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"Scarface, open the door!"

As the somber voice outside the door faded, the door in front of Li Haotian was kicked open from the outside with a loud bang.

The door panel, carried by the wind, whistled and crashed towards Li Haotian.

Li Haotian stepped to the side, the door panel grazing his shoulder before crashing heavily against the wall behind him and landing with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A bald, muscular man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall walked in through the doorway.

He was wearing a black tank top, his arm muscles were bulging, and a blue dragon tattoo ran from his neck to his wrist.

He is Wang Feilong, also known as Brother Long.

Behind Wang Feilong, the narrow stairwell was packed with people, each looking fierce and menacing, carrying steel pipes and baseball bats, completely blocking the passage.

"Brother Long... Brother Long..." The scarred man on the ground saw his savior arrive and struggled to get up.

Wang Feilong's gaze swept across the room.

He saw the scarred man howling in pain while clutching his severed hand, and the skinny man rolling around with his deformed knees. Finally, his gaze settled on the unharmed Li Haotian.

Wang Feilong's face darkened.

"Did you do this?" he asked in a hoarse voice, pointing to the two crippled men on the ground.

Li Haotian didn't say anything, but simply raised his foot and gently kicked the fallen baton beside him.

The baton rolled twice on the ground and stopped at Wang Feilong's feet.

The meaning is obvious.

"Heh." Wang Feilong laughed in anger, cracking his neck and making a "crackling" sound.

"You've got guts."

"You dare touch my men?" Wang Feilong walked into the house step by step, and his thugs followed him in, instantly filling the small rented room.

The air became oppressive.

"They were banging on my door," Li Haotian finally spoke, his tone as calm as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"Just because I smashed your door, does that mean I should have my arms and legs broken?" Wang Feilong sneered. "Then why don't you break the arms and legs of all these dozens of my brothers right now?"

The thugs behind him burst into laughter, brandishing their weapons and staring at Li Haotian with the look of utter contempt.

"Brother Long, why waste your breath on him!" shouted a blond-haired thug. "This kid owes money and doesn't pay it back, and he even dares to hurt people. Kill him!"

"Exactly! Break his legs!"

Li Haotian looked around and shook his head.

"It's so noisy."

He took out his phone and glanced at it.

Just now, another payment arrived in my account.

He sold a large batch of the food items he had listed on the trading platform that were being snapped up, and his account balance jumped from 100,000 to 500,000.

"Kid, you're about to die and you're still playing on your phone?" Wang Feilong felt insulted. "You really aren't afraid of death?"

Li Haotian ignored him and continued operating his phone.

He opened the transfer page and entered Scarface's account number.

The scarred man's payment QR code was posted on his door when he came to collect the debt last time; the original owner remembered it.

Transfer amount: 200000.

"Ding!"

The cell phone in the scarred man's pocket on the ground rang crisply.

Everyone was stunned.

Including Wang Feilong, who was preparing to take action.

Scarface's hands trembled as he pulled out his phone. He was stunned when he saw the text message on the screen.

【XX银行】您尾号XXXX的储蓄卡帐户5月10日15:30完成转帐存入人民币200000元整，活期余额200152.45元。

Two hundred thousand?

"Brother Long... Brother Long..." Scarface held up his phone, his voice trembling, "Money... money... he transferred two hundred thousand to me!"

The entire room fell silent instantly.

All the thugs looked at each other, completely bewildered by what this was all about.

Wang Feilong also frowned, staring at Li Haotian.

"What do you mean?"

"Medical expenses," Li Haotian said calmly, putting away his phone.

"What medical expenses?" Wang Feilong didn't understand.

"Your men were injured by me, I'll pay for it." Li Haotian pointed to the scarred man and the skinny man on the ground. "100,000 each, is that enough?"

Wang Feilong's pupils contracted.

His thugs were in an uproar.

"Damn! This kid's too arrogant!"

"They hit someone and then paid them money? Who are they trying to humiliate?"

"Where did he get so much money?"

Wang Feilong raised his hand to stop the commotion behind him.

He stared intently at Li Haotian, trying to discern even the slightest hint of pretense from his face.

But he couldn't see anything.

Li Haotian's face remained calm, as if he had transferred out not 200,000 yuan, but 20 yuan.

"You think you can just let this go because you have money?" Wang Feilong's voice turned cold.

"Not enough?" Li Haotian tilted his head, took out his phone again, and said, "Then I'll transfer another 300,000."

"Let's scrape together 500,000 as our appearance fee for today. Thank you all for making this trip."

As he spoke, he actually tried to open the transfer page again.

"Enough!" Wang Feilong roared.

He now finally understood what Scarface meant when he said "this kid is weird".

That's fucking weird.

A person who owes 20 million yuan lives in this kind of shack and can easily take out hundreds of thousands of yuan in cash.

They injured someone, but instead of running away or hiding, they threw money in your face right in front of the person they were assaulting, claiming it was for medical expenses.

This isn't just crazy, this is insane.

You can't reason with a madman.

Wang Feilong has been in the underworld for so many years, relying on his ruthlessness and composure.

He could sense something about Li Haotian that made his heart pound.

That's the aura only those who have hovered on the edge of life and death possess.

It's not worth getting into a fight with a madman whose background you can't figure out, over a 20 million yuan mess.

"We'll take the money." Wang Feilong took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. "You've got guts today."

He pointed at Li Haotian.

"But the debt isn't over yet."

"Twenty million, principal and interest, not a penny less. I'll give you one month."

"I'll come back in a month."

"If you don't pay by then, it won't be as simple as just losing your arms and legs."

After he finished speaking, he winked at the person behind him.

"Let's go!"

Two henchmen immediately stepped forward and lifted up the wailing Scarface and Skinny Monkey.

A group of people came quickly and left quickly.

The dense crowd receded like a tide, and soon the corridor returned to silence.

All that remained was a broken door and a mess on the floor.

The locksmith had already taken advantage of the chaos to run away.

Li Haotian simply watched them leave quietly from beginning to end, without saying a single word.

He walked to the window and watched as the bread trucks downstairs started up and drove away.

He knew this wasn't over.

Wang Feilong was only temporarily intimidated by his methods; the next time he comes, he will be even more ruthless.

However, a month is enough.

He turned around, ignoring the dilapidated door, and walked straight to the dusty old computer in the corner.

That was the highest-end machine the team used when he was a professional player. He later bought it back as a keepsake.

Press the power button.

The fan emitted a strained hum, and the screen slowly lit up.

Li Haotian skillfully opened a webpage.

That was the most popular forum in the FPS esports community.

He spotted the top trending post immediately.

Poster ID: Xuebao.

She was his ex-girlfriend, Chen Xue.

The post title was a line of startling red text.

Li Haotian stared at the line of words, his eyes gradually turning cold.

[During the live stream: Remembering my former teammate, the prodigy Haotian. May he rest in peace in heaven.]