Fanatic!

Chapter 63 The Ruthless Old Dog
"I heard you have a wife and children..."

"Shark Nine, the rules of the underworld: when you're out in the game, don't involve your family!" Master Bing roared, his face contorted with rage.

"Are you out of your mind? You're dead, who cares about your wife and kids?" Shark Nine sneered, then softened his tone and advised:
"A woman with two children and a large sum of money—she was targeted without me even lifting a finger. And they were much more ruthless than I was!"

"You don't think they're all kind-hearted people, do you? Your wife can't hold onto this money."

"You should trust me instead of them. After all, I'm a woman, and women are always better to each other."

"I definitely won't touch the money in their bank accounts; it's enough for them to live on for the rest of their lives. Where do you keep the large sum of money you can't deposit in the bank?"

Shark Nine made it very clear that someone like Lao Guibing would definitely have a large sum of money in a bank account, and she could leave that money for Lao Guibing's wife and children.

In addition, he has a large amount of cash that he can't keep in the open, and this money certainly isn't kept in a bank.

After about ten seconds, Shark Nine spoke again:
"You definitely won't survive. Whether your wife and children can survive depends on how you think about it."

"Should I go and invite them over?"

"Shark Nine!" Master Bing roared, then gave a bitter laugh: "Fine, I promise you! You'd better keep your word, or I'll haunt you even after I die!"

“I’ll kill you even if you’re alive, but what can you do to me if you’re dead?” Shark Nine sneered. “But don’t worry, I, Shark Nine, always keep my word.”

Master Bing revealed the three positions.

“There’s 1300 million there. Take it and don’t go looking for my wife and kids again.”

"Take some men and get the money," Shark Nine said to Chen Wujun.

"Use my car!"

Chen Wujun nodded, turned around and went downstairs.

After Chen Wujun left, Bingye suddenly laughed and said, "I just said there was 1300 million there, but actually there was 1500 million. Do you think he'll bring it all back, or just 1300 million?"

Shark Nine sneered, "Old dog, still trying to sow discord even on your deathbed. I bet there's only 1300 million there."

"You probably don't know, but Junzi is my junior brother. We were taught by the same master! Although our lineage is known for its daring and recklessness, we still have a lot of trust among fellow disciples."

Only Jixiang and Karen knew about the relationship between Shark Nine and Chen Wujun.

Even Ah Hao and the others were unaware of the situation.

However, it can no longer be kept secret. Chen Wujun uses the same Dragon Palm technique as Shark Nine, and Bengzui Snake knows this best and will definitely spread it.

"Very well, very well, you've really got a good master!" Master Bing said with a bitter laugh, then shut his mouth and said no more.

Chen Wujun led his men to the intersection, where Shark Nine's car was waiting.

"Go to Lai Chi Kok, Lan Sau Street."

Chen Wujun watched the scenery outside the window rush by, his mind constantly pondering everything that had happened that day.

It's a pity the snake escaped; that's a problem.

Even if your senior sister doesn't care, you still need to be careful.

Where can this guy run to?
Also, my senior sister was furious after receiving Mr. Xin's call... probably because it was related to Mr. Bing's loan shark companies.

Neon lights and skyscrapers flashed past Chen Wujun's eyes, becoming increasingly prosperous. The road was wide and lined with tall buildings, a scene of dazzling lights and bustling activity, completely different from the dilapidated fortress.

Chen Wujun's eyes held a mixture of longing and greed.

This is what he has always longed for.

Especially the location where Uncle Bing hid his money, Mei Foo Sun Chuen Phase 6 in Lai Chi Kok, is a typical upscale community where everyone is well-dressed and polite.

It is said that a 500-600 square foot house costs over a million dollars, and his earliest wish was to own a unit in such a community.

Actually, it's a middle-class community, and the residents are mainly high-level professionals such as doctors and lawyers.

However, in the eyes of the people of the walled city, it is a high-end community.

More than half an hour later, the vehicle slowed down near a row of tall buildings. Chen Wujun looked around and then signaled the driver to stop.

Chen Wujun and his men got out of the car and went directly into a loan shark company.

"Brother Jun!" The people here are Ah Hao's henchmen.

