Dragon Blood Divine Son-in-law
Chapter 348 Have Your Sister Bring the Money Over

Chapter 348: Chapter 348 Have Your Sister Bring the Money Over

Ding Liang was completely flabbergasted.

Fifteen million?

Where the hell could he get that much money?

"I get it now, you... you motherfucker