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"Um... Xiao Tian..."

The landlord's obsequious voice came from outside the door, as if he were a completely different person.

"Auntie, I was a little loud just now, please don't take it to heart... As for the rent and utilities, there's no rush, no rush..."

Li Haotian ignored her.

He leaned against the wall, slowly walked back to the creaking old sofa, and sat down gently.

The few minutes he had just stood and walked had drained all the strength from his body.

The noise outside the door continued.

"Xiao Tian, ​​look how messy your room is. Shall I tidy it up for you? It's not convenient for you to be alone..."

Li Haotian closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and didn't even bother to move a finger.

The voices outside the door paused for a moment, as if waiting for a response.

A few seconds later, a rustling sound was heard, followed by deliberately quiet footsteps going downstairs.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Li Haotian could imagine that the obese figure was rushing downstairs at a speed disproportionate to her size, eager to share this earth-shattering gossip with all the tenants in the building.

"Old Li's disabled son has struck it rich! Over three million!"

"We also want to buy this building and demolish it!"

These words will soon spread like a virus throughout this old community.

Then, it reached the ears of some people.

Li Haotian opened his eyes and looked at the old ceiling fan that kept spinning on the ceiling.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

……

Less than twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Li Haotian, holding onto the sofa armrest, stood up again and slowly moved over to open the door.

A food delivery guy in a yellow vest was standing at the door, carrying a huge insulated bag.

When the deliveryman saw Li Haotian open the door, he looked up at the faded door number on the door, his eyes full of doubt.

He handed over the takeout and couldn't help but ask a question.

"Dude, is this address right? Special bluefin tuna, A5 grade Wagyu beef...you..."

This place doesn't look like the kind of place people who can afford to eat takeout costing over two thousand yuan live in.

"That's right."

Li Haotian took the bag; it was very heavy, and he had to use all his strength to keep it steady.

He closed the door and placed the bag on the crumbling coffee table.

Open the packaging box.

A rich aroma, reminiscent of high-end ingredients, instantly dispelled the musty and smoky smells that had been lingering in the room.

The chilled bluefin tuna belly, with its snowflake-like marbling, is pink and tempting.

The Wagyu sukiyaki is still steaming hot, with a rich broth and an irresistible aroma of meat.

There was also a whole tray of neatly stacked Hokkaido sea urchins.

Li Haotian sat back on the sofa, picked up his chopsticks, and put a slice of tuna sashimi into his mouth.

It melts at the entrance.

The cool fish, with its rich, oily aroma, spread across his tongue, and the long-lost sense of satisfaction made him close his eyes comfortably.

He ate slowly, savoring each bite carefully.

This was the best meal he had eaten in two years.

It might be the most peaceful meal in the coming period.

As he ate, he took out his old phone from his pocket and tapped an icon.

The surveillance footage appeared on the screen.

The footage is very rough; he used the camera on this old phone to point it at the alleyway below the window.

A simple yet effective monitoring system.

In the video, several young men wearing floral shirts and showing off their tattoos are squatting on the curb at the entrance of an alley, smoking.

They chatted casually, but their eyes kept glancing towards the entrance of Li Haotian's building.

Wang Feilong's eyeliner.

Li Haotian picked up a piece of Wagyu beef, blew on it to cool it down, and put it in his mouth.

"In the past, we were the fish on the chopping block, and others were the butchers."

He spoke softly to himself, facing the air.

"Now, I'm a fisherman; it's all about whether the fish are fat enough."

He looked at the thugs on his phone screen, then looked down at the lobster on his plate.

"Hmm, the lobster meat is alright, but the fish took a while to arrive and it's too small."

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the thugs answered a phone call in the surveillance footage.

He suddenly stood up, bowed and scraped to the person on the other end of the phone, then hung up and pointed towards Li Haotian's building.

A few minutes later.

The screeching sound of brakes echoed downstairs.

Two black vans stopped at the alley entrance, and the doors were pulled open with a "whoosh," and more than a dozen figures jumped out of the vans.

