Chapter 2177 — What Do You Mean?
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"Those four of yours..." Gao Lutong pointed in horror at the four subordinates on the ground.
"Dead," Wei Zhao said.
"Huh?" Gao Lutong had been clutching his aching arm and squatting to one side. At Wei Zhao's words he leapt up like a startled rabbit, shooting back four or five meters to stare at Wei Zhao in terror.
"What are you doing?" Wei Zhao asked.
"You... you killed them?" Gao Lutong asked, a little guiltily.
"No. I left out a word—they're dead asleep," Wei Zhao said.
"..." Gao Lutong was speechless. Damn you, you scared me half to death—I thought you were some kind of homicidal maniac! Still, as long as they weren't dead, that was fine. But he knew very well that he was no match for the man before him. Wei Zhao hadn't admitted it outright, but his four unconscious subordinates had to be Wei Zhao's doing.
"So... what exactly do you want?" Since he couldn't beat Wei Zhao, Gao Lutong had no choice but to ask stiffly.
"It's not what I want. It's what you want." Wei Zhao pointed at Zhao Shengji. "You broke his sternum."
"Brother... his sternum is broken, but my arm is broken too, and my four men have learned their lesson. How about... we just let this go?" Gao Lutong asked.
"Let it go? I snapped your arm. Your four men just didn't wake up properly this morning and went back to sleep. What does that have to do with Zhao Shengji? Are you brain-dead? Can't you do basic accounting?" Wei Zhao shot back.
Hearing this, Gao Lutong nearly **. But he was the weak one here and didn't dare offend Wei Zhao, so he could only say, "Aren't you here to stick up for him? Doesn't that amount to venting his anger..."
"I'm here to buy soy sauce," Wei Zhao said.
"Uh..." Gao Lutong nearly fainted. "Then... you tell me what to do."
"Me? You choose. Do we settle this officially or privately?" Wei Zhao asked.
"Officially or privately? What does that mean? How does official work? And how does private work?" Gao Lutong asked, taken aback.
"Official means I beat you up, break your ribs, then haul you to the school authorities. You admit you injured Zhao Shengji, and how they deal with you is the school's business," Wei Zhao said.
"How is that official? You'd still be beating me up!" Gao Lutong fumed inwardly, yet had no way out. "Then when the school authorities ask me where my injuries came from, what do I say?"
"Oh, you can say I did it. But afterward, I'll come back for revenge," Wei Zhao said flatly.
A threat! This was a bare-faced threat, exactly the same tactic he had used on Zhao Shengji, only reversed—and he really was afraid Wei Zhao would come after him later!
"Then what about settling privately?" Gao Lutong wasn't afraid of Wei Zhao's revenge. In his view, once Li Biaohan returned, Wei Zhao would be no match. It was just that Gao Lutong didn't want to lose face in front of the school authorities! If word got out that Gao Lutong had been humiliated this badly, he'd never be able to show his face at school again.
"Private means I beat you up, and then you compensate me a million," Wei Zhao said.
"What? A million?" Gao Lutong thought his ears were playing tricks on him.
"That's right. Look, his ribs are broken. Walking will be a strain from now on, so he'll need a car at the very least. And a car alone isn't enough—he'll need someone to look after him!" Wei Zhao said. "Look, he just got a girlfriend, and now he's injured. What if her family objects? So he'll need a bigger bride price. A hundred thousand for the car, nine hundred thousand for the bride price—I'm already giving you a discount."
"...I might as well go with the official route..." Gao Lutong was speechless. This Wei Zhao could really spin a tale.
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you—if you choose the private route, I still have to make you pay, so I can't beat you too badly. But if I hand you over to the school, it has nothing to do with me anymore, so you can basically kiss your jerking off goodbye!" Wei Zhao said.