I'm In Love With the Guy I Grew Up With-Chapter 777 You No Longer Have the Value to Live 2

Chapter 777: Chapter 777 You No Longer Have the Value to Live 2
Time rewinds to five hours ago.
In Ying City, the setting sun’s afterglow softly illuminated the entire city, painting a vast expanse of sky red, resplendent and bright.
Qingkong Cafe.
Jian Yixue placed a freshly made mango juice on the tray, which Qiao Nancheng then carried over.
By coincidence, the two were summer part-timers at the same cafe.
As the number of customers dwindled, Jian Yixue, having nothing to do, sat on a bar stool flipping through textbooks for the next semester to preview.
From the doorway, a group of men in black entered, exuding an aggressive aura.
Upon seeing the tattoo on the muscular build of the leader, she gripped her phone with a sinking heart and contemplated whether to call the police...
"Qiao Nancheng," the tattooed man called out Qiao Nancheng’s name, "if you don’t want this cafe to suffer because of you, come out."
Qiao Nancheng pursed his lips, silently followed them out.
Jian Yixue hesitated for a few seconds, took off her apron, and followed them out.
They didn’t go far, stopping in front of a small alley, Jian Yixue chose a sycamore tree, hid behind it, and eavesdropped on their conversation.
"Tonight, at ’Charm-Color’, you fight in the boxing ring," the tattooed man arrogantly declared, flicking ash from his cigarette, "Qiao Ye said, you are no longer worth keeping alive."
Jian Yixue heard Qiao Nancheng struggling to make his words clear, "Did he, did he really say that?"
"Who asked your own father to owe Qiao Ye so much money? Over the years, raising you has also cost a lot. Previously, you protected the Ning Family’s daughter, and Ning Jingshen would help Qiao Ye’s businesses, but now Ning Jingshen is lying in the hospital, do you expect to freeload?"
The tattooed man maliciously watched Qiao Nancheng, "Tonight, fight till the last match, or else, go die. Those are your only two options."
Qiao Nancheng lowered his gaze, neither agreeing nor refusing.
"You stuttering fool! I’m talking to you!" the tattooed man jabbed at Qiao Nancheng’s head, and maliciously extinguished his cigarette on Qiao Nancheng’s arm.
The air seemed to carry the bloody scent of the cigarette butt scorching the skin; Jian Yixue covered her mouth, unable to believe the scene before her.
"He really said that?" Qiao Nancheng repeated, the tattooed man impatiently yelled, "How many times do you want me to say it! Have you forgotten what you promised Qiao Ye? Your life was given by him, and now he wants to take it back, you only need to obey, understand?"
After a long time, Qiao Nancheng finally said:
"I understand."
...
Afterwards, Qiao Nancheng left the cafe, and as Jian Yixue thought more about it, feeling something was off, she used his phone to call Ning Xixi.
"How much does Qiao Nancheng owe Qiao Ye?" Xiao Xichen asked in surprise.
Ning Xixi wrung her fingers, "I don’t know, it must be a large sum."
"What will you do when you find him? Pay back Qiao Nancheng’s debts?"
"Yes."
"No, you contact the Song Family, get Qiao Nancheng out first! Then talk about money!"
...
Charm-Color.
This is Ying City’s largest underground gambling den, where the most valuable things are two things.
Women and life.
In the boxing ring, Qiao Nancheng was covered in sweat, gasping for breath on the stage, barely able to stand.
He didn’t know which opponent he was facing anymore, he had no strength to fight anymore.
However, he scoffed at himself, thinking that in this world, no one cared about him anyway.
But why... why does the thought of Ning Xixi make him so unwilling to die?
Not wanting to die, why is that so difficult?