I let you be a fugitive, not to set up a private army.

He suddenly saw an iron rod coming towards his crotch, and quickly stretched out his hand to block it.

With a bang, a splitting pain came from the palm of the hand.

The iron rod in his eyes was pulled with full force again...

"Wait..." Zhang Xianzai was finally scared. It was obvious that the other party would really ruin him if he continued like this.

The iron rod smashed down without stopping, and he felt that his hands no longer belonged to him, and a trace of sadness passed through his heart.

As a warrior, he was unwilling to bow his head and did not cry out even when his knees were broken.

But if he didn't bow his head now, even if the other party didn't beat him to death, his body would certainly be broken, and he would spend the rest of his life in a state worse than death.

He bit his blood and said, "One billion, spare me."

"Not enough." Chen Jiajun raised the iron rod again.

In order to deal with the situation just now, a precious Dragon Soul Coin was wasted. The value of the Dragon Soul Coin is far more than 1 billion.

Converted into Chinese currency, it's only 500 million, which is simply giving money to beggars.

The iron rod, filled with anger, smashed down fiercely, this time aiming at...

Zhang Xianzai's wrist was snapped, and with a look of pain on his face, he quickly said, "30 billion, I'll give you 30 billion."

Chen Jiajun was leaning on an iron rod. After repeated fights, his arms were trembling slightly and his head was slightly aching.

He was surrounded by a group of people in the elevator before and was attacked at least a hundred times. His shoulders or head might have been fractured.

If he didn't have a sense of danger, his spine would have been broken and he would have become a cripple.

The scarlet eyes looked at the person in front of him indifferently: "Add another 30 billion, or I will break your spine."

Zhang Xianzai wiped the blood flowing from his mouth. Although he was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to accept the situation.

If you don't do what the other party says, even if you can survive now, the fight will end in a life-and-death struggle in the future.

He understood the principle that people forget about him when they leave. After this crushing defeat, no one in the Martial Arts Association would take him seriously anymore.

His social status will plummet, and his peak years will come to an end at this moment.

If you lose, you have to admit it!

Looking back, I have said this to many defeated opponents, but now it is my turn.

Zhang Xianzai lowered his head in disappointment: "Okay, but I don't have that much savings. Please give me a few minutes."

He used his only remaining hand that was still able to move to pull out his cell phone and dialed, saying with difficulty: "Hello, Lao Zheng..."

The phone rang immediately: "Xianzai, is it settled so quickly? I've been waiting for your call to buy me a drink. You're going to be famous this time. I think the chairmanship of the Martial Arts Association will be in your pocket in a few years..."

"Cough." Zhang Xianzai coughed up a mouthful of blood and said weakly, "It's over. I want to borrow some money from you and mortgage my villa."

"Look at what you said. There's no need for collateral. Just tell me how much you want to borrow. By the way, why does your voice sound..."

"I lost." Zhang Xianzai sighed, "Please help me send the money to the Tongque District, Genting Apartments. I need 20 billion."

……

More than ten minutes later, several ambulances drove over and nurses were carrying the injured one by one.

In addition to the ambulance, there was also a police car parked there, and four police officers and several security guards were maintaining order.

Chen Jiajun and Zhang Xianzai sat separately while the doctor simply treated their bloodstains and external injuries.

Li Mingshuo took the surveillance video from the security room, walked up to the two of them and asked again, "Are you sure you want to settle this privately?"

"Yes."

"Ah."

The two answered one after the other.

Li Mingshuo nodded: "That's fine, but for such a serious matter, I may have to summon you for questioning after your injuries are healed."

He couldn't help but glance at the young man sitting there a few more times. He had just gone to the security room and took a quick look at the surveillance footage.

When he first arrived, he was skeptical. No matter how strong a person was, he couldn't beat twenty armed thugs.

Until I saw the footage from the elevator surveillance, this guy... was so powerful that it was unrealistic.