40: Chapter 40 We're all brothers, so let's make it two million.

At the same time Qin Yi and the others were being questioned by the police, on the second level of the International Finance Center's underground garage.

In the back seat of that black Mercedes, Brother Dao was gloomily playing with a sharp dagger, his gaze like ice, not even sparing a glance at the shivering Wang Hao beside him.

A moment later, he finally spoke slowly, but to Wang Hao, that voice sounded like a cold wind from Hell.

"Hao-zi, you're not being straight with me! Didn't you say that kid was easy to deal with? But what happened? Six brothers were taken down by that kid alone! Forget the five who don't know martial arts. A-Qiang is my most capable subordinate, an Eight Extremities Fist expert, yet he was actually sent to the hospital by that kid! You told me someone like that was easy to deal with?"

Wang Hao's face was pale, and he defended himself with a trembling voice: "D-Dao... Brother Dao... I swear! I really didn't expect it to turn out like this... This morning, I even humiliated him in public. He was really cowardly then, and I never heard about him knowing martial arts when he was at school..."

"Humph, you didn't expect it? You think you can just brush things off with 'I didn't expect it'?" Brother Dao's tone became increasingly sharp, and the look he gave Wang Hao grew even colder.

"No, no, Brother Dao, this is my responsibility. My intel was wrong, and that's why the brothers failed their mission! Brother Dao, you say the word, whatever you want, I'll do it!" Wang Hao hurriedly declared his stance, fearing that Brother Dao would stab him if he was unhappy.

"Good, since you're so sensible, I'll be blunt."

Brother Dao sneered and continued, "My subordinates weren't just injured; they were also caught by the police. The medical fees, lost wages, mental distress compensation... someone has to pay, right? For the five lackeys, two hundred thousand each. A-Qiang is my right-hand man, and since we're all brothers, I won't ask for too much from you—let's just say one million for him. That's two million in total."

"Two... two million... B-Brother Dao, you know me, where would I get that much money..." Wang Hao's voice carried a hint of crying.

Two million—Wang Hao's family naturally had it, but that money wasn't Wang Hao's; it was his father's.

If his father found out he was hanging out with people like Brother Dao, his future would be miserable...

"You don't have it, but your father does. I'll only give you one day. By this time tomorrow, I want to see two million in cash. Otherwise... you know the consequences!"

As Brother Dao spoke, the dagger in his hand suddenly pressed against Wang Hao's cheek. It was cold and sharp, as if a gentle stroke could slice through his skin.

Wang Hao's Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering in fear, he didn't dare say another word and hurriedly nodded like a woodpecker: "I understand, I understand! Don't worry, Brother Dao, I-I will definitely get the money together by tomorrow!"

"Very good, you're sensible!"

Brother Dao nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Also, that kid named Qin Yi hit my brothers, so naturally, I won't let him off. Tomorrow, bring me all his information. Got it?"

"I-I've got it, Brother Dao!" Wang Hao responded repeatedly, his voice trembling slightly.

"Mhm, now that you've got it, get lost." Brother Dao waved his hand as if shooing a fly.

Wang Hao hurriedly and shakily opened the car door and fled.

Brother Dao also got out from the back seat, went to the driver's side, opened the door, and sat inside. Then he spat forcefully and cursed, "Damn it, I have to drive myself! What bloody bad luck!"

With that, Brother Dao started the car and sped away, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

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As night fell, the neon lights of the Magic City grew even more brilliant, as if announcing that the nightlife of this city that never sleeps was about to begin.

It was already 9:30 by the time the taxi sped to the International Finance Center, with only half an hour left before the mall closed.

The three of them hurriedly got out of the car, and Qin Yi nodded politely to the Armani saleslady: "Thanks for your hard work, give the things to me."

The saleslady smiled gently. Although the shopping bags in her hands weren't heavy, there were many of them, making it quite inconvenient.

She hesitated for a moment, then softly suggested: "Mr. Qin, there are quite a few items. Let me help you put them in the car."

Qin Yi glanced at the bags in her hands and nodded in agreement: "Alright, then I'll trouble you."

