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Chapter 563 - 563 563 Want Money Not Life!

563: Chapter 563: Want Money, Not Life!

Smash It Hard, Bro!

563: Chapter 563: Want Money, Not Life!

Smash It Hard, Bro!

Pay to avoid disaster?

Liu Er’s sneaky, rat-like gaze revealed greed and desire.

It’s often said.

“Without unearned wealth, a man doesn’t get rich, just as a horse doesn’t get fat without night grazing!”

With this attitude, Liu Er clearly wanted to extort a hefty sum from Wu Jie.

However…

Wu Jie didn’t get angry, he laughed instead.

A rarity indeed!

It’s always me scamming others.

And now, someone surprisingly dares to pop up and try to extort me!

Interesting!

Wu Jie stopped in his tracks, turned around, and glanced sideways.

“You want money, right?”

Liu Er nodded without hesitation and said:

“Given your wealth and social status, spending money to avoid disaster and paying me a million to keep quiet isn’t asking for too much, right?”

“A million?

That little?

Even if it were in Gold Coins, it wouldn’t be much!”

Wu Jie grinned and asked, “How about I give you another chance, to raise the price again?”

Liu Er was taken aback.

Instantly speechless.

And the fatso beside him was even more stunned.

What does this mean?

Actually complaining that the extortion amount is too small and even offering a chance to increase it!

What kind of saucy move is this?

Could it be that rich people…

are just so capricious?

“What are you spacing out for?

Speak up!

How much do you want?” Wu Jie asked impatiently.

Liu Er hesitated for a moment and then said somewhat reluctantly:

“Then…

how about two million?”

His voice was faint.

Not only lacked force but even sounded guilty.

It sounded more like he was negotiating.

“Two million, that’s not a lot either!”

Wu Jie laughed: “You said earlier that your disability was caused by me.

But I see you’re only limping in your left leg, right?”

“There’s a bit of a scar on your face, but it can be ignored!”

“So, by your logic, is a limp leg worth two million?”

Liu Er first nodded, then quickly shook his head.

Wu Jie had him completely confused; he had no clue what Wu Jie meant.

“Damn it!

Stop nodding and shaking your head!”

Wu Jie chided angrily, “I’m asking you, are you saying that you want two million for a missing leg?”

Liu Er finally understood and nodded quickly.

Wu Jie snorted and laughed mockingly, his eyes holding a wicked gleam as he looked at the fat man beside Liu Er.

“Five million, and you cripple his other leg for me too!”

The fat man felt dizzy when he heard that.

Wu Jie snorted and commanded:

“Did you not understand me?

I’m offering you a million to cripple his right leg, plus the four million for him, that’s a total of five million!”

“Did your PE teacher teach you math?

Can’t you solve such a simple arithmetic problem!”

The fat man got mad.

“What nonsense are you spouting!

He’s my senior brother.

Have I gone mad?”

Liu Er’s brows were tightly knotted as he too began to understand something.

Wu Jie clearly wasn’t looking to pay to avoid trouble, it seemed more like he was showing off!

“Mr.

Wu, don’t be too arrogant!

Do you think having money means you can do whatever you want?”

Wu Jie continued to smile sardonically and said disdainfully:

“Yeah, rich and capricious—one million for him, five million to you!

I give you ten seconds to decide, or the deal is off!”

With those words, the two of them could no longer stay calm.

Seeing Wu Jie’s resolute expression, Liu Er felt that Wu Jie wasn’t lying.

Five million!

In this remote small county town, how many superstitious people would I have to scam to earn five million?

How many Feng Shui readings and divinations would that entail…

I’m already crippled in one leg, at worst, I would be crippled in another!

As Liu Er calculated in his mind, if this was for real, then there was no need to give his junior brother one million—treating him to a meal would be more than enough.

With that huge amount of five million at his disposal in this small county town, where the average wage is no more than two or three thousand, he could just retire comfortably.

Seeing Liu Er seemed tempted, the fat man grew anxious.

“Older brother, don’t listen to his nonsense—this guy is clearly playing us!”

“He won’t give that much money; you need to keep your wits about you!

