Chapter 361 - 247: The Spirit of Lion Mountain

Chapter 361: Chapter 247: The Spirit of Lion Mountain

"So, are you lending me the money or not?"

Lin Chu twirled the airsoft pistol around his finger. The car was still moving at a good clip, and though his heartbeat was gradually slowing, a feeling completely different from before welled up inside him.

He had naturally been panicked when the gun was pointed at him. After all, death is the great equalizer. But facing it at such close range was like having a Category 12 typhoon sweep through his mind. Certain shackles, places where he’d felt stuck, had been unceremoniously hacked apart and destroyed.

’What does it mean to be worth ten billion?’

’It means people will point "guns" at you from time to time.’

’Because you have too much.’

Huh?

Zhuang Yingcheng’s smile froze when he heard Lin Chu speak. He had anticipated several possible reactions, with anger and fury being the most likely, but he never imagined Lin Chu would come out with a line like that.

’Clearly, he hadn’t been scared witless.’

"Hahaha, no way! Wow, bro, you can really take a joke, huh? My bad, you okay?"

Zhuang Yingcheng’s prominent Adam’s apple bobbed as he spoke, his smile growing even brighter.

"I’m fine, of course I’m fine. I can take a little joke."

"Didn’t you say your family was in some kind of trouble?"

"Huh?"

The smile on Lin Chu’s face was warm, as if he were genuinely concerned for him.

This reaction, however, gave Zhuang Yingcheng a strange, unsettling feeling.

Without responding, he took out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Lin Chu.

His mind raced. ’What is Lin Chu planning?’

The Zhuang Family’s situation really wasn’t good right now. ’Does he want to muscle in?’

Lin Chu lit his cigarette and lowered the car window.

At Zhuang Yingcheng’s command, the privacy partition lowered, as if nothing had just happened.

Gao Haitao glanced back. Seeing that both bosses were smiling and smoking, he turned back around, thinking nothing of it.

Lin Chu slowly exhaled a puff of smoke into the brightly lit night.

"Pull over. I need to take a leak."

The driver up front tapped the brakes slightly and said softly, "Sir, we’re almost there. Could you hold on for just a bit?"

Lin Chu did not respond.

Their destination was a private club, booked by Zhu Yixian.

The car drove into the underground parking garage.

Lin Chu pulled open the car door and got out.

Zhuang Yingcheng got out from the other side with a faint smile. He had just run through the situation in his mind; no matter what, he was still in control.

But in the next second, he saw Lin Chu striding toward him.

"Old Gao!"

"Get him!"

Lin Chu yelled. Without a moment’s hesitation, Gao Haitao rushed forward and kicked Zhuang Yingcheng squarely in the back. He immediately pounced, wrenching the man’s arms behind him.

’A pro is a pro.’

The move was textbook-perfect and swift. Zhuang Yingcheng’s driver hadn’t even had time to get out of the car yet.

Sprawled on the ground with his hands pinned behind him, Zhuang Yingcheng stared at Lin Chu in utter disbelief.

’A fight?’

’He’s starting a fight? Right now?’

Even though he had considered many of Lin Chu’s possible reactions, a scene straight out of a street brawl was the one thing he’d never imagined.

Lin Chu slowly squatted down.

"Still need that loan?"

"You really mean it."

"You said it."

"This kick is worth a hundred million. Interest-free."

The smile on Lin Chu’s lips was now almost dazzling.

’Part of the shackle he’d just broken was this: When he first got rich, he had cultivated a certain thuggish air. But as his wealth grew from tens of millions to hundreds of millions, then to over a billion, and now to nearly ten billion, that had gradually given way to a pursuit of respectability and so-called high society. The more he obtained, the more he feared losing it. He wanted to hold on even tighter, to acquire even more. It was the inherent weakness of the petty bourgeoisie.’

’But facing the barrel of that gun, Lin Chu had completely shed that weakness.’

’He was just a pleb from the start. What was he doing trying to act all high and mighty?’

’Fuck him!’

’Son of a bitch!’

Zhuang Yingcheng tasted blood. His lip was split. That kick had come out of nowhere, sending him straight to the pavement. He tilted his head back slightly, staring intently at Lin Chu, a complex light in his eyes.

’He didn’t think Lin Chu would actually dare to do anything to him.’

’This was just him venting, nothing more.’

"Let me go."

he said, hissing through his teeth.

Lin Chu jerked his chin at Gao Haitao. Gao Haitao immediately let go, then grabbed the back of Zhuang Yingcheng’s suit and hauled him to his feet.

Nearby, Zhuang Yingcheng’s driver hurried over. Seeing the scene, he rushed to support his boss. "I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t paying attention."

Lin Chu didn’t try to stop them.

He lit a cigarette and watched nonchalantly.

Zhuang Yingcheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Ignoring his driver, he stared back at Lin Chu, like two wild beasts meeting in the wilderness, each sizing the other up.

’He understood Lin Chu’s message.’

’He was unhappy about what happened in the car. This kick made them even.’

’Now... however Lin Chu wanted to play this, he was ready.’

"You’ve got some nerve. This is Xiangjiang," Zhuang Yingcheng said, taking a deep breath.

Lin Chu gave a slight smile. "Of course, this is Xiangjiang. If we were in Peng City, I would’ve called the cops. Told them someone was playing with a gun, pointed it at my head, and tried to borrow money from me."

Zhuang Yingcheng was silent for a few seconds. "Are we still getting that drink or not?"

Lin Chu replied, "Of course. We’re already here. Besides, you’re injured. A little alcohol will help disinfect the wound."

Zhuang Yingcheng’s gaze shifted. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Meet me at the Galaxy Private Club. And bring a few people."

This action...

Lin Chu’s pupils constricted, but he said nothing, just watched him quietly.