This Hu Laosan, relying on his father's equal status in the underworld with Xu Mao, has often acted unreasonably. But Hu Laosan is just an illegitimate child, and his family relationships are complicated. His father might not protect him, but if he were to be killed, his father might very well cause trouble for Xu Mao...

"Hmph!" Su Cheng sneered. In his case, there was no such thing as bad debts or uncollectible debts. As long as it was a debt, it had to be collected according to the rules.

If we can't get enough numbers, we'll use something else to make up for it—hands, feet, or even our lives.

"Scorpion, you deliver that shipment," Su Cheng said, knowing he wouldn't be free to help out since they had to leave in the middle of the night. "I'm going to meet this Hu Laosan tonight!"

"yes!"

A messenger came to report that Hu Laosan had packed his things and was preparing to flee. Su Cheng, along with Haozi, Zheng Chong, and a group of henchmen, went directly to intercept him.

"Old Hu, where are you headed?" Su Cheng smiled and blocked Old Hu's path. He put his arm around Old Hu's shoulder, and with a single glance, Haozi snatched the bag from Old Hu's hand.

Haozi unzipped his jacket and let Zheng Chong peek through it.

“Money,” Zheng Chong said succinctly to Su Cheng, “but the amount is not enough.”

Since Hu Laosan was preparing to run away with his luggage, it means that this should be all his current assets, but just taking it wouldn't be enough to balance the accounts.

"Su Cheng, you're nothing but Xu Mao's dog. Ask Xu Mao if he dares to touch me!" Old Hu said, his neck stiff with dissatisfaction that Haozi had taken his luggage bag.

Anyone who loses all their wealth would probably not be laughing.

“Hu Laosan, what you said really hurts me…” Su Cheng didn’t care about Hu Laosan’s offense. He patted Hu Laosan’s shoulder, actually to prevent Hu Laosan from escaping. “Who cares whose dog I am? That’s not important. What’s important is that you have to remember that dogs will bite.”

Su Cheng's smile vanished, and he held Hu Laosan captive, forcing him to follow him.

"You really know how to pick a place. Isn't this Fenglan Residence? Brother Mao invites you in for a seat," Su Cheng said.

The rest of the people followed.

Hu Laosan naturally didn't want to. Entering Fenglan Residence was like entering someone else's territory, but he couldn't fight for it, and Haozi was also watching him like a hawk.

As soon as the waiter saw Su Cheng, he led them down to the underground area with practiced ease.

After entering any private room, Su Cheng released Hu Laosan.

He casually sat down on the sofa and leaned back.

The door was guarded by his underlings, and only the people whose names he knew remained inside.

Haozi threw the duffel bag next to Su Cheng's feet and stepped on it.

"Old Hu, this amount of money is probably not enough."

"What do you want?" Old Hu stared at Su Cheng with hatred, as if he wanted to rush up and bite him to death.

But Su Cheng didn't care at all and snapped his fingers at Zheng Chong.

Zheng Chong: "..."

He thought he was already quite cunning and treacherous, but ever since the boss called him to follow and monitor Su Cheng, he gradually realized that Su Cheng was much more ruthless than him, and also very good at pretending.

For example, right now, while he's clearly dealing with Hu Laosan, he's also snapping his fingers to order drinks.

"Have someone bring in some wine," Zheng Chong said. "The imported liquor we had stored earlier—"

"Hey!" Su Cheng raised his hand to stop Zheng Chong. "Beer will do. Let's start with... ten cases."

Zheng Chong: "..."

He's such a good actor.

"Did you hear that?" Zheng Chong gestured to the waiter, but he was a little confused about the situation. Not to mention that the current situation was not suitable for drinking, even if they really wanted to drink, would they order ten cases?

But now it's Su Cheng's turn to call the shots.

"I don't want to do anything..." Su Cheng leaned back on the sofa, looking casual. "However, it's only right to pay back debts. I'm letting this debt go until tomorrow because of your father, but if you don't pay it off—I don't care who your father is."

Su Cheng suddenly stood up, walked step by step to Hu Laosan, grabbed his chin, and changed his expression once again.

“How about I help you think of a solution? This bag of money is definitely not enough, and dragging it out any longer won't work either. We are people of principle, and Brother Mao hates people who don't keep their word. It just so happens that... I heard that Brother Mao has a new hobby lately, which is collecting hard things,” Su Cheng said, looking at Zheng Chong. “Chongzi, tell me, what is the hardest thing in the world?”

Zheng Chong began to understand what Su Cheng meant.

"A person's mouth."

"No, no, no..." Su Cheng laughed, as if he really was only discussing this most difficult question, "The mouth is soft, how can it be hard? The hardest thing is teeth!"

"Smack—"

Su Cheng gave them no chance to breathe, and suddenly slapped them, stunning Hu Lao and the other two. Their mouths were cut open and blood flowed down their sides.

“Don’t you like to bring up your dad? Here’s what we’ll do, for your dad’s sake, this bag of money plus your tooth, and we’re even,” Su Cheng said, walking back around to sit down on the sofa.

Hu Laosan was trembling all over.

He never expected that Su Cheng would not want his hands, his legs, or even his life, but would actually want his teeth.

Just then, the waiter brought in the wine and arranged it in the private room, which looked quite impressive.

"Brother Cheng, have a drink." The waiter opened a bottle of wine, poured a glass, and respectfully handed it to Su Cheng, but just as Su Cheng was about to touch the glass, it spilled...

"Brother Cheng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." the waiter said repeatedly, hurriedly using paper to wipe the wine stains off Su Cheng, but his movements seemed a bit off, and the more you looked at it, the more it seemed like he was going to touch Su Cheng's groin.

Seeing that the hand was getting increasingly provocative, Su Cheng pressed it down.

Where should I touch?

The waiter was trembling with fear and kept apologizing, saying he didn't mean anything by it.

Zheng Chong, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh.

This waiter is reckless; he can't tell what's going on in the private room, and he's still trying to seduce Su Cheng at a time like this.

Under the flickering, dazzling light, Su Cheng suddenly felt something under his palm.

"Come here!" Su Cheng suddenly stood up.

With this action, he stuffed the object under his hand into his pocket.

"I asked you to bring in some wine, not for drinking." Su Cheng took a bottle from the top shelf and handed it to the waiter, making him hold it tightly.

Immediately afterwards, Su Cheng, holding the waiter's hand, led him to smash a beer bottle against Hu Laosan's chin and lips.

"Bang--"

The bottle shattered, and the liquor splashed everywhere.

"Haozi, look, did you lose a tooth?" Su Cheng said, wiping his hands directly with the waiter's uniform.

"This kid's teeth are pretty solid," Haozi said. He was already into violence, and the new game that Su Cheng had just introduced made him eager to try it out.

The waiter was terrified, trembling all over, apologizing and begging for forgiveness.