"Unjust man." This was Hou Kuiyun's evaluation of Wolong Hall. Hou Kuiyun's tone was very calm, but it revealed his disdain and dissatisfaction towards Wolong Hall.
Qin Lang saw that Hou Kuiyun didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask further. He asked Yang Xiao, who was sitting in the back, "Have you contacted your uncle?"
"Yes … Uncle has already prepared the money. He's at Honolulu Villa. Let us go and get the money," Yang Xiao said quickly. It seemed that he had been taught a lesson by Tang San, so he became very obedient.
"Sit tight." Tang San stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped up.
Sandalwood Villa was located in the southern suburbs of Summer Sun City. This villa was a leisure villa that integrated tourism, dining, and entertainment into one. All of the buildings were antique and had quite an emotional appeal. This was also one of the high-end consumer areas in Summer Sun City.
The most important thing was that all the properties in this villa belonged to one person, and that person was Liu Zhijiang.
Liu Zhijiang's house was located at the top of the villa, which was also at the top of this small hill. The view was very wide, and you could almost see the night view of the entire Summer Yang City.
Liu Zhijiang's villa was surrounded by no high walls or steel mesh, only a fence made of roses. The front door was also a very simple wooden door. Through the fence and the wooden door, you could see the small garden, fountain, and other horticultural scenery inside the fence. It seemed that Liu Zhijiang was a person who really knew how to enjoy life.
Although there were no high walls or steel mesh, the security here was not weak at all. There were two people standing guard at the entrance of the villa, and another eight people and two dogs patrolling. These ten people were all wearing security uniforms, but Qin Lang could tell at a glance that they were not ordinary security guards, but well-trained special forces soldiers. Because of the iron-blooded temperament that they exuded, Qin Lang was very familiar with. After all, Qin Lang's security company had hired several special forces coaches.
Liu Zhijiang was indeed a rich man. He could actually hire a retired special forces soldier to be his bodyguard. This was really a big deal. Retired special forces soldiers were not only agile, but also proficient in fighting skills, reconnaissance, and anti-surveillance. The most important thing was that they were very proficient in using firearms and other things. Their lethality was definitely much higher than that of a pure martial artist.
When the car arrived at the entrance, it was stopped by Liu Zhijiang's security guards.
"We're here to ask Boss Liu Zhijiang for money. His nephew owes us a gambling debt. We've already contacted him," Qin Lang said to the security guard at the door.
Although the security guard was a little surprised, he still contacted Liu Zhijiang through the walkie-talkie and then let Qin Lang's car in.
The car stopped in the courtyard. Under the guidance of a property management female attendant, Qin Lang and the others entered the spacious and bright living room.
Although Liu Zhijiang was the leader of the Summer Sun branch of Wolong Hall and could be considered a figure in the Jianghu, it was not as heavily guarded as Qing Heyun's lair. In Qing Heyun's territory, there were sentries every few steps. However, Liu Zhijiang's place did not look like the residence of an underworld villain, but more like the residence of a rich man.
In Liu Zhijiang's living room, there was only an old butler accompanying him. Outside the door stood two security guards. Apart from them, there were only the housekeepers.
Liu Zhijiang was about 50 years old, but his hair was all white. This person did not have the murderous or domineering aura that a leader of the underworld should have. He looked like an elegant businessman in a white Tang suit. However, the old butler standing beside Liu Zhijiang had a ruddy complexion and a bulging temple on his forehead. He gave people a feeling that he was old but firm. He was clearly a skilled martial artist.
"Please sit." Liu Zhijiang invited Qin Lang and the others to sit down and asked someone to serve tea.
Qin Lang did not stand on ceremony and sat down with Tang San and Hou Kuiyun. Meanwhile, Yang Xiao could no longer hold back the grievance in his heart. He quickly walked to Liu Zhijiang's side and complained, "Uncle, you have to help me. These bastards are really f * cking ruthless. Look at what they did to me."
Yang Xiao had indeed suffered a lot. Not only had he been beaten into a pig's head, but his palm had also been pierced by Tang San's throwing knife. However, at this time, it had been simply bandaged. Otherwise, Yang Xiao would have lost too much blood and passed out.
"Okay, I got it." Liu Zhijiang nodded. "Come over and let me see your face."
Yang Xiao hurriedly moved his face over. He thought that his uncle was concerned about his injury. However, as soon as Yang Xiao's face moved over, Liu Zhijiang slapped it and scolded, "You arrogant thing! You've lost all my face! "
"Uncle … if you want to hit me, you don't have to do it in front of outsiders, right?" Yang Xiao said gloomily. He felt that he was really unlucky today. Not only was he beaten by outsiders, but he was also beaten by his own uncle.
"You actually dared to gamble with others without any money on you. A gambling debt of more than 100,000 was chased all the way to your home. How embarrassing!" Liu Zhijiang snorted coldly. Then, the old butler next to him took out a small leather bag and handed it to Qin Lang. Liu Zhijiang continued, "There's 150,000 here. Including interest, it should be enough, right?"
"It's enough." Qin Lang nodded.
"Good! Then, the gambling debt between you and my nephew is settled. Next, we'll talk about his injury. For a gambling debt of more than 100,000, you guys made my nephew like this. You have to give me an explanation! " Liu Zhijiang's tone suddenly turned harsh. It was as if he had suddenly changed from a refined businessman to an underworld tyrant.
Diplomacy before force.
Liu Zhijiang was very familiar with this move.
However, Qin Lang was obviously prepared. He said calmly, "If you owe a debt, you can just pay it back. We didn't want it to be like this. It's just that your nephew publicly announced that I, Qin Lang, was a member of the Tangmen in the bar. I don't know what he's thinking. Besides, if he owes a debt, then so be it. It's not a big deal. However, he used his identity as a member of the Wolong Hall to pressure me. If I bow down to him, how am I going to live in the future? "
"I didn't expect Mr. Qin to be so skilled and so eloquent." Liu Zhijiang seemed to recognize Qin Lang. "However, Mr. Qin also knows that bowing down to others is not something that can be done easily. Moreover, it's a person of status like me. My nephew's gambling debt has been paid, but you guys beat him up like this. You have to give me an explanation, right? "
"Of course." Qin Lang said, "We'll pay for your nephew's medical fees. How about that?"
"Haha!" Liu Zhijiang suddenly laughed. "Medical fees? Do you think I, Liu Zhijiang, lack this bit of money? Mr. Qin, you're really playing dumb. My nephew's palm is injured. Whoever hurt him, I want one of his hands! "
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