They were all carrying weapons.

Steel pipes, baseball bats, and gleaming machetes.

The leader was a man who was nearly two meters tall and as strong as a bear.

His black, tight-fitting T-shirt looked like it was about to burst open at any moment, stretched taut by his bulging muscles.

"Mount Tai".

Li Haotian recognized him.

Wang Feilong's most capable henchman, who was said to have practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) in his youth and could take down seven or eight men by himself.

This is much better than those two ugly ducklings last time.

"Finally, something decent has arrived."

Li Haotian put down his chopsticks, picked up a tissue, and slowly wiped his mouth.

The sound of hurried, heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, like a herd of elephants running.

"Bang bang bang!"

It wasn't knocking, it was kicking the door.

But the weathered, broken iron gate was surprisingly sturdy, only groaning in pain.

"Damn it! Open it for me!"

A furious roar came from outside the door.

Li Haotian didn't move; he just stared quietly at the door.

next second.

"boom--!"

A loud bang.

The fragile lock could no longer hold, and the entire door was kicked inward by a tremendous force, crashing heavily against the wall and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Bald Taishan's burly figure blocked the doorway like a wall.

The dozen or so thugs behind him quickly dispersed, completely surrounding the small room and blocking all escape routes.

The light inside the room dimmed instantly.

Taishan's gaze swept across the dilapidated rented room, finally landing on Li Haotian on the sofa, and on the pile of lobster shells and empty sashimi plates on the coffee table in front of him.

He grinned, revealing a ferocious smile.

"You have money to eat lobster, but no money to pay back Brother Long?"

Taishan walked in step by step, dragging the steel pipe in his hand on the ground, making a harsh "sizzling" sound.

"Kid, you're pretty brave."

Li Haotian leaned back on the sofa, raised his eyelids, and looked at the burly man who was two heads taller than him.

His face was expressionless; he simply uttered two words softly.

"good."

"good?"

Taishan was amused by his calm demeanor.

"Brothers, did you hear that? He said it's alright!"

His thugs behind him burst into laughter.

"I think you don't even know how to write the word 'death'!"

Taishan's smile vanished abruptly, and his eyes turned fierce.

He raised the steel pipe in his hand and pointed it at Li Haotian's nose.

"Twenty million, now, immediately, right now!"

"Otherwise, I'll tear you apart, bone by bone, and feed you to the dogs!"

Li Haotian didn't look at the steel pipe that was almost poking his face.

His gaze fell on the door panel that had been kicked away behind Taishan.

He frowned slightly.

"The door needs to be paid for."

"Compensate?" Taishan seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. "I tore you apart today, why would I need to compensate you for the door?"

He slammed the steel pipe onto the coffee table.

A loud crash!

The already rickety coffee table completely collapsed.

The unfinished sukiyaki was overturned, with broth and beef spilled everywhere.

Li Haotian's eyes turned cold as he looked at the mess on the ground.

"Making such a big fuss, people who don't know any better might think they're here to ransack the house."

He picked up the last clean napkin on the table and wiped his fingers.

"Is this how your boss teaches you to collect debts? There's absolutely no skill involved; it's all about being simple and brutal, isn't it?"

Taishan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect this kid to say such a thing at a time like this.

"You're about to die, and you still dare to talk back to me?"

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he prepared to make his move.

"etc."

Li Haotian suddenly spoke.

He took his phone out of his pocket and slowly unlocked it.

"What? Trying to call the police?" Taishan scoffed. "Too late!"

Li Haotian ignored him, simply opened Alipay, and then turned his phone screen towards Mount Tai.

On the screen is a long string of balance numbers.

More than three million.

Taishan's breath suddenly caught in his throat.

The laughter of the thugs behind him also stopped.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on that string of numbers.

"The money is here," Li Haotian said calmly.

He waved his phone.

"The person is here too."

He pointed to himself.

"Now, here's the problem."

Li Haotian put his phone away, leaned back on the sofa, and watched them with an expression of amusement.

"Do you even have the ability to take it?"