Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside-Chapter 444 - 377 From an ordinary chicken to a phoenix_3

"Master Yao, do what needs to be done. You go on with your work."

"Su Xiaofeng, I told you to leave; didn’t you hear me? I’m telling you, my buddy is a big shot in the underworld. You better not mess with him. If he gets angry, you won’t fare well. A girl like you should know when to back down. It’s just a shop; it’s not a big deal. If push comes to shove, you can just rent another one. But if you lose your life, that would be a real loss, wouldn’t it?" Yuan Junkai said to Xiaofeng with a sneer.

"What, you’re planning to kill me now?" Xiaofeng stood her ground, neither hurried nor angry, "From the underworld? Which underworld? Name yourselves. I’d like to hear it."

"Little lady, I’m under Wolfman. Ever heard of Wolfman? The second biggest name in the Imperial Capital. Ordinary people take a detour when they hear this name." Wolfman, one of the big shots of the Imperial Capital.

The top name is Dragon King, who hardly ever makes a move. Most people have only heard the name and haven’t seen the person themselves.

It’s said that in the entire Imperial Capital, no more than five people have actually seen the Dragon King. Just imagine how mysterious and unpredictable this Dragon King must be.

"And here I was thinking it was someone important, but it turns out to be an animal’s lackey. No wonder you don’t understand the concept of first come, first served." As far as she was concerned, anything associated with animals was no different from being an animal itself.

"You dare call Wolfman an animal?" The fat man grew agitated and picked up a long stick from a nearby construction site, "Wolfman is like a god. You insult him today, I’m going to tear off your mouth and serve it as a side dish to Wolfman."

With that, he raised the long stick and swung it towards Xiaofeng.

Xiaofeng watched the stick swinging towards her and stood still.

"Miss Su, be careful." Master Yao watched fearfully from the side, internally sighing at the shame the decent old Yuan had brought upon himself by fathering such a disgraceful son and associating with such friends.

Just as Master Yao thought the stick would hit her and that she might not withstand it, he saw her lightly grab the falling stick and with a gentle push, the man flew out like a kite without a string, towards the outside of the shop.

Yuan Junkai was stunned, this...

"Ouch." The fat man was heavy, so the fall was naturally hard.

"Su Xiaofeng, you, you..." Yuan Junkai pointed at Xiaofeng but couldn’t speak, "Are you even a woman?"

The fat man must weigh at least two hundred pounds, but just like that, Su Xiaofeng flicked him away effortlessly, it was simply incredible.

"I wanted to tell him, he is Wolfman’s underling, and I’m under Dragon King." Xiaonian had told her once about the Dragon King, a strongman shrouded in mystery.

"What?" The fat man, just getting up, heard her words and fell down again, his body trembling as he asked, "You’re under Dragon King?"

Dragon King hadn’t shown his face in the Imperial Capital for many years; when did he get a new underling?

"Otherwise, what did you think? Did you think I had such strength for no reason? I’ll tell you, if you want me to give up this place, it’s fine, but you have to pay me. Eighty thousand, not a penny less, or you can face me in a one-on-one fight. Whoever loses, leaves." She had only learned some Flowery Fists and Embroidered Kicks, but there was also the power of the Golden Finger at her disposal, wasn’t there?

She believed that with the strength from Golden Finger, dealing with a fat man would be more than enough.

"No need, no need." The fat man waved his hand, the scare he had just now was more than enough, why bother competing, "If you want this place, it’s yours."

"Are you really giving it up?" Xiaofeng raised her eyebrow, "Are you that scared, just like that?"

Little did Xiaofeng know, it wasn’t her the man feared, but the name of Dragon King.

"Miss Su, I don’t know if you are still short of people, but if you are, I can come over and run some errands for you," said the chubby man with a smile, approaching her. "I may not have many skills, but I do have some strength."

Xiaofeng knew exactly what he was up to; he wanted to pry information about the Dragon King from her.

She didn’t know the Dragon King, nor did she have any idea what he was like, whether she should keep him around or not. "Sorry, no need," she declined.

"Really not needed?" the chubby man pressed, not willing to give up.

"No need," she repeated.

After the chubby man left, he gave Xiaofeng several more glances—he had to tell Wolfman about it, report that there was news about the Dragon King.

Wolfman had always wanted to challenge the Dragon King to a duel, to see who was stronger.

But the Dragon King had disappeared after that one battle, and for years there had been no news about him.

Some said the Dragon King had retired, others said he had taken a wife and had children, living a life hidden from the world. Still, others said the Dragon King had died, had met a tragic end overseas.

Regardless of the outcome, the legendary name still struck a chord when heard at home, leaving a lingering sense of dread.

No sooner had the chubby man left than Uncle Yuan arrived.

He came in clutching a smoking pipe and started beating Yuan Junkai straight away: "You little rascal, you’ve completely disgraced me. Get lost, go far away, and I’m telling you, the family won’t give you another dime. I’ve spoken to your mother as well, if she gives you any money, I’ll divorce her and live alone. Better to leave you now than to be driven to an early grave by your antics. I might live a few years longer that way."

They had said he had already rented the place out, yet there he was, bringing people over again.

He had been shrewd all his life, how could he have fathered such a shameless, uneducated brat.

"Hmph, if you don’t give, you don’t give. I can support myself on my own. Just wait and see," Yuan Junkai dodged Uncle Yuan’s blows, throwing his head back, "I have so many friends out there, I don’t believe none of them will take me in, none will give me food."

"You’ve got guts, get out now," Uncle Yuan pointed to the gate. "There’s the door, go."

"I’m going," Yuan Junkai said with a defiant air. He was a man in his thirties; was he afraid to leave home or something?

He would show him today by leaving home on his own.

Yuan Junkai left through the gate, hopped onto his motorbike, and drove off without looking back.

"Xiaofeng, I’m sorry, my son is a mess and almost caused you trouble. Go ahead with your construction work with peace of mind. If he brings people to make trouble again, I’ll break his legs," Uncle Yuan said, puffing on his pipe and blowing a ring of smoke. "But you, I see you’ve got a thing or two up your sleeve."

"Yes, my grandfather knew some martial arts, so I know a little, too. Handling one or two is not a problem," she admitted.

"That’s good. It’s indeed not very reassuring for girls being at home or going out alone," Uncle Yuan said, thinking of something and grinning broadly. "How long do you think it’ll take for him to give up if I do it your way?"

Listening to Uncle Yuan, Xiaofeng knew he was determined. She smiled knowingly, "Three days at most."

Uncle Yuan thought it sounded about right. Cut off his source of money, and considering his wastefulness without any plan, with just the bit of money he had, it would last him barely a few days. Three days was already quite generous.