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181: Chapter 181: Mr.

Mu!

How Much for Beating You to Death?

181: Chapter 181: Mr.

Mu!

How Much for Beating You to Death?

A million?

Mu Dong’s apology was insincere and full of mockery.

And his clamor for compensation was even more arrogant, as if it were an astronomical amount.

“Do you call that an apology?”

“You scoundrel!

I should have killed you right then and there!”

“You dare to say that again?”

…

Tang Xin and the others lost control in an instant, filled with immense anger and ready to rush forward.

Zhu Cui was especially humiliated; where was the sincerity in Mu Dong’s apology?

It was an outright insult!

As for Wu Jie…

How could he possibly endure this?

“Back off!!”

A fierce shout.

Tang Xin and the others instantly shut up, all very sensibly moving backwards.

They of course knew how formidable Wu Jie was, having fought ten special forces soldiers at once, his peak being against six!

With such fighting capability, knocking out Gou and his gang would naturally not take much effort.

So in their eyes, there was a hunger.

A yearning for Wu Jie to severely teach Mu Dong, this bastard, a lesson.

However…

The next second.

Wu Jie stepped forward, but with a smile.

“Your apology just now was quite creative!”

Mu Dong sneered, “Just stating the facts!

I did touch her, even squeezed a bit.

I made a mistake and I should apologize!”

At these words, Tang Xin and the others almost couldn’t help themselves again.

Wu Jie gave a sideways glance, his eyes sharp as an eagle’s, immediately making them grit their teeth and stop in their tracks, not daring to come forward.

Turning back, Wu Jie sized up Gou and his four underlings, along with several other already injured individuals.

“Regardless of whether your apology has any sincerity or is even more insulting, at least you apologized!”

Wu Jie’s tone shifted as he smiled and asked, “So, let’s talk about the medical expenses!

What was the amount you mentioned just now?”

“A million!

Not a cent less!”

Mu Dong held his head high, quite arrogant.

Wu Jie feigned a realization and nodded, then suddenly asked with a smile:

“So, it only costs a million to get you beaten up like this, eh!”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how much would it be to beat you to death?”

How much to beat to death???

Once these words were out, the whole place erupted into chaos.

Awesome!

They thought they were dealing with a fool, but it turned out to be a tough guy.

“Holy crap!

This guy is awesome!”

“Being rich really allows you to do whatever you want!”

“Awesome!

That face-slapping was crisp!”

“Came here for a wellness party, never expected to see such a great show!”

“Damn, I want to record this!

But I don’t dare to!”

…

More and more people whispered among themselves, and the whole club became noisy and rowdy.

As for Mu Dong and his group…

Capability limited imagination!

They thought Wu Jie was going to settle with money, but little did they know…

“You… what the hell are you talking about?” Mu Dong lifted his bloody hand, pointing at his nose: “Dare you kill me, do you know who I am?

My name is Mu Dong!!”

“Mu Dong?” Wu Jie exaggeratedly let out an ‘oh’, and asked with a smirk: “Who is Mu En to you?”

“He’s my cousin, my dad Mu Jun and his dad Mu Huan are brothers!”

Mu Dong raised his voice even higher and shouted.

This time, he was voluntarily revealing his identity.

Surprised gasps came from the crowd.

The Mu Family!

One of the well-known local families of Tianyuan.

Many had been to Yida Commercial Plaza and knew that the Mu Family was influential and wealthy.

And hearing the gasps and murmurs of many people, Mu Dong lifted his head proudly.

“So, now that you know who I am, just fork over a million bucks and play nice!

Mr.

Mu can pretend nothing happened!”

However…

He didn’t see Wu Jie show the slightest bit of panic; on the contrary, he was calm and indifferent, as if he had no interest in his family background.

“You’re Mu En’s brother, that makes things even easier!”

Wu Jie said with a light smile, pressing on:

“Hurry up and tell me, how much exactly do you want for getting beaten to death?

