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Chapter 282 He Didn't Tell You, Does He Owe 500?

When Xianchen returned to the training room, Yu Xing caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and said to him while manipulating the character: "Are you back? You were not here just now, so we tested the water in the fifth row. Do you want to come and have a look?"

Xianchen: "No need, Yushen, let me take a leave of absence. I have something to do at home, so you guys call first."

Yu Xingchen was in a group fight, so he didn't get distracted to see Xianchen's expression, "Yeah, go back early."

Xianchen took the key to the dormitory on his desk and walked back, took out the bank card and changed into a long-sleeved hooded sweater, and walked out of the dormitory.

Withdrawing 50 cash at one time is not a small amount, and the bank staff took it out for him after repeated inquiries.

Xianchen carried the portable safe containing the money, took a taxi and went to the address his father told him.

It was a private villa area at the junction of the two provinces, and when Xianchen appeared at the door, it was already under Master Jiu's control.

Master Jiu turned to the headset and said to the bodyguard who was interrogating Xianchen in the surveillance system, "Let him in."

With a sweater hood covering his head, Xianchen was brought to the villa by the bodyguards with no expression on his face.

Master Jiu said to his opponent: "Stop fighting, bring that old man out."

He finally stood up from the stool, stretched his muscles, and went to open the door for Xianchen himself.

When a young man with a gentle temperament, about 25 years old, came to open the door for Xianchen, Xianchen's first reaction was that he thought he had knocked on the wrong door.

He subconsciously took a step back to look at the house number.

Master Jiu saw his little movements, and said with a relaxed smile, "That's right, your gambler father is inside, if you don't mind me calling him that."

Jiuye was wearing a well-tailored black suit, with a slender figure and slightly lowered head. From the deep brow bone to the high bridge of the nose to the jaw line, the curve of this section looked particularly beautiful and graceful.

But no matter how gentle and friendly he is, the irresistible aura will still be revealed inadvertently in his understatement-like words and deeds.

From the image point of view, it really doesn't look like someone who will lend usury to people.

Xianchen didn't like to get too close to this person, so he didn't answer, but said: "I brought the money, let's hand over the money and the man."

Master Jiu asked, "Is this the only box?"

Xianchen frowned and looked at him questioningly.

The corners of Master Jiu's lips curved into a smile that was not a smile, he didn't speak, and turned sideways, motioning for him to go in first.

The decoration of the living room was very ordinary and simple, Master Jiu walked in with Xianchen, passed the screen, and saw a middle-aged man lying on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

He was really in such a mess, he was beaten so badly that he didn't have a piece of good skin all over his body, lying on the ground like a dead man, he had no breath but only breath.

Even if Xianchen saw it, he couldn't help but pause.

The other men in black who were in the villa were gone, and there were only three of them in the living room.

Xianchen put the safe on the table, opened the buckle, and revealed stacks of pink banknotes inside, "All the money is brought, you count it, I will take the person away."

Master Jiu's gaze skipped over the wads of cash, and poured a cup of coffee for Xianchen. He looked very leisurely like an elegant gentleman in England in the last century: "No hurry, have a cup of coffee?"

Xianchen: "I'm in a hurry, thank you."

Seeing that Xianchen didn't intend to take the cup of coffee away, Master Jiu was not angry and pushed the coffee in front of Xianchen.

"This box of yours can only hold 100 million at most, right?" Master Jiu tapped the buckle of the safe, lowered his eyes to look at the middle-aged man lying on the ground dying, "He didn't talk to you?" Say, does he owe 500 million?"

(End of this chapter)