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Scarface's mind went blank.

He lay on the ground, excruciating pain shooting through his broken wrist, sweat blurring his vision.

"What...what did you say?"

He thought he had misheard.

This kid crippled two of them, but instead of running away or calling the police, he complained that they were outnumbered?

What kind of logic is that?

Li Haotian gently tapped the scarred man's forehead with the tip of his baton.

I said, "Make a phone call."

His voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

"Tell your boss, Wang Feilong, to bring his men over here."

Li Haotian put away his baton, walked to the only relatively intact chair in the room, sat down, and casually placed the baton on his knee.

He crossed his legs, his movements as relaxed as if he were in his own living room.

"There aren't enough people for me to stretch my muscles."

"You...you're fucking insane!" Skinny Monkey, clutching his deformed knee and wincing in pain, still couldn't help but curse, "Do you even know who Brother Long is! How dare you call Brother Long by his name!"

Li Haotian didn't even bother to glance at him.

His gaze returned to Scarface.

His gaze was devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a dead object.

Scarface felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at so intently; the coldness shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

He had no doubt that if he uttered another word, the baton that had just broken his wrist would smash his head in the next second.

Fear overwhelmed the pain.

The scarred man trembled as he used his unbroken hand to pull his phone out of his pocket.

The screen was wet with sweat, and it took several tries to unlock it.

He shakily found "Brother Long's" number and pressed the dial button.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Hey! Scarface! Are you done yet? Can't you even handle a piece of trash?" A very impatient, gruff male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Brother Long... Brother Long..." Scarface's voice trembled with tears, "Something... something's happened!"

"Something happened? What happened? Did that kid jump off a building?"

"No...no..." Scarface glanced at Li Haotian, who was sitting perfectly fine in the chair, his teeth chattering. "Brother Long, my hand...is broken, and Monkey's leg too..."

"What?!" The voice on the other end of the phone instantly rose eight octaves. "What the hell are you talking about?! You two beat up a cripple, and you got crippled?!"

"It's true! Brother Long! This kid...this kid is really weird!"

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Wang Feilong cursed on the other end of the phone. "What am I keeping you guys for! Send me the address! I'm going to come and see for myself what kind of three-headed, six-armed figures you are!"

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The call was abruptly ended.

Scarface let out a sigh of relief, collapsing to the ground as if he had collapsed from exhaustion.

He looked at Li Haotian with a mixture of resentment and glee in his eyes.

Kid, you're arrogant.

When Brother Long arrives, let's see how you die!

Brother Long is a truly ruthless man. He earned his reputation in the underground boxing market in his early years and has several lives on his hands.

No matter how good you are at fighting, can you really beat the dozens of brothers that Brother Long brought?

Li Haotian seemed not to notice his gaze, and even smiled.

"Not bad, quite efficient."

He pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket; it was what the original owner had left, and there was only one left.

He put the cigarette in his mouth but didn't light it.

He hasn't fully recovered yet and needs to maintain peak condition.

An eerie silence fell over the cramped rented room.

The only sounds in the air were the suppressed groans of the two burly men and the locksmith's soft sobs.

Li Haotian sat there with his eyes closed, as if he were dozing.

Time passed second by second.

Every second was torture for Scarface and Skinny Monkey.

They both hoped that Brother Long would come to rescue them quickly, but they were also afraid of what Brother Long would do to them if he saw their miserable state.

The locksmith kneeling at the door was so frightened that he wet his pants, and a foul stench filled the air.

Li Haotian frowned slightly.

Just then.

"Ding!"

A crisp electronic notification sound broke the deathly silence in the room.

The sound came from the cell phone in Li Haotian's pocket.

Scarface and Skinny Monkey were both stunned.

They were all too familiar with that voice.

That's the sound of Alipay payment arriving.

Li Haotian opened his eyes and took out his old, worn-out smartphone.

The screen lights up, and a push notification is prominently displayed.

Alipay payment received: 100,000 yuan

100,000!

Scarface's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He's been collecting debts for so many years and has seen countless debtors, all of whom are dirt poor.

To avoid a debt of 20 million, Li Haotian even sold his house and is now renting this shabby place. Where did he get 100,000?

And the money arrived at this critical juncture?

"Where...where did you get the money?" Scarface couldn't help but ask, forgetting even the excruciating pain in his hand.

Li Haotian glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Before logging off, he packed up all the unused wolf meat, rabbit meat, and wild fruits he had collected in the game and listed them on the auction house at an extremely low price.

At the time, he was just trying it out.

Unexpectedly, at this time, all players were forced offline, exhausted and hungry.

The basic food items he listed instantly became hard currency, and were snapped up by wealthy second-generation players who didn't care about money.

The price was driven up all the way, and it eventually sold for 100,000 credits.

According to the official 1:1 exchange rate of the game, that's exactly 100,000 yuan.

"Tsk."

Li Haotian looked at the numbers on his phone, pursed his lips, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Is that all? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

"puff--"

Upon hearing this, the skinny monkey nearly choked on his breath, aggravating his broken leg, and burst into another series of wailing cries.

100,000 yuan!

Still not enough?

This is money they couldn't earn even after working hard for half a year!

Scarface felt his worldview had been shaken.

Who exactly is this young man in front of me?

Wasn't he the one who was kicked out of the club, betrayed by his girlfriend, and ruined in his reputation, a complete loser?

Why are so many incomprehensible things happening to him?

Li Haotian put away his phone and turned his gaze back to the window.

He muttered to himself, his voice not loud, but it carried clearly to the ears of everyone in the room.

"Your vision is still too narrow, brother."

"If I had known it would sell this well, I should have raised the price tenfold."

These words were even more painful for Scarface than a direct slap in the face.

So it turns out they weren't short of money at all?

So what's the point of them coming all this way today?

Is he a money-bringing boy?

Just then, a screeching sound of brakes came from downstairs.

Immediately following was the dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground and the sound of hurried, heavy footsteps.

It wasn't just three or five people.

Judging from the commotion, at least twenty or thirty people have arrived!

Scarface's face drained of color instantly. He knew that Wang Feilong had arrived, and he had brought all the thugs from his company with him!

The entire dilapidated tenement building trembled slightly from the sound of the dense footsteps.

"They're here."

Li Haotian stood up, took the unlit cigarette out of his mouth, threw it on the ground, and crushed it out with his toe.

He walked to the door and picked up the locksmith, who was already terrified, and carried him aside like a chick.

Instead of closing the door, he opened it even wider.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The footsteps stopped at the door.

A gloomy voice rang out from behind the door, carrying a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Scarface, it's been five minutes."

Where are you?

"If you don't open the door, I'll tear it down, door and all!"