Leaving the hospital, Li Zhonglou went to the mall and bought a clean set of clothes.
Under the gaze of the salesclerk who was almost calling the police, he threw his blood-stained clothes into the trash.
Then he calmly said, "It's all someone else's blood. I was in a shootout earlier."
"Tch."
The salesclerk immediately relaxed, put down her phone, and looked at Li Zhonglou's retreating back with mockery. "What era is this? Still talking about shootouts, thinking you're in a movie?"
"Not old, but big mouth."
Half an hour later.
The commotion at the underground fight club had completely ended. Inside the office.
The bald man with a tilted neck stared at the surveillance footage of Li Zhonglou, his expression like he had just eaten something unpleasant.
"Boss, we suffered quite a loss this time. We didn't win any money and someone died. How are we going to explain this to the police?" a subordinate said, head lowered.
His expression was tense, his eyes filled with fear.
Under their watch, their boss was knocked unconscious and a comrade was killed.
They knew nothing about it.
Given their boss's temperament, it was already a mercy that he hadn't killed them.
"Tell the police it was all this kid's doing, and we had nothing to do with it." The bald man's face was as dark as a stormy night. He picked up the homemade gun, wiped it thoroughly with wet wipes, and tossed it onto the floor.
"Yes!" The subordinate prepared to leave.
But he was called back by the bald man. "Wait, go find Xu Lie's sister and bring her to me."
"His reputation or his family, he has to choose one."
"If he doesn't want to, I'll help him choose."
Saying this, a sinister smile spread across his face, chilling anyone who saw it.
The subordinate acknowledged and left.
As soon as he opened the door, he was sent flying back.
Thump!
He hit the wall and immediately slumped down, unconscious.
At the doorway, a figure wearing a mask and hat flashed inside.
Before the bald man could react, the mask was ripped off, revealing Li Zhonglou.
"It's you, how dare you come back!" The bald man's eyes bulged, and he sprang up from his large chair.
Li Zhonglou gave a wicked smile, then locked the door with his backhand. "Let's talk."
"Talk about what?" The bald man looked at the gun he had just thrown on the floor, regretting it immensely.
"I beat up your people, so I should take responsibility. Compensation should be paid. I'm a fair person." Li Zhonglou also saw the gun and walked over unhurriedly, intending to bend down and pick it up.
Watching his actions, the bald man remained still, his eyes filled with unspeakable malice.
Li Zhonglou's surprise return was completely unexpected.
But as long as he wasn't killed, everything could be discussed.
He had intended to frame Li Zhonglou, but since there were no fingerprints of Li Zhonglou on the gun, he had to wipe off all of them.
Now, the moment he touched the gun, the evidence would be solidified.
Truly, the road to heaven was not taken, but the gate of hell was forced open!
But just as Li Zhonglou's fingers were about to touch the gun, he stopped, straightened up again, and kicked the gun far away.
"I almost forgot this gun killed someone. If I touched it, wouldn't I become a scapegoat?" Li Zhonglou looked at the bald man and said with a relaxed smile, "Let's talk about compensation."
"Two security guards, plus you, a hundred thousand should be enough."
The bald man listened, utterly bewildered. "What exactly do you mean? I don't know who you are, but if you dare to play tricks, I will absolutely make you suffer!"
"I don't mean anything special. I'll pay you a hundred thousand in medical expenses, and you give me seven million nine hundred thousand." Li Zhonglou said seriously, "I remember Xu Lie's compensation was 1:0.5. I bet four million on him. Since he won, it's right for me to ask you for eight million, isn't it?"
Upon hearing this, the bald man's mouth hung open, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"You're not willing to give it?" Li Zhonglou's eyelids twitched slightly.
He had returned, taking great risks, to get his money, fearing that if too much time passed, the bald man would deny it.
This money was extremely important to him at this stage.
"Are you sick?" the bald man finally cursed. "At a 1:1 ratio, it's eight million."
"Where did eight million come from at a 1:0.5 ratio? Why don't you go rob a bank!"
Li Zhonglou's pupils contracted, and his heart skipped a beat.
He only then realized he had miscalculated. He rarely gambled and was completely unfamiliar with such matters.
He had been thinking of doubling it, expecting to win eight million.
Besides, he had been distracted by Xu Lie at the time, and then he had jumped to conclusions.
It had absolutely nothing to do with his intelligence.
However, a mistake was a mistake, and there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
Since ancient times, who has not made mistakes? What's important is to solve them.
So, with a calm face, he said, "You must have misunderstood. I've already compensated your subordinates. My brother Xu Lie was poisoned under your orders. Is there no compensation for that?"
"He's still in the ICU fighting for his life. Asking you for two million is not unreasonable, right?"
Fortunately, there was a precedent, making it reasonable.
"Kid, who exactly are you? You dare to extort me, are you tired of living?" The bald man was utterly exasperated by Li Zhonglou. He couldn't beat him, couldn't call his subordinates, and couldn't get his hands on the gun. He could only resign himself to his fate.
"It's not that I can't afford to lose, you know. But at least let me lose clearly, so I can feel better about it."
"Four million is just four million, I can afford to lose it."
He was trying his best to suppress his anger. Regardless of whether Li Zhonglou said anything, after this matter, he would investigate Li Zhonglou's identity and background.
In a small place like Qin Zhou, how could he suffer such a silent loss?
Once he found out, Li Zhonglou's entire family would die!
"Li Zhonglou, you should know my name when you transfer the money." Li Zhonglou leaned over the office desk and handed out his mobile banking account for receiving payments. "As for anything else, I have no comment."
"But I advise you not to lay a finger on Xu Lie's sister."
"Otherwise, with the evidence on my phone, you'll never get out of prison for the rest of your life."
These words made the bald man's veins bulge, his eyes practically bursting with anger.
Extorting him was one thing, but brazenly threatening him was another.
Yet, he couldn't get angry.
Who knew what evidence Li Zhonglou had on his phone?
Putting aside the murder, even if the underground black market was exposed, it would cause a massive uproar and implicate a large number of people.
He couldn't bear that responsibility.
"You're ruthless. We'll settle this later." The bald man gritted his teeth and transferred seven million nine hundred thousand to Li Zhonglou's account.
Then he watched as Li Zhonglou swaggered out of the office.
Only when he was absolutely sure Li Zhonglou was gone did he call his subordinates, point at Li Zhonglou's image on the surveillance, and roar hysterically, "You bunch of good-for-nothings, investigate him for me! I want to find out everything about him!"
At the same time.
A charming and petite figure pushed the door open and entered.
She said crisply, "What are you going crazy about? No need to investigate. I know who he is. You don't need to worry about this anymore."
If Li Zhonglou saw this person, even with his strong will, he would likely be shocked beyond measure.
The person speaking was Li Duo'er, with whom he had interacted twice and felt a natural sense of closeness.
"Young Miss, he..." The bald man was stunned, clearly at his wit's end.
"What? My words don't count? Should I ask my father for instructions?" Li Duo'er smiled innocently and spoke carelessly, but it sent a shiver of cold down the bald man's spine.
He dared not utter another word.