Chen Wujun led his men to the back storage room, where they found two dilapidated safes in the corner.

Following the password given by Master Bing, they opened the safe, which was filled with various old and worn-out ledgers.

Chen Wujun reached out and shoved the ledgers onto the ground; they were empty except for a key.

He reached out and felt around again, finally finding a thin thread. He pulled hard, and a section of the iron plate behind it was pulled out. With another pull, he pulled the iron plate out, revealing the stack of cash bricks behind it.

Those old debts and bad debts outside are just a cover. "Brother Jun, so much?" Afei's eyes lit up when he saw the money inside.

"Go find two bags!" Chen Wujun said to Afei, who was standing to the side. Then he opened another safe, which also contained stacks of cash bricks.

After Ah Fei put all the money into his bag, there was a total of three million in cash.

Then Chen Wujun took a key and led people into Mei Foo Sun Chuen Phase 6.

"Who are you...?" The security guard, seeing that the group did not look like residents, immediately came up to ask.

Without Chen Wujun giving any instructions, the henchman pushed the security guard who was asking questions back to the security room.

“We’re here to take care of something. You only earn two or three thousand yuan a month, you don’t need to cause trouble for yourself.” Chen Wujun said this and led his men up to Room E on the 12th floor of Building 23.

After opening the door and entering the bedroom, I took down someone's wedding photo from the wall, revealing a safe behind it. Inside, there were stacks of cash bricks.

“Brother Jun, there are six million here!” Afei’s throat bobbed.

"Take it with us, we're going to the next place." Chen Wujun's heart was also warm.

Nine million? In all his life, he'd only ever seen tens of thousands of dollars.

Chen Wujun then went to another residential area, where he took out a bag of money from a washing machine in an empty room.

"Count how many there are!" Chen Wujun took a cigarette from Afei and put it in his mouth. Fortunately, none of the three places had any problems.

He was now feeling a surge of excitement. 1300 million, and those loan receipts from loan sharks—he wondered how much he would ultimately get.

It wasn't until Ah Fei's words jolted him awake.

"Brother Jun, here's 500 million."

"900 million plus 500 million is..." Chen Wujun thought for a moment and then calculated it.

"1400."

Then Chen Wujun suddenly stopped moving.

"1400?"

Wasn't it supposed to be 1300 million?
"Brother Jun, what's wrong?" Afei asked when he noticed that Chen Wujun looked strange.

"Wait for me over there!" Chen Wujun took a deep breath, his expression shifting uncertainly.

Old Ghost Bingming clearly said 1300 million, so how come there's suddenly an extra 100 million?
A sudden surge of greed arose in his mind, and he wanted to swallow the 100 million.

However, he suppressed this greed in an instant.

"No... Old Gui Bing is sowing discord! That old bastard deserves to die! He will definitely tell Senior Sister about this. If I take back the 1300 million, this matter will be hard to explain."

"Even if I insist it's 1300 million, my senior sister might still have doubts."

“A million is indeed a lot... but what I have now, and what I have after the betting war... cannot be bought with a million.”

In Chen Wujun's mind, he could possess far more than one million.

Chen Wujun smoked half a cigarette, his expression gradually returning to calm.

"Let's go, take the money back with us!"

The group then took a car back to the walled city, and Chen Wujun and Afei's group brought several bags of money back to Jindi Finance.

"How did it go?" Shark Nine sat in a chair, smoking.

Chen Wujun glanced at Bingye on the ground, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Successfully, but this old bastard has ill intentions. The money isn't 1300 million, it's 1400 million."

Upon hearing this number, Shark Nine's gaze sharpened slightly.

Bingye suddenly laughed.

He was blind, his face was covered in blood, and his smile was like that of a vengeful ghost.

"I didn't..." Before Bingye could finish speaking, the pen on Shark Nine's desk suddenly pierced his neck like a sharp arrow.

Bingye's words immediately turned into a miserable groan.

Shark Nine walked out from behind the table, looked down at Master Bing, and then stepped on the pen.

The pen pierced through Bingye's neck in an instant.

"This old dog won't behave even when he's about to die!" Shark Nine snarled.

(End of this chapter)