"Playing you? Who the hell do you think you are to be toyed with by Mister Mo?"
Liu Lao San let out a cold shout, stepping forward and delivering two slaps to Brother Rhino.
Brother Rhino didn’t dare to fight back. There was no other choice, the other side had more people, and each one of them was a tough character. If he tried to fight back now, there would be no good outco.
His face the picture of misery, he pleaded, "Big brother, please, I’m begging you, let off."
Mo Han waved his hand, signaling He Chen to take care of it himself. He was too lazy to speak about such matters.
He Chen imdiately shot a look at Liu Lao San, who nodded and took five or six of his n to escort Brother Rhino to the closed-off alley behind the hotel.
After a short while, shrieks like those of a pig being slaughtered echoed through the night.
anwhile, Mo Han bent down and quietly observed Tian Ye, whose legs had been broken.
As Tian Ye turned his head back, Mo Han let out a light chuckle and said, "Tian Ye, you’ve smashed my car. Now tell , how do we settle this?"
"You, Mister Mo! What the hell do you even want!" Faced with others, Tian Ye was sowhat intimidated, but in front of Mo Han, he seed not at all afraid.
Mo Han smiled faintly, "I don’t want much, just to settle a bill with you."
"I spent 2.1 million buying this car, and then a few hundred thousand more on modifications at Old He’s place – let’s call it 2.2 million."
"I checked with the dealership, and there’s only one carmine red Cayenne S. It’ll be over a month before the next shipnt arrives. Your actions have deprived Ning’er and of a car to drive, not to ntion the transportation costs you owe . Let’s set it at 10,000 a day, which makes it 300,000 for a month."
"Chen Chen is just over three years old, and he had to witness the violent scene of you smashing the car, which has caused significant psychological trauma. I’ll inevitably have to take him to a psychologist for guidance. That’ll be at least 1 million in expenses."
"Finally, add the emotional distress you caused Ning’er and , 2 million seems fair, doesn’t it?"
"Old He, how much does he owe exactly?"
He Chen chuckled, "Mister Mo, this scumbag owes you 6 million!"
"Bullshit!"
Tian Ye started counting on his fingers. "2.2 million, 300,000, 1 million, plus another 2 million, it’s obviously 5.5 million!"
Slap!
He Chen landed a slap, "Damn it, don’t I have an appearance fee?"
Appearance fee?
Tian Ye held his cheek in frustration, feeling helpless.
Big brother, I didn’t ask for your appearance...
"I... I don’t have that much money," Tian Ye said, his mouth twitching, "I’ve only got 1 million on right now."
"No money?" He Chen sneered, "Call your dad!"
"If he doesn’t pay up, I’ll make sure both of your hands are useless too!"
"No, please!"
Tian Ye hastily voiced out. These people were demons, capable of carrying out their threats. He had already lost all sensation in his lower body and couldn’t afford to lose his hands as well.
He fumbled for his phone in his pocket and shakily dialed his father’s number, "Hello, dad, it’s ..."
Before he could finish, He Chen snatched the phone from his hand, "Hello, are you Tian Ye’s father?"
"I won’t waste your ti. Your son smashed my friend’s Cayenne, and I’m asking for 6 million in compensation. Do you have any objections?"
The person on the other end of the phone stayed silent for three seconds before speaking up, "My friend, aren’t you a bit too greedy for a Porsche Cayenne..."
He Chen’s lips curled up slightly, "Sorry, I don’t have friends like you."
"Let introduce myself. My surna is He, single na Chen. On the streets, everyone calls Brother Chen."
Brother Chen?
At the ntion of that na, the voice on the phone started to tremble with fear, "You... You are Brother Chen... Chen Ye?"
Tian Ye’s father didn’t dare to call him Brother Chen; after all, joking with Jiangling City’s underground king, a man notorious for his ruthlessness, was tantamount to courting death.
"Oh, so you know ?" He Chen said with a mocking laugh, "So, do you still think I’m asking for too much?"
"Not at all! Not at all! It’s totally reasonable, perfectly reasonable!" Tian Ye’s father said hurriedly, "Your bank account number, please. I’ll transfer the money right now!"
"Fine, you know the drill," He Chen said with a smile, "I’ll send you the account number later. Also, a piece of advice—hurry up and send soone to pick up your son..."
...
Less than ten minutes passed, and Mo Han received a ssage confirming a transfer of 6 million.
He glanced at the ssage then imdiately deleted it. Afterward, he walked to the back of the car and took out a scooter.
"Still, the little donkey is best," Mo Han chuckled at himself as he prepared to leave.
He Chen imdiately stepped forward, "Mister Mo, I have a few cars in my garage, why don’t you pick a couple?"
"Forget it," Mo Han said, waving his hand, "I’ll sort it out myself. It’s getting late, and you should head back to prepare for tomorrow. Early in the morning, I still need to treat your wife."
"Yes, of course," He Chen replied, deeply grateful.
Mo Han waved his hand, parked the scooter in front of the lobby, and then quickly climbed the steps, taking his daughter Chen Chen into his arms.
On the way, Mo Han rode the scooter, Luo Ning carried their daughter, cruising through the early sumr night.
"Wife, it was Tian Ye who had our car smashed."
Mo Han knew Luo Ning would surely ask, so he decided to co clean first, "Old He couldn’t stand for it, so he dealt with Tian Ye."
"As for that car, I’ve had Old He help send it to a repair shop. It will probably take so ti to fix."
"Shall I buy you a new one instead?"
"Forget it, I’ve just started working, and besides, I don’t have the money," Luo Ning shook her head and blushed, "Actually, compared to driving, I prefer sitting on your scooter."
"Because then I can hold you tightly..."
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