Wu Yong sat at the back, opened the car door intending to step out for some fresh air, but as soon as he opened the door, Lin Tian called out to him.

"What's up?" Wu Yong had one foot on the ground, the other still in the car.

"I don't have enough money on me. You pay the fare!" Lin Tian didn't care whether Wu Yong agreed or not and got out of the car.

With a bitter expression, Wu Yong looked at Lin Tian's departing figure, his fragile heart shattered. How did he end up with such a stingy brother?

After paying the fare, Wu Yong sulkily came to Lin Tian's side: "The pants money is gone!"

Lin Tian said seriously: "Then don't buy the T-shirt, just buy a pair of pants!"

"..."

At this moment, Wu Yong didn't want to say anything.

Inside the bathhouse hotel, Xiaogang was leisurely lying on the sofa, thinking that this time Daoist Li could definitely take care of Lin Tian.

Without Lin Tian, everything seemed to turn wonderful.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

Just then, the doorbell outside the room rang.

Xiaogang's hand trembled, dropping the cigarette butt he was holding onto the floor.

"Who could it be at this time?"

For some reason, Xiaogang felt it was Lin Tian outside the door, so he cautiously came to the door and peeked through the peephole.

"It really is him!" Seeing who it was outside, Xiaogang didn't know what to do.

"Stop looking. I know you're inside!" Lin Tian's voice sounded from outside.

Xiaogang was already feeling guilty, and the voice only made him more nervous.

"In broad daylight, he can't possibly kill me, right?" Xiaogang thought to himself, putting his hand on the door handle and twisting it.

Xiaogang's thought wasn't baseless; once prideful, he had lost to Lin Tian.

Plus, he had heard of Lin Tian's subsequent methods from Bai Shishi.

In a one-on-one fight, Xiaogang really lacked the confidence to beat Lin Tian.

The room door opened, revealing Lin Tian's stern face.

"I believe you already know why I'm here to see you?" Lin Tian pushed the door open and walked in, Wu Yong swaggered in behind him.

If Lin Tian was icy-faced, then Wu Yong was positively menacing.

Frightened, Xiaogang retreated while forcing a smile: "You're okay..."

Xiaogang realized he misspoke, quickly corrected himself, and grabbed a cigarette from the table, offering it to the two: "Come, have a seat! Smoke a cigarette!"

Lin Tian held it in his mouth and sat on the sofa, while Wu Yong held it in his mouth, crossing his arms and standing behind Lin Tian.

"Actually, today's matter, I think there's surely some misunderstanding!" Xiaogang personally lit Lin Tian's cigarette.

"Not lighting mine?" Wu Yong saw Xiaogang light Lin Tian's cigarette and then ignore himself, angrily said: "You're looking down on me?"

Xiaogang didn't know Wu Yong's background, but seeing this guy appeared even fiercer than Lin Tian, he didn't dare to say much more and personally lit Wu Yong's cigarette.

"Then tell me, what misunderstanding is there?"

Lin Tian crossed his legs and blew out a smoke ring, which gradually expanded, drifting towards Xiaogang sitting opposite.

Xiaogang just chuckled foolishly, truly unsure of how to answer.

"Speak up then, what misunderstanding is there?" Wu Yong stamped his foot, glaring at Xiaogang.

"Actually, I was just listening to that rotten Daoist's words and that's why I acted against you. He said as long as you give him money there's nobody he can't handle!"

Xiaogang paused then continued: "You know there's a little conflict between us. I like Miss Bai, but Miss Bai seems to prefer you, so I thought of teaching you a little lesson. Who knew that rotten Daoist was just a damn fraud!"

Now Xiaogang could only throw Daoist Li under the bus to save himself; why bother paying someone who can't even handle Lin Tian?

"What do you think Daoist Li will do if he knows what you said?" Lin Tian smiled playfully.

"Ah?"

Xiaogang was stunned, looking disdainful: "What can he do knowing? He's a damn scammer—useless for anything except swindling money!"

"Seems like you really hate Daoist Li?" Lin Tian's face maintained that playful smile.

"More than just hate; I wish I could kill that old man!" Xiaogang fiercely extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray.

"You recorded it, right?" Lin Tian suddenly turned to look at Wu Yong.

Wu Yong was smoking, and upon hearing Lin Tian speak, he pretended to stay calm, but his mind was spinning swiftly.

What's Tian up to saying this?

What's he planning?

Seems like Tian intends to put on a show?

Should he play along?

After a few seconds of thinking, Wu Yong almost instantly responded: "Don't worry, Tian. I've recorded everything. If this recording is given to Daoist Li, haha... that would be interesting!"

Lin Tian worried about Wu Yong not catching on, but hearing his response, realized he was overthinking. This guy's quite the sly fox!

"You... you guys... recorded?" Xiaogang was dumbstruck, mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

"Latest model recording pen, want to hear what was just said?" Wu Yong pulled a black pen out of his pocket like performing a trick.

Xiaogang originally thought they were bluffing him, but now he was completely dumbfounded!

Lin Tian watched closely as Wu Yong held that pen, his heart on edge: "You really dared to act! What if Xiaogang really wants to listen?"

Xiaogang stared wide-eyed, too shocked to speak for a moment.

Originally hoping Daoist Li would take the blame, he didn't expect to be turned on by Lin Tian and Wu Yong.

This left his handle in their hands.

"Now, can we have a proper talk?" Lin Tian, also feeling guilty, immediately shifted away from the topic of the recording pen.

"Lin Tian, let's talk this over without recording, alright?" Xiaogang now not only felt guilty, but his heart was trembling.

"How can we not record?"

Lin Tian chuckled: "You figured out how to use Daoist Li against me, didn't you? Shouldn't I counter with a little deception myself?"

"Tian, you think it'd be fun handing the recording to that rotten Daoist?" Wu Yong was eager for chaos.

"I'm quite looking forward to it myself!" Lin Tian grinned mischievously.

"Gentlemen, let's negotiate!" Xiaogang wiped the sweat off his forehead, suddenly regretting opening the room door—the two of them were essentially two calamities he let inside.

"Negotiate? How?" Wu Yong, experienced in trickery, raised his eyebrows at Xiaogang.

Xiaogang hesitated several times before opening his mouth: "I can use money to buy that recording pen from you!"

"How much?" Wu Yong asked.

Lin Tian didn't intervene, continued smoking, knowing Wu Yong was adept with these dealings, feeling assured leaving it to him.

"How about this amount?" Xiaogang raised a finger.

"Ten million?" Wu Yong feigned composure, but inside he was explosive!

Wow, what's with the world?

Is everyone this wealthy?

Casually offering ten million to someone!!!

"Ten thousand!" Xiaogang awkwardly chuckled, ten million for a recording pen? What a joke!

"Ten thousand?" Upon hearing Xiaogang's stinginess, Wu Yong grew displeased, daring to offer only ten thousand.

Seems as stingy as Lin Tian!

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