Chapter 61: I Really Am Not Liang Hu!

At this moment, Xu Zhikun loathed Xu Ye to the core.
After all, if it hadn't been for going to settle scores with Xu Ye today, how could he have been intercepted by Master Hu? And none of this subsequent chaos would have happened.
Therefore, Xu Ye—he had to kill that idiot!

However, no sooner had he hailed a cab and traveled just a short distance than several vehicles intercepted them, with a leading Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon cutting directly in front of the taxi.

As all the cars came to a halt, a bald-headed man with dragons and phoenixes tattooed all over his body stepped out, followed by over thirty thugs.

Seeing this scene, Xu Zhikun was so terrified he nearly pissed his pants. What kind of situation was this now?

He was dragged out roughly by a few thugs and said, shivering, "B-Big Brother, is there something you need?"

"Slap! Slap—"

Without a word, the bald man lashed out, landing two heavy slaps across his face, and then kicked him sprawling to the ground.

"You're Jiangzhou's Master Hu? I heard you were pretty badass, so why are you being such a coward now?"

Stunned by the beating, Xu Zhikun said pitifully, "B-Big Brother, did you mistake me for someone else? I-I'm not Master Hu."

The bald man delivered two more slaps. "Still denying it? Let me ask you, is the car in this photo yours?"

Glancing at the photo handed over by a thug, Xu Zhikun stammered, "I-It is mine..."

The bald man struck him twice more. "It's yours and you're still denying it? Who in the Jiangzhou underworld doesn't know that this car belongs to Liang Hu!"

"No, Big Brother, there's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!"

Xu Zhikun felt like crying his heart out. What kind of hellish nightmare was this? "My car just happens to be the exact same model as Liang Hu's, but I'm really not Liang Hu! Just a moment ago, I even..."

"Even what?!"

The bald man glared fiercely. "My men investigated thoroughly. There is only one Ferrari 12Cilindri in the entire Jiangzhou, and the license plate matches completely."

"You took off the license plate the moment you caught wind of something, and then deliberately let the traffic police impound it. Did you really think I wouldn't know?"

Xu Zhikun cried out, "Big Brother, it's not like that! Liang Hu was the one who forced me to take off the license plate! Right, I have my ID card right here, it can prove I'm really not Liang Hu!"

Zeng Yurong had already fled, escaping alongside the taxi driver. She considered Xu Zhikun to be a walking disaster; if she continued to stick with this guy, she feared she'd lose her life.

"Fine then, take it out and let me see!"

"I'll get it, I'll get it right now!"

Released by the two thugs, Xu Zhikun hurriedly pulled out his ID card, driver's license, and other documents. But the moment he opened them, he was dumbstruck on the spot.

Because the photograph was indeed his—that much was true—but the name was...

How was it Liang Hu?!

"Well, well, Liang Hu. What do you have to say for yourself now?"

The bald man shouted, "Punk, you dare look me in the eye and talk nonsense? Do you take me for an illiterate?"

"Playing tricks on me in front of all my brothers, do you have any idea what the consequences are?"

Xu Zhikun felt like he was losing his mind. He jumped up and down in frantic anxiety. "I'm not! Big Brother, you've really got it wrong, I'm genuinely not Liang Hu! I have no idea how this happened!"

The bald man, however, knew the truth all too well, because the identification documents in Xu Zhikun's possession were precisely the ones his subordinates had just "helped" swap out.

With a cold, ferocious grin, he gave a wave of his hand. "You really don't shed tears until you see your coffin."

"Do it. Find somewhere to bury him. From this day forward, I, Third Master Huang, will be the sole underground overlord in all of Jiangzhou!"

A few thugs immediately stepped forward, grabbed him by the arms, and dragged him viciously toward a car.

Terrified beyond control, Xu Zhikun literally pissed his pants, letting out a heart-wrenching shriek, "Spare my life, Big Brother! I'm really not Liang Hu, I swear I'm not..."

"Still playing dumb when your ID and registration papers prove it? Are you treating me like a complete moron?"

The bald man rained a barrage of heavy slaps down on him.

"Ow, what are you guys doing~"

"I'm really not Liang Hu! Killing me won't do you any good at all!"

"I'm begging you, please let me go!"

"How about I buy my life with money? Can I pay to keep myself alive?"

A cold smirk appeared at the corner of the bald man's mouth. "Buy your life with money? Well, that's not entirely out of the question. How much can you offer?"

Realizing there might be a glimmer of hope, Xu Zhikun hurriedly offered, "One hundred thousand! I'll give you one hundred thousand, okay?"

"One hundred thousand? I charge one hundred thousand just to chop off a guy's finger! Is Liang Hu's life only worth that pittance?"

The bald man laughed out of sheer anger. "Stuff a rag in his mouth and bury him already!"

"Wait! I'll pay fifty... a hundred... five million, five million should be enough, right?"

Gazing at him coldly, the bald man said, "A piece of trash like you isn't even worth dirtying my hands. But since you're the famous Master Hu, five million is too little. At least ten million!"

Hearing this, Xu Zhikun blurted out in dismay, "Ten million? That... isn't that a bit too much?"

"Too much? Then save it and spend it in your coffin."

As he spoke, a thug picked up a roll of packing tape and moved directly toward his mouth.

"Stop, stop! I'll pay! Ten million is ten million!"

"If you'd been sensible from the start, we wouldn't have wasted my time."

The bald man held out his hand and said, "Alright, fork over the money."

Xu Zhikun stammered, "I don't have that much cash on me right now. Could you come with me to a place so I can ask my brother-in-law to help pay?"

"Ask your brother-in-law to pay?" A cold sneer curled the corner of the bald man's lips once more. "Sounds like you've set a trap waiting for me to walk right into."

"Let me tell you, you aren't making any phone calls right now. If you, Liang Hu, can't even cough up this little bit of cash, you might as well go report to the King of Hell—there's no point in you staying alive."

With that, the nearby thug raised the roll of tape again.

"But I really don't have that much cash! What if I write an IOU? Can I write an IOU?"

"An IOU, huh..."

The bald man pondered for a long moment before finally giving a reluctant nod. "Fine, then I'll give you one week. Remember, not a single penny less when the time comes!"

"Yes, yes! Absolutely, it won't be a penny short..."

With a bitter expression, Xu Zhikun had no other choice. He obediently took the promissory note handed over by the other man and pressed his thumbprint onto it.

"Remember, if you can't cough up the money by then, I won't just chop you up—I'll hack your entire family to pieces!"

Giving Xu Zhikun's face a few pats, the bald man kicked him out of the vehicle and quickly vanished from sight with his gang of thugs.

"Oh, sweet mother of mine!"

Clutching his soaked crotch, Xu Zhikun collapsed onto the ground and let out a long sigh of relief.

Regardless of anything else, at least he had managed to keep his life for now.

But damn it all—since when had he ever suffered such a massive humiliation in his entire life?

First, he got beaten up by the real Liang Hu, and then he inexplicably lost over five million.

After that, the traffic police pulled him over, slapped him with a 12-point deduction, and impounded his car.

Now his girlfriend had run off in terror, he'd been thrashed by a mob, and he was shouldering a ten-million debt.

That totaled fifteen million!

No way, he absolutely could not let this matter rest. Call the police—yes, he had to call the police!