeing this, the men's hearts trembled, and they immediately sprang into action, letting the facts speak for themselves. They cried their hearts out, this time with tears streaming down their faces, but their expressions were rather comical.

Suddenly hearing a group of people "crying bitterly" outside the door, Huang Mengting quickly went out. At this moment, although her family had accepted the fact that their loved one was gone, they still couldn't hide their grief. She wiped her red and swollen eyes and asked, "Sister Baihe, what's going on?"

Baihe said, "Mengting, this person is Heipi, the real culprit who killed your older brother."

Upon hearing this, Huang Mengting's brows furrowed, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes. Tang Qianqian quickly grabbed her and whispered, "Mengting, don't rush to punish him. We made him pay your brother over 110 million yuan in compensation, and we also made them come to wear mourning clothes for your brother. It's not too late to punish them after your brother's funeral is over."

Huang Mengting frowned deeply, thought for a moment, nodded, and then went back to her room. A moment later, she and her family came out together. Huang's mother rushed in front of a man, sat down on the ground, and started hitting and tearing at him, crying out, "You bastard, may you be struck by lightning and die a horrible death! Give me back my son's life! Give me back my son's life!"

The man was weeping bitterly, looking extremely heartbroken, when suddenly he was beaten, scolded, and torn by Huang's mother. He was instantly enraged. He was already unlucky enough to have inexplicably lost more than ten million yuan, and now he had been forced to wear mourning clothes for someone else. If it weren't for the fact that the person had a gun and was skilled in combat, he would have already turned on them. Now, someone was treating him like this, and the man almost cursed out loud. But thinking of his situation, he quickly put on a helpless smile and said, "Auntie, I didn't kill your son..." He pointed to the dark-skinned man, "It was him. I'm just here to wear mourning clothes for your son."