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More than three million.

A string of stark numbers, like a heavy hammer blow, slammed into the eyes of everyone in the room.

The air in the room froze instantly.

Taishan's sinister smile froze. He stared intently at the balance, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The group of thugs behind him, armed with weapons, began to breathe heavily, their eyes gleaming with an almost overflowing greed.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

After a brief silence, Mount Tai burst into deafening laughter.

He pointed at Li Haotian, laughing so hard he was doubled over, his whole body trembling.

"Brothers, did you hear that? Did you see that? We're rich! Not only did this kid not run away, he even got the money ready for us!"

"Brother Long is right, this kid is a money-giving charm!"

"He still owes us 20 million. I think his 3 million on him is enough for us to split!"

The thugs joined in the commotion, their foul language and laughter filling the small space once again. The way they looked at Li Haotian was like a butcher eyeing a fat pig that had already been tied up.

Li Haotian took back his phone and put it in his pocket.

He ignored the shouts around him, showing no fear whatsoever.

He simply looked at the spilled sukiyaki broth on the ground and frowned slightly.

"What a pity."

He said something softly, then slowly stood up from the sofa.

"Why are you standing up? Trying to kneel and beg for mercy?" A blond thug closest to him poked his shoulder with his baseball bat. "Too late!"

Li Haotian ignored him.

He leaned against the wall and walked step by step toward the door panel that had been kicked away.

His movements were slow, and his legs were trembling slightly. He looked like a patient recovering from a serious illness, who might fall at any moment.

His weak appearance only made Taishan and his men laugh even more unrestrainedly.

"What is he trying to do? Hold onto the doorframe?"

"This is hilarious! Is this kid scared out of his wits?"

"With that build, one punch from me would probably break him apart."

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Li Haotian walked to the door.

He bent down, grabbed the heavy iron door panel with both hands, and laboriously lifted it up little by little, then stuffed it back into the deformed door frame.

"Clang!"

The door panel was barely stuck.

Throughout the entire process, he looked shaky and precarious, as if a gust of wind could knock him over.

Taishan crossed his arms and watched him like he was watching a monkey show, his sarcasm growing stronger.

"Hey, what are you doing? Performing some kind of acrobatics act?"

"You still want to put the door back on? What, are you afraid we'll run away?"

To them, Li Haotian's actions were both ridiculous and laughable.

A prey about to be torn apart and skinned alive doesn't think about how to escape; instead, it leisurely goes to repair a door that has already been kicked down.

Li Haotian did not answer.

After straightening the door, he reached out and grasped the lock button on the inside of the door.

"Click".

A soft sound.

It's locked from the inside.

The laughter that filled the room seemed to have been paused, disappearing instantly.

Everyone was stunned.

The smile on Taishan's face also froze.

He blinked, a little taken aback.

This kid... locked himself in his room?

What kind of operation is this?

"Kid, are you fucking out of your mind?" Taishan finally couldn't help but speak, his tone full of absurdity and incomprehension. "You locked yourself up like a turtle in a jar? You know how to make a show work, don't you?"

"Haha, Brother Taishan, this kid's afraid he'll run away, so he's saving us trouble by doing it in advance!"

"I think he's completely gone mad!"

After a brief moment of surprise, the thugs burst into even louder laughter.

In their view, Li Haotian's actions were not just foolish, but a complete mental breakdown.

Li Haotian slowly turned around.

He was still leaning against that broken door, his body still looking so thin.

But his eyes changed.

Those previously lifeless eyes now seemed to have come alive, cold and undisturbed, like two bottomless pools of ice.

He looked at the thugs who were laughing heartily all over the room, and at Taishan, who was in charge.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but like an icicle, clearly piercing everyone's ears.

"Wrong."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over everyone present from left to right.

"That's called closing the door."

He spoke the last two words softly and slowly, his lips barely moving.

"Beat the dog."

"Damn it! You're asking for it!"

The blond thug closest to Li Haotian felt he had been utterly insulted.

He roared and swung the steel pipe in his hand, smashing it down hard on Li Haotian's head!

He used all his strength in that strike, and the sound of the wind it generated was quite piercing.

He could almost see the kid's head explode like a watermelon.

Taishan and the others crossed their arms and watched the show with cold smiles.

They were just waiting to see how this reckless brat would die.

The steel pipe whistled down.

Li Haotian did not dodge.

He just stood there, without even blinking.

He simply raised his left hand.

Just as the steel pipe was about to hit his head, his seemingly frail hand suddenly opened wide and reached upwards to meet it.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

It wasn't the sound of flesh and blood blooming.

It wasn't the sound of bones breaking.

The heavy steel pipe was firmly held in mid-air by a hand.

The sneer on the blond thug's face froze instantly.

He felt as if he had been smashed into a steel plate; his hand was numb from the impact, and the steel pipe almost slipped from his grasp.

He tried to pull it back, but found that the steel pipe was as if it had been welded to the other person's hand and wouldn't budge.

"you……"

He only had time to utter one word.

"Creak..."

A sickening metallic creak echoed in the silent room.

Everyone's pupils contracted sharply at that moment.

They saw it.

The hollow steel pipe, as thick as an arm, was deforming at a visible speed in Li Haotian's seemingly frail hand!

A dent appeared.

Then came the second course, the third course...

The surface of the steel pipe began to twist and bend, like scrap iron being slowly squeezed by a hydraulic press.

"Creak... Click..."

The color drained from the blond thug's face in an instant.

His eyes widened, his mouth agape, as if he had seen a ghost, watching helplessly as the weapon in his hand was twisted into a pretzel in the other person's grasp.

This...this is human strength?

The cold smile on Taishan's face froze completely.

His facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

He's been around for so many years, he's broken at least eighty or a hundred bones, but he can crush a steel pipe into scrap metal with one hand.

Is this his mom making a movie?!

The room was deathly silent.

All the previous mockery and arrogance vanished without a trace, leaving only heavy breathing and that chilling metallic groan.

Li Haotian remained expressionless.

He moved his wrist slightly.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound.

The twisted scrap metal that he had crumpled into a ball was torn from the blond thug's hand and fell to the ground with a crisp thud.

Li Haotian loosened his grip and shook it, as if he had simply brushed off some dust.

He looked at the blond thug who was already terrified, then his gaze passed over him and landed on the horrified face of Taishan.

He took a step forward.

"Next."