Chapter 504: Chapter 492: Young Master Bo, Think Twice!

"Six million, seven hundred and eighty-nine thousand."

As soon as the number was announced, Li Qiuzhe’s eyes widened.

From six hundred thousand to over six million. A tenfold increase in a year—is this the compounding interest of a loan shark? More importantly, how could they possibly get that amount of money from Li Guofu? It would be a blessing just to get the bad debt of six hundred thousand back. Over six million? This is just absurd! Even a real loan shark wouldn’t dare demand such a sum!

However, Qin Fan’s next words plunged him into an even deeper, unparalleled state of shock.

"Very good. Six million, seven hundred and eighty-nine thousand. Not a penny less. The man is released as soon as the money arrives. Young Master Bao, that’s fair, isn’t it? I wonder, would you prefer cash or a wire transfer? As for Master Fu’s tab—are you, esteemed sir, willing to pay it?"

Stepping calmly on Li Guofu’s chest, Qin Fan leisurely addressed the flustered and furious Bao Qiudong. Even with Li Guofu bleeding out and on the verge of death, Qin Fan remained completely unfazed.

"A debt of six hundred thousand became over six million? Haha, are you insane, or did I hear you wrong?" Bao Qiudong roared, veins bulging on his temples.

"Whether I’m insane or you misheard is irrelevant," Qin Fan retorted mockingly. "I’m not forcing you to pay. I just hope you’ll take a moment to consider how much longer our dear Master Fu can hold on."

"You’re extorting me! This is blackmail!" Bao Qiudong bellowed, trembling with rage.

He, the great Young Master of the Bo Family, was facing extortion and blackmail right here in Jinling? Damn it! This was an absolute disgrace, a monumental humiliation!

"Extortion? Blackmail? Young Master Bao, can you stop saying such embarrassing things? Did our dear Master Fu not know how interest was calculated when he borrowed the money? It was a mutual agreement, and paying one’s debts is a matter of course. How can you twist that into extortion? And cut the crap. Every useless word you spout drains more of Master Fu’s life!" Qin Fan said, shaking his head with a faint smile.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!

At that moment, just as Qin Fan’s mocking words fell, several figures burst into the room.

"Lord Qin! When did you get back to Jinling? Why didn’t you give me a heads-up so I could have rolled out the welcome mat? Are you not even going to give me a chance to suck up to you anymore? Haha!" Chang Yuanyi shouted with a laugh, practically jogging over.

Although he was still several meters from Qin Fan, the fawning, sycophantic look on his face was already perfectly clear.

Lord Qin?

Seeing Chang Yuanyi’s sudden appearance and hearing him address the man as "Lord Qin," Bao Qiudong was completely dumbfounded.

For someone as arrogant as Chang Yuanyi to address another with "Lord"... what kind of godlike figure was this man? He might be able to keep Chang Yuanyi in check on their turf here in Jinling, but he knew damn well that deep down, Chang Yuanyi was completely defiant and resentful toward him! But now, the man known as the Demon Lord of Mayhem of Jinling was acting like this toward an out-of-towner who didn’t even look twenty? What the hell was going on? 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

It wasn’t just Bao Qiudong. Li Qiuzhe, Li Yunzhe, and the dandies from Beijing who had followed Chang Yuanyi in were all stunned.

Li Yunzhe was the most shocked of all. As a born-and-bred local, Li Yunzhe knew a thing or two about how things worked in both the criminal underworld and the legitimate one, even if he hadn’t really run in those circles before. Given that knowledge, to now hear Chang Yuanyi respectfully call Qin Fan "Lord Qin"?

Is he insane? Just what kind of incredible background does my big brother Qin Fan have!

"Master Chang, aren’t you afraid of getting dragged into this mess by coming here to watch the show? I hear Young Master Bao has been putting you in your place quite a bit here in Jinling," Qin Fan teased with a smile, only slightly surprised by Chang Yuanyi’s arrival.

"Lord Qin, you’re right, Young Master Bao has certainly put me through the wringer, but that’s all in the past! Fortunes change. Thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west. Who knows? Maybe someday Young Master Bao will have to bow and call me Master Chang! Haha!"

Despite their rivalry and the mental torment he’d endured from Bao Qiudong, Chang Yuanyi now cast all his reservations aside.

The mighty Du and Qiao Families of Shanghai had both vanished as if into thin air. The higher-ups in the city hadn’t investigated these matters deeply, merely going through the motions before calling it a day. In Chang Yuanyi’s mind, this undoubtedly elevated Qin Fan’s status to an unimaginable height.

Although very few people knew the truth of what happened, Chang Yuanyi, who had always been trying to figure Qin Fan out, had quickly pieced together the logic of the situation. For the higher-ups in Shanghai, and maybe even those in Beijing, to turn a blind eye and let Qin Fan get away with wiping out entire families—what did that prove?

Chang Yuanyi didn’t dare to think any deeper, afraid he would scare himself.

"About that time the bald brothers came to offer a humble apology, I think I owe you a favor that isn’t really a favor. Since you’re here today, let’s call it even. Starting today, in the Jinling Martial World, no one will dare act tough around you, Master Chang," Qin Fan said meaningfully.

"Lord Qin, what are you talking about? How could that be considered a favor? If anyone owed a favor, it was those bald brothers who owed me one! I’m the one who pulled them back from the brink of their own stupidity!" Chang Yuanyi replied with a fawning, sheepish grin.

"Chang Yuanyi, who is he?" Bao Qiudong demanded, turning to him, his alarm growing with every word he overheard.

"Who I am isn’t important," Qin Fan cut in before Chang Yuanyi could speak. "What’s important is, are you paying this bill or not?"

Following Qin Fan’s words, Chang Yuanyi also sneered at Bao Qiudong. "Young Master Bao, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Just behave! Stop walking around with your nose in the air all the time. Honestly, you might be able to intimidate me, but in front of Lord Qin, you’re nothing but a damn punk!"

If this had happened in the past, he never would have had the guts to say such a thing. But now, in front of Qin Fan, he was desperate to bind his fate to him completely.

"Haha! Hahaha! Maybe he’s right. In Jinling, do I, Bao Qiudong, need to care who I’m dealing with? In Jinling, dragons have to coil for me, and tigers have to lie down for me! On my turf, you cripple my cousin from the Bo Family and try to hit me with an extortionate bill? If I back down now, I won’t be able to show my face in the entire Jiangsu and Zhejiang region ever again! I don’t care who you are. Since you won’t accept the easy way out for six hundred thousand, then fine! You want to play? I’ll play with you to the bitter end!"

Stung by Chang Yuanyi’s public declaration that he was "nothing but a damn punk," Bao Qiudong’s fury finally exploded.

"Young Master Bao, think twice!" Chang Yuanyi urged, though the gleeful, schadenfreude-filled expression on his face was one of fanning the flames.

He knew that if it came to a confrontation with Qin Fan, ten Bao Qiudongs tied together wouldn’t be enough for Qin Fan to crush. Having been suppressed by Bao Qiudong for so long, how could he possibly pass up such a perfect opportunity to add fuel to the fire?

"Heh! Chang Yuanyi, you’re a part of this now, too! Our score isn’t settled yet!" Bao Qiudong snarled, his face feeling swollen as if it had been repeatedly slapped. He fiercely clenched his teeth and pulled out his phone.