The three of them walked into the mall and took the escalator down to the B1 parking lot.

Qin Yi took out his car keys and pressed a button. The Bugatti supercar in the SVIP parking space immediately emitted a low 'beep-beep' sound, and its lights flashed.

At the same time, the staff member who had previously guided Qin Yi to park also hurried forward, removed the barrier next to the SVIP parking space, and then stood respectfully to the side.

The saleslady's eyes immediately lit up with a dazzling light when she saw the Bugatti with the license plate 'Mo A 12345'.

The simplest way to judge how much money a rich second-generation has—whether they have millions, tens of millions, or hundreds of millions—is to look at what car they drive.

She had originally only suggested helping Qin Yi carry the items to the car out of curiosity to see his ride, but at this moment, an unusual emotion couldn't help but rise in her heart.

This was a Bugatti, after all. Although she didn't know exactly how much it cost, any car that could be parked in the mall's SVIP parking space was definitely worth tens of millions.

To be able to drive a supercar worth tens of millions, his net worth must be at least hundreds of millions!

Young, handsome, wealthy, and even knew martial arts, and most importantly, he was kind and approachable through his wealth. This wasn't just some rich second-generation; this was clearly the dream of hundreds of millions of girls!

She stole a few glances at Xu Qian standing beside Qin Yi. Although she understood that she might be slightly inferior in appearance, she was still a beauty.

Besides, how could such a young, handsome, and wealthy Young Master mind having more girlfriends...

Qin Yi opened the car's front trunk, and the saleslady obediently placed the shopping bags inside one by one.

After completing all this, she took a deep breath, gathered her courage, pulled a business card from her pocket, and handed it to Qin Yi with both hands.

"Mr. Qin, it's truly an honor to serve you. This is my business card, which has my contact information. If there are any problems with the clothes in the future, or if you need any help, you can contact me anytime. Also, if it's convenient, you can also add my WeChat; this phone number is my WeChat ID. That way, if new arrivals come to the store, I can recommend them to you right away."

Xu Qian was a salesperson herself, so she naturally understood what the saleslady was planning.

So, she smiled slightly and took the business card from the saleslady's hand before Qin Yi could. Her tone was gentle, but her attitude was exceptionally firm, like a warrior guarding her territory.

"I'll take the card. My boyfriend is usually very busy. If there are any problems in the future, I'll just contact you."

A flash of disappointment crossed the saleslady's face, and she silently cursed Xu Qian in her heart, but she still quickly adjusted her emotions, bowed slightly with a smile, and then turned to leave gracefully.

Qin Yi turned his head and looked at the business card in Xu Qian's hand, a playful glint in his eyes.

Hehe, boyfriend...

He hadn't even confessed yet, and she was already starting to protect her food...

It seems that having a 90 favorability rating from the opposite sex is really not bad...

Qin Yi tilted his head slightly and teased, "That saleslady was quite enthusiastic, huh?"

Xu Qian felt Qin Yi's gaze, and the blush on her cheeks became even more obvious.

She smiled awkwardly, put the business card into her bag, and immediately changed the subject: "Young Master Qin, do we still need to go buy gifts for your father?"

Qin Yi looked at her, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes: "You still have the mood to shop?"

After all, too many things had happened tonight. Meeting those two idiots with Wang Hao while eating, encountering thugs while shopping, and just having visited the police station—who would still be in the mood for shopping?

Xu Qian lowered her head slightly, her voice carrying a hint of shyness: "Mhm, I... it's fine. Doesn't Young Master Qin have to go back to Jingnan tomorrow... Buying just a few sets of clothes for your father, wouldn't that be a bit too little?"

Qin Yi nodded and said with a smile: "Mhm, that's true. However, the mall is about to close, so let's be quick. Let's just browse the Rolex on the first floor. Oh right, isn't your phone broken? Let's buy you a new one in a bit."

After saying that, Qin Yi naturally reached out and gently took Xu Qian's hand.

Xu Qian's hand trembled slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she let Qin Yi lead her as they entered the mall again.

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