The sudden scene left Li Sisi dumbfounded. Among the group of people before her, she only recognized one.
Wang Dacong!
The wildly popular, filthy-rich young playboy who had millions of young girls swooning online!
"I don't care if the people I make friends with have money or not—none of them are as rich as me anyway!"
When Xu Lang had quoted his lackey's famous line earlier, Li Sisi had thought he was just bragging. But now, it seemed Xu Lang really did know Wang Dacong, and what was more...
Even the usually arrogant and defiant young master Wang, who treated everyone and everything with utter disdain, was being thoroughly respectful to Xu Lang, practically taking on the posture of a subordinate!
Wait!
Before the shock in Li Sisi's heart could fade, her gaze locked onto He Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground!
The head... of the Xingdong Guild!
In an instant, Li Sisi's eyes widened. Her view of Xu Lang changed completely, and the shock in her heart was beyond description.
Just who on earth was this guy? Li Sisi was desperate to find out the answer!
"Mr. Xu, it's all my fault for failing to discipline my son properly. That brat actually..."
"Bang!"
Before He Zhen could finish, the villa's front door was kicked open.
Everyone turned to look, and saw He Wenyao walking in at the front, his hands in his pockets, acting supremely arrogant.
"You surnamed Xu, let's see if this daddy doesn't finish you off today... What the hell, Dad?!"
He Wenyao froze in utter bewilderment, apparently not expecting to run into his old man here.
And what's more! Why is my dad kneeling?
Are his legs bad? Did his gout flare up?
"Good son-in-law, daughter, save me quickly!" Li Jianwen was being propped up by two burly men, looking thoroughly battered with bruises all over his face, clearly having been subjected to quite a bit of torture.
Though Li Sisi despised Li Jianwen as a father, blood was thicker than water after all. Seeing him tortured like this instantly made her anxious: "Let go of my dad!"
"Whoosh—"
Chen Long moved like a ghost to block Li Sisi's path, but the next moment—
With a loud "thud", a size-nine shoe imprint appeared on Chen Long's face, and he went flying backward instantly.
Lin Xiaofei brushed the dust off his shoes and cursed irritably, "Are you any good at fighting? What the hell is the use of being good at fighting!"
Wang Dacong stepped forward and lowered his voice. "Lines like that are usually said by the villains."
Urgh!
Lin Xiaofei's mouth twitched twice.
He Wenyao was completely numb.
His old man was kneeling on the ground! Chen Long, an elite enforcer, had just been kicked flying by a single blow!
He Wenyao couldn't help wondering if he was still fast asleep and dreaming.
"You little beast, get over here and kneel down."
He Zhen's furious roar told He Wenyao this wasn't a dream—it was real.
"Dad, why are you..."
Before He Wenyao could finish his question, He Zhen jumped up from the floor, grabbed him by the collar, dragged him right in front of Xu Lang, and slammed his feet into the backs of his knees with two heavy thuds. "Kneel! Why aren't you apologizing to Mr. Xu?"
"I, I..."
"I your head!" He Zhen was beside himself with rage and slapped him hard across the face.
Li Sisi hurried over to help Li Jianwen up. The latter was no less shocked than his daughter; he had assumed that once He Wenyao found Xu Lang, Xu Lang wouldn't stand a chance of escaping disaster, never expecting this scene to unfold before his eyes.
"Uncle, are you alright?" Xu Lang asked meaningfully.
"I'm fi—" Li Jianwen started to say he was fine, going against his true feelings, but catching the look Xu Lang gave him, he immediately caught on: "I'm in agony! They almost beat me to death!"
Xu Lang nodded with satisfaction, crouched down, and looked at He Zhen and his son. "You heard him. Your son almost beat my uncle to death."
"I'm sorry, it's all our fault. Please, Mr. Xu, forgive us." At that moment, He Zhen wished he could tear He Wenyao into eight pieces.
It was bad enough that the little bastard was arrogant and domineering, but he couldn't even keep his eyes open enough to avoid provoking a big shot before whom even Lin Xiaofei had to bow and scrape.
If he could, He Zhen really wanted to say: Every debt has its debtor, this guy is not my son!
"If apologies were useful, what would we need the law for?" Xu Lang demanded imperiously.
Neither He Zhen nor He Wenyao dared to breathe a single loud breath.
"Master, just give the word, and I'll go right back and rally my men to wipe out the Xingdong Guild!" Lin Xiaofei said loftily, completely disregarding He Zhen.
"Young Master Lin, calm your anger!" He Zhen trembled with fright. "As long as it appeases Mr. Xu's anger, I'll agree to any condition!"
To be able to drive the head of the Xingdong Guild to this extent—if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Li Jianwen wouldn't have believed it if it killed him.
"Sisi, what on earth is your boyfriend's background? He's so badass!" Li Jianwen whispered.
Li Sisi glared at him, thinking to herself that she was even more curious than he was.
"Remember what I told you last night?" Xu Lang asked He Wenyao.
"I... I remember!" He Wenyao answered in terror.
Xu Lang nodded with satisfaction. "Then you tell me, what should we do?"
"I'll pay compensation!" He Wenyao blurted out.
"Yes, yes, yes, we'll compensate!"
He Zhen hurriedly echoed his son's words. "Mr. Xu, name your figure, and I'll have someone bring the money right over."
"Do you two have that kind of money?"
Wang Dacong's sneering voice cut in.
Lin Xiaofei glanced at him sideways. "We know you're rich. Why don't you send me a billion or eight hundred million to spend later?"
"Damn it, my money doesn't blow in on the wind, and besides, my old man isn't dead yet—I won't be inheriting the family business anytime soon."
Wang Dacong shut his mouth immediately.
"One billion!"
Xu Lang said unhurriedly, "Bring the money, and I can pretend this never happened."
What? One billion!
He Zhen's old face instantly turned deathly pale.
Lin Xiaofei leaned into Xu Lang's ear. "Master, I don't think they can cough up that much cash."
Xu Lang frowned and looked at him with disdain. "The Xingdong Guild is the number one gang in Hangzhou, and they can't even scrape together this little bit of money!"
"Master, you think everyone's loaded like you!"
Lin Xiaofei laughed bitterly.
Any tycoon on the rich list might be worth tens of billions, but if you asked them to scrape together one billion in cash on short notice, very few could actually pull it off.
"Then you tell me, how much compensation can you offer?" Xu Lang asked.
He Zhen slowly raised a single hand.
"Five hundred million?"
Xu Lang raised an eyebrow. Though it was cut in half, it was barely acceptable.
Yet He Zhen shook his head, trembling as he said, "F-fifty million!"
What the hell?
Xu Lang's expression changed instantly. "Damn it, you don't haggle in business like this! Fifty million? Are you brushing off a beggar? Three hundred million, and not a penny less, or this isn't over!"
He Zhen looked like he was about to cry. "Mr. Xu, I really can't scrape together that much money. The most I can manage is one hundred million!"
Seeing that he wasn't faking it, Xu Lang paused to ponder before asking again, "You're sure you can't come up with it?"
"I really can't!" He Zhen was practically ready to swear a poisonous oath to prove it.
"Fine, I believe you!"
He Zhen had thought Xu Lang was agreeing to let the matter rest, but the fellow's next words almost made him curse his ancestors.
"I have connections at the bank. I can set you up with a loan. It doesn't matter if your credit score is bad, I can even introduce you to micro-loan services. If all else fails, I've got ways to hook you up with loan sharks..."