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"Mr. He, you said you would provide our child to the school for three years, but it's only the second year now, and you stopped funding. Aren't you cheating people …"

"Right, back then you said that you would let our family of three eat a good meal and live a good life. It's only been a few years, why are you so impatient? You're a liar!"

"Big liar, hurry up and give us the money. If we don't, we won't be leaving today!"

"Right, right, give me money! Quickly give me money!" Damn, still not opening the door! "

"…"

In front of Ye Chong'er's door, there were more than ten people surrounding her door, all of them furious. The few people in front of her were still banging on her door, making loud noises!

Just as a thirty-something year old man was about to kick the door open, the door opened. A pale middle-aged man with weak steps arrived at the door with great difficulty.

These people did not care about Ye He's condition at all. When they saw the main character come out, they immediately started shouting excitedly.

"Mr. He, you finally came out to pay. I got here first, give it to me first!" An old woman waved her hands and shouted excitedly.

"…"

The middle-aged man's name was Ye He, and he was a famous blacksmith in Pai Mu Town.

The residents of Peregrine, even in the next village, loved to buy the iron he made.

Therefore, Ye He was a rather wealthy person in Pai Mu Town, which was located in a remote part of the South China Sea. Its economy was relatively backward, and there were also some poor people living in some of the surrounding towns.

Some of them couldn't even fill their stomach and couldn't even afford to go to school. Thus, Ye He decided to help them out, and this gang never stopped.

Now, Ye He was so severely ill that he no longer had the strength to forge iron. Since he had spent almost all of his savings on the treatment, he no longer had the money to help them.

He didn't expect that they would be so unsatisfied that they even forced their way to his doorstep …

"Fellow villagers, I am truly sorry. I have been ill recently. If my body can be cured, I will definitely give you the money."

"How long will it take for you to recover?" someone asked.

"I don't know." Ye Chong shook his head with a bitter smile.

This time, everyone was slightly unhappy.

Ye He stared absentmindedly at these poor commoners that he had been saving all this time. Now, all he saw was a face filled with gratitude.

It made his heart turn cold all of a sudden. As his mind trembled, Ye He suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. That wasn't ordinary blood, it was blood from his heart!

He fell down straight down.

"Uncle Ye!" An alarmed and furious voice rang out, followed by the crowd being pushed aside. Right when Ye He was about to fall to the ground, a pair of hands reached out to Ye He's waist, gently lifting him up.

He saw Ye He closing his eyes tightly, and his breathing was erratic. He was afraid...

Ling Yan's expression suddenly darkened, and he handed Ye He to the teary face of Ye Chong, before slowly turning around to face the crowd. His eyes were ice-cold, like a wild beast that was about to swallow a person.

"You, what are you doing? Don't stop us from asking for money."

Even though their benefactor was critically ill, in their eyes, their interests were everything.

An ingrate, that was all.

"Scram!"

Ling Yan suddenly let out an angry roar. His fist fiercely smashed into the ground below him. A huge explosion immediately sounded out.

The ground was actually cracked open by Ling Yan's attacks, as small cracks extended outwards in the surrounding area by a few dozen centimeters.

Everyone immediately jumped in fright. Was this even a person? Even the stone ground had split open, and if they were to hit a person, they would immediately die.

Seeing Ling Yan walk out expressionlessly with his bloody fist, everyone let out a loud cry and scattered in all directions. Not long later, the surroundings completely quieted down, with the exception of the sounds of heartbreaking grief from the courtyard …