Special Forces Medic

So in this world, there's no problem that money can't solve; it just depends on how much you put down, or rather, how much a person is worth! Of course, there are those who don't realize the times have changed, and by suing, they only dig a hole for themselves to jump into, ending up with countless unresolved situations.

The dirty soles left a different shade on the white carpet, as Housekeeper Yin remained silent, standing quietly beside Fatty Wang, waiting to handle the aftermath.

"Give her ten thousand and send her away."

The woman was still twitching, a translucent fluid oozing from between her legs as she was dragged out by someone.

Whether spending ten thousand on playing with a woman is expensive or not, no one ever considers this question. Zhang Teng waited for Fatty Wang to dress, and after he sat back on the sofa, Zhang Teng stood up and walked over.

"Lao Yin, how are you doing your job? Don't you see the carpet's dirty?" Without waiting for Zhang Teng to speak, Fatty Wang glared at Housekeeper Yin with a sideways glance: "You're getting more and more confused as you get older; can't you even handle such a small matter?"

"Young master, it was my oversight, but Mr. Zhang..."

"Oh. Zhang Teng, how long have you been here?" The look of feigned surprise on Fatty Wang's face appeared somewhat contrived in Zhang Teng's eyes. He chuckled twice, intentionally scuffing his foot hard on the carpet, breaking the strands of the expensive plush.

"Just arrived!"

"What brings you here at this time?" Fatty Wang turned on the stereo with the remote, and smooth music began to play. "You're a nationally wanted man now, coming to me so openly, what's your aim?"

"I know it's a bit presumptuous to run over here, but I just contacted a boat yesterday and wanted to ask you for a bit of travel money!" Zhang Teng rubbed his hands together, trying to lower his posture as he leaned in towards Fatty Wang.

"I seem to recall already giving you twenty million before. How did you spend it so quickly?" Fatty Wang adjusted his body, pressing his entire back against the sofa backrest, maintaining a certain distance from Zhang Teng. "How much are you asking for this time?"

Zhang Teng chuckled twice more, holding up one hand.

"Wow, Master Zhang, you're really asking for a lot, fifty million! Do you think our family runs a bank?" Fatty Wang raised his eyes sideways at Zhang Teng, a half-smile playing across his lips.

"Fifty million is nothing to the Wang Family. My departure will be a good thing for you." Zhang Teng stood straight and took a step back, stuffing his hands into his trouser pockets: "Liger City being picked apart in a single day, surely you know about it!"

"Hmm, what does that have to do with me?" Fatty Wang turned the volume down a notch, his cold words reaching Housekeeper Yin's ears, who wisely exited the front hall.

"Back when the Liger Gang's Tiger went to ambush Xiao Lin, officially it seemed like the Qu Family's orders, but who doesn't know it was you taking money for the Qu Family!"

"Oh, Master Zhang, those words shouldn't be spoken carelessly. If they spread outside, people might have all sorts of thoughts about our Wang Family." Fatty Wang put down what he was holding and stood up straighter, his voice rising sharply: "Speak with evidence."

"If I didn't have some sort of evidence, I wouldn't dare to speak openly before you." Zhang Teng rubbed his hands together, placing them before his chest. "Fifty million to seal my mouth is cheaper than hiring some old Southeast Asian man to kill me."

"You think your life is worth fifty million?" As if hearing a funny joke, Fatty Wang burst into laughter, while Zhang Teng raised his eyebrow, his gaze growing several degrees colder: "I say, Master Zhang, if you have evidence, go report me at the station, no need to waste words with me here." Fatty Wang turned off the stereo and sat up from the sofa: "After all, our Wang Family counts as having some fame, if I get bluffed by you today, what face do I have left?"

"That's right, you're quite the character, Fatty Wang, and I, Zhang Teng, am also not unaware. However, now the winds outside are tight, as you know, that Xiao kid is hard to deal with, and over at the municipal committee, your whatever third uncle isn't having an easy time. If I spill some more stuff, who knows if the Hua Family will let you off so easily." Forcing a calmness in response to Fatty Wang's urgency, Zhang Teng casually sat back on the sofa. "Here are some photos for you to see. Isn't the person in them Poison Dragon? It was really hard for me to get these." With a forceful motion of his right hand, the photos slid firmly into the leather. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian.com to vote with your recommendations or monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)