Rest assured, after you die, I’ll transfer the money to Mu En, down to the last penny.

All these people here today are witnesses!”

“If I don’t keep my word, they’ll surely burn paper to let you know…”

Wu Jie hadn’t finished speaking when Mu Dong erupted in anger.

“Screw your sister!

I’m asking for a million in medical bills, you dare kill me?

Watch your whole family get wiped out!”

His roar was hysterical.

Wu Jie just shook his head with a chuckle, his smile so wide he could hardly close his mouth.

Mu Dong had some strength in him after all.

See, one bout of his hatred was worth one thousand five hundred energy points.

This also indirectly confirmed he wasn’t some fake rich second-generation.

“Look at how agitated you are; seems like you don’t want to die after all!”

Wu Jie pondered for a moment, then turned to glance behind him.

“How about this?

I pay you six million, and then those five guys take turns hitting you again, what do you say?”

“…”

Mu Dong was stunned.

The others were equally dumbfounded on the spot.

Paying a million was already a lot, but he was even raising the stakes.

After those five guys finished with him, would Mu Dong still be alive to take the money?

Gou, standing on the side, could not stand it any longer.

“Who the hell are you?

Is this how you bargain?

If you have any sense, just pay the million and get lost, or else, don’t blame me for not being polite!”

Wu Jie cast a cold glance, “I’m speaking with Mr.

Mu; who asked you to butt in?

A mere watchdog, do you really think it’s your place to speak?”

“What are you glaring at?

If you can’t accept it, let’s fight one-on-one.

I’ll let you use one hand and still take you down in three seconds!”

“Pissed off?

Then call for backup!

In my eyes, all of you are just a heap of trash!”

“Looking like a blockhead with a dog chain tattoo, pretending to be a gangster?”

…

No sooner had Wu Jie opened his mouth than a string of curses flew out.

His words made Gou and the others boil with rage, wishing they could tear Wu Jie apart right there and then.

But it was futile.

All of them were social outcasts, living from hand to mouth, and one bout of hatred from them only amounted to a few pitiful energy points.

They might look rough and tough, but deep down, they were cowards.

None of them dared to make a move in the face of Wu Jie’s fierce tirade.

“All of you just staring at me for what?

Just because I’m better looking than you doesn’t mean you can glare.

If you’re jealous, go back to your mother’s womb and start over!”

After his outburst, Wu Jie turned his attention back to Mu Dong.

“And you, punk, six million – do you want it or not?”

Mu Dong’s lips twitched, he wanted to hurl insults but couldn’t find the words.

“What are you dazed for?

I’m talking to you!” Wu Jie leaned forward, his face full of domineering aggression as he shouted, “Is that not enough?

How about this: I’ll add in myself and give you seven million, huh?

Bloody hell, trying to intimidate me?

Haven’t you heard who I am?”

“So who the hell are you?”

Someone from the crowd suddenly asked loudly.

After all, the more chaotic the show, the better.

Wu Jie turned and smiled, “Uh…

sorry everyone, I’m not quite famous yet, but I believe that after tonight, my legend will definitely spread through the underworld!”

Mu Dong watched Wu Jie with a venomous glare, slowly inching backwards.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a baton behind a burly man and with a sudden flick, he pulled it out.

His legs powered up like a tiger pouncing on its prey, lunging forward.

With the force of a slam dunk, he swung the baton at Wu Jie’s head.

Gasp of shock broke out from the crowd.

Some were even too frightened to look.

Mu Dong aimed for a painful blow to the back of the head – should it connect, it would leave one dead or at least concussed!

But…

Mu Dong’s all-out sneak attack came to an abrupt halt.

Wu Jie sidestepped like lightning, grabbed his collar, hoisted him up, swung him in a half circle, and slammed him to the ground.

Before Mu Dong could swing his baton in retaliation, Wu Jie stepped on his arm and pinned it to his chest.

“Last time I’m asking, get beaten up seven times for seven million – do you want it or not?”