Don’t be confused by him!”

“Five million!

With such a big sum of money, if it were me, I wouldn’t even be willing to fork it out!”

…

Before the fat man could finish, Liu Er raised his hand to signal him to shut up.

“You’re not joking, are you?” Liu Er, eyes shining, said with a smile to Wu Jie.

This was the moment!

In his eyes, Wu Jie was no longer the enemy who had crippled him.

Damn it, he was practically a living God of Wealth!

The greedy desire for money was written all over his face.

Wu Jie laughed and said, “Nonsense!

Do I look like I’m joking?

You’ve got four more seconds!”

Liu Er clenched his teeth hard, balled his fists, and turned his head to look at the fat man.

“Junior brother!

Come on!”

The fat man was startled.

“Don’t tell me you’ve gone mad, older brother.

You believe that kind of nonsense?”

“I fucking do!

Just pretend I’ve been driven mad by poverty.

Why are you still standing there?

Come on!

Do it with force!”

As he spoke, Liu Er handed over his crutch.

Of course, he didn’t forget to give the fat man a meaningful glance.

It was obvious!

To cripple someone…

Was hardly likely!

With the advancement of medical technology today, even if bones were broken, they still could be reconnected.

As long as it didn’t affect the nerves, breaking a leg wouldn’t cause permanent disability.

Of course, it takes a hundred days to recover from bone and muscle injuries.

But for five million, lying in a hospital bed for three months wouldn’t be an issue.

The fat man understood instantly.

But when you’ve been in the game for a while, how could you have no acting skills?

Especially for so-called Feng Shui Masters like them, who actually live entirely on ‘bluffing’.

There are no spirits or gods, yet they’re always tricking others.

How to alter the Feng Shui of a house to bring luck and prosperity to the family.

Where to construct a tomb to better bless and ensure the family’s flourishing continuity.

Choosing names that match the horoscope, as well as selecting auspicious times for marriage, groundbreaking, funerals, and even conducting rituals…

In short!

Can you bluff others without acting skills?

The fat man took the crutch and put on a very tragic appearance instead.

“Older brother, then…

I’m sorry!!”

With that said!

The fat man, who glanced at Wu Jie as he stepped back, then…

Swung the crutch round and smashed it hard against Liu Er’s calf.

Couldn’t hold back the force!

How else could we fool Wu Jie if it wasn’t convincing enough?

With a thud!

Liu Er let out a heavy scream and collapsed to the ground.

The intense pain shattered his mental defenses in an instant.

Even though he was well-prepared and mentally braced…

When his junior brother actually swung at him, the pain was still far beyond expectation…

He lay there unable to get up, clutching his right calf.

Liu Er howled in pain, a wretched sight to behold.

It felt as if his entire right lower leg had been smashed to bits.

Wu Jie watched gleefully, taking pleasure in the sight.

These two fools, they really dared to smash it!

If they were given more money, perhaps this fatso would even dare to kill his own brother!

Such is human nature to die for wealth, as birds perish for food!

The ancients never lied to me!

“Good!

Keep up that strength, keep smashing!

A few more hits, and it could break!”

Wu Jie sneered coldly, pointing at Liu Er, encouraging the fatso to continue.

“No…

Mr.

Wu, my brother’s leg is already broken!”

The fatso asked with a bitter smile.

“Are you fucking blind?

Do I look blind to you?”

In his annoyance, Wu Jie scolded and then turned to look at Liu Er, who was struggling in agony.

“Feng Shui Master!

What do you say?

Is your leg really broken or not?”

Upon hearing this, Liu Er’s whole body shuddered.

What…

what should he say?

Claim his leg wasn’t broken?

And let his brother continue smashing?

Dammit, having your leg smashed to pieces, that would hurt like hell!

But to say it was already broken would seem too fake.

After all, his brother’s last blow hadn’t actually broken it!

Think of the five million!

Think of retiring early, enjoying a life of ease.

All in!

Liu Er took a deep breath and shouted through gritted teeth:

“Bastard!

Put some muscle into it!

Again!”

The fatso was torn.

