"What do you want? Murder is against the law!" Zhao Hui's eyes bulged out, his soul shaken.
He hadn't expected that this seemingly thin and weak assistant would dare to go this far.
Not only did he hit him, but he also threatened to cut off all ties.
Utterly lawless!
"Now you're talking about the law?" Li Chonglou revealed a slight smile, his eyes indifferent, neither happy nor sad.
Exuding a chilling ruthlessness.
No one dared to step forward and intervene.
"Bro... brother, know when to stop, let it go..." Finally, Huang Jian couldn't help but whisper his劝.
"Alright, I'll give you face and let him off," Li Chonglou's coldness vanished without a trace, and he nodded, saying, "I can't finish this meal."
"Let's reschedule."
Watching Huang Jian's inexplicably moved expression, he glanced at Zhao Hui again and warned, "If you want revenge, I'm always ready, but remember, you only get one chance."
With that, he clasped his hands behind his back and left the scene.
Zhou Yacheng sneered and spat, also leaving.
Tian Lingli quickly trotted to keep up.
As soon as Li Chonglou left, many classmates rushed to help Zhao Hui.
Huang Jian was shocked, his eyes filled with gratitude and astonishment.
Li Chonglou had gone to great lengths to deal with Zhao Hui, but then gave up because of his words, clearly giving Zhao Hui a chance to survive.
Zhao Hui had always looked down on him, a scrap collector, and was ashamed to be associated with him.
But now he owed him an immense favor, and all his classmates had witnessed it. If he continued to treat him with the same indifference as before, Zhao Hui's reputation among his classmates would be completely ruined.
It was all to his benefit and did him no harm.
But… why would Li Chonglou help him like this?
Was he not afraid of Zhao Hui's revenge, or was it…
He simply didn't take Zhao Hui and his father seriously?
Who exactly are you?
For a moment, Huang Jian's eyes were full of confusion, his curiosity soaring.
"You little bastard, if I don't avenge this, I'll swear I'm not human!" Zhao Hui's leg was broken, and he couldn't stand. Lying on the nearby sofa, his eyes were crimson, filled with immense hatred.
Since childhood, he had never suffered such a great loss.
To have his leg broken by an outsider on his own turf.
If Li Chonglou didn't die, he would never be able to hold his head high again.
None of the other classmates dared to speak.
But they all knew that Shu Yu County was about to change.
...
On the eighth floor of Jinwang, in the presidential suite booked by Zhao Hui.
Li Chonglou and Zhou Yacheng each had a suite, and Tian Lingli, of course, stayed with Zhou Yacheng.
"Little Uncle-Master... are we really going to wait here for his revenge?" Zhou Yacheng, his initial excitement fading, couldn't help but feel worried.
People always judge others by their own standards.
If he had suffered such a great loss, he would have sought to kill without mercy.
This Zhao Hui was no good either, and would never swallow this insult, especially since his leg was broken and his face was completely lost.
The hatred in his heart could be imagined.
"Call me brother." Li Chonglou drank the local green tea provided by the hotel, his face full of leisure.
"I..."
"Chonglou, Zhou Yacheng is right. Zhao Hui's father has a lot of influence in Shu Yu County, he covers the sky with one hand," Tian Lingli said, her heart uneasy, not knowing what Li Chonglou was planning. She also advised, "We can leave first and wait for things to cool down."
"There are treasures everywhere in the country, why bother picking them up here?"
She was a local, and the more she understood, the more afraid she became.
It was just that the legal system was well-established now. If it were thirty years ago, with Zhao Hui's family's influence, making someone disappear would have been as easy as flipping a hand.
The methods and strength Li Chonglou had displayed today had shocked her to the extreme.
But that was useless, how could individual strength compare to influence?
The bravery of a reckless man was long outdated in this era.
Waiting any longer would be foolish.
"With me here, what are you afraid of? Get some good rest, and tomorrow morning we'll go see Huang Jian." Li Chonglou was unmoved.
He finished his tea in one gulp and praised, "Good tea."
Then he returned to his room.
Leaving Zhou Yacheng and Tian Lingli looking at each other, sighing repeatedly.
They had no choice but to lock the door and then prop it up with a stool.
Only then did they dare to wash up and go to bed.
After returning to his room, Li Chonglou picked up a picture album introducing the history and culture of Shu Yu County from the table and began to read, without any trace of panic.
The Jinwang Grand Hotel, after all, was a five-star establishment.
If Zhao Hui brought people here to retaliate, they would lose all their business in the future.
Of course, this was not his reliance.
His true confidence was Zhou Jiao. On the way back to his room, he had already asked Zhou Jiao to start investigating Zhao Hui's father.
Officials like this county magistrate were local emperors. While there were indeed incorruptible ones, Zhao Hui's father was likely a corrupt official.
He wouldn't stand up to scrutiny.
As for breaking Zhao Hui's leg and having the police arrest him, that was even easier to think about.
Firstly, if Zhao Hui resorted to the legal system, it would be difficult for him to seek revenge.
Secondly, his identity as a "Xiong Ying" (Eagle) was not just for show.
So, what was there to worry about? Relax, eat, drink, play, and find treasures.
As he expected, there was no incident that night, and the police did not come to arrest him. It was estimated that Zhao Hui did not want to escalate the matter to the judicial level and intended to resolve it himself.
Stretching lazily, Li Chonglou opened his phone to check.
Zhou Jiao had sent him some information about Zhao Hui's family. As expected, the corrupt official who had been mayor for four years had embezzled nearly 500 million yuan.
If this were exposed, a life sentence would be easily handed down.
However, this matter was not within his jurisdiction, and he had neither the mood nor the time for it.
Just as he called Zhou Yacheng and Tian Lingli to have Shu Yu's local rice dumplings, he received a call from Huang Jian.
"Brother, are you alright last night?" Huang Jian asked with concern.
"I'm fine. I'll come by your place today, are you welcome?" Li Chonglou downed his rice dumpling and said with a smile.
"Of course, I'd be delighted. I'll come pick you up now." Huang Jian was very enthusiastic.
He was someone who had struggled at the bottom of society. Although he had built a business by collecting scrap metal, his mindset was not that of a nouveau riche.
It was just that the habit of the poor valuing face had not been completely eradicated.
Li Chonglou had given him immense face last night, making Zhao Hui indebted to him.
He was extremely grateful.
As for whether Li Chonglou's potential retaliation from Zhao Hui would implicate him, he no longer cared.
In less than half an hour, Huang Jian arrived in his car and took the three of them back to his scrap metal factory.
In the factory, many workers were busy sorting, and electric tricycles were bringing in goods for sale.
"Come, come, this place is messy and dirty. Let's talk inside." Huang Jian warmly invited them into an office that had already been cleaned.
He took out the Lu An Gua Pian he had treasured for many years to entertain them.
"Hmm, this tea is even more refreshing and sweet than the Shu Yu Xiao Lan Hua I drank last night, good tea!" Li Chonglou praised it as soon as he tasted it.
"I'm glad you like it. I've prepared two catties for each of you. Take them back to try, and I'll mail you more when you're done," Huang Jian was a man of his word, very thoughtful.
However, to Li Chonglou, a native of Qin Zhou, this thoughtfulness seemed a bit too grand.
But he had heard from Tian Lingli before that people in Shu Yu were all like this.
They valued face, were hospitable, and were particularly meticulous about rules and etiquette.
Especially the three refusals and three acceptances when giving gifts, which outsiders might see as hypocritical.
But this was a unique local custom.
"Alright, then I won't be polite," Li Chonglou was not accustomed to this way of doing things and went straight to the point, "Can you let me see your collection?"