He didn’t know if Wu Jie would keep his promise, but his master appeared to have gone all out.

An arrow on the bow has no way to turn back!

Smash!

Inhaling sharply and biting down hard, the fatso changed his position.

He raised the crutch with both hands and twisted his waist to gather force.

Like he was chopping wood, he brought down the ‘heavy blade’ with a ferocious strike.

Bang!!

The loud noise was fierce!

Even the aluminum crutch was dented from the force of the blow.

And Liu Er, already lying on the ground, got smashed not lightly.

He let out a pig-slaughtering howl immediately, his whole body convulsing with pain.

“It’s not broken!

Keep going!”

Wu Jie yelled loudly.

“Smash!!”

Liu Er shouted through his pain.

Lying on the ground, he clutched his right thigh tightly with both hands.

With his eyes closed, teeth tightly clenched, his cheeks puffed out high.

He resembled a fiercely loyal warrior being tortured without giving in to confession.

This scene…

This appearance…

It looked damn ridiculous and ironic.

But…

The fatso got into the spirit as well!

After two hits that didn’t break the leg, and seeing his master so set on getting this windfall, why should he hold back?

A million oh!

With that million, he could buy a BMW for himself, and his business dealings would carry more prestige.

Instead of always having to rent a car, and renting a domestic BMW wasn’t cheap either—a few hundred a day!

Smash!

Keep smashing!

The fat man took a deep breath, stepped back,

and, clenching his teeth, exerted all his strength to mercilessly bring the crutch down.

Not wanting to see the gory and cruel scene, he had closed his eyes.

Once, twice, three times…

He turned the cane into an axe!

He treated Liu Er’s lower right leg like a piece of wood.

He repeatedly smashed down with ferocity!

Like a man gone mad, he completely disregarded how many people were gathering to watch, oblivious to their stares!

He couldn’t care less about his fellow disciple Liu Er’s screams of agony; after all, it was he who asked to be smashed!

For five million, that leg had to be broken.

Otherwise, there was no way to fool Wu Jie, who was certainly not blind!

Smash!

Smash with all your might!

Once he hunkered down, it was terrifying!

Fiercely pounding in anger!

Spine-chilling screams!

At last!

Liu Er’s screams came to a sudden halt.

The fat man, now seemingly insane, didn’t even hear it.

He kept on smashing and pounding ruthlessly.

With a strength so fierce, a speed so swift.

The crowd of onlookers grew larger and larger.

People pointed and discussed, buzzing with speculation, yet no one dared to intervene.

After all…

The fat man was as big as an ox, astonishingly strong.

He swung the crutch around, smashing wildly.

The aluminum cane was severely deformed from the beating.

Such a crazed person must have either taken drugs or gone mad.

Weak bystanders could only call the police.

And those in better shape who wanted to heroically step in were hesitant to act rashly.

After all, unarmed, they couldn’t directly confront him!

And Liu Er, who was being furiously smashed and hacked at, was a sight too horrible to endure, his body battered and in a pitiful state.

Bloodied and battered, he was long past the point of death or life.

Again and again and yet again!

The fat man didn’t even know how many times he had swung.

He figured that he must have completely broken his fellow disciple’s right lower leg by then!

Amidst the noisy and boiling commotion of the crowd…

He finally stopped.

Opening his eyes!

The sight that met him made the fat man’s body jolt.

The gruesome and blood-soaked scene before him made him so frightened that he fell over with a thud.

He felt as if all his strength had been drained, staring with bulging eyes at his wretched fellow disciple Liu Er.

The fat man was stupefied!

Utterly and completely stupefied!

As for Liu Er, who was willing to have his leg smashed for five million,

he was barely clinging to life, hanging by a thread.

Suddenly!

The fat man looked up sharply, glancing around in terror.

Countless onlookers, a myriad of expressions.

Voices overlapping in discussion, some calling the police and the ambulance, loudly stating the address of the incident.

Scrambling to his feet in panic, the fat man looked around,

Damn it!

The wealthy tycoon Wu Jie, who had sworn to give five million.

Where did he go?

Where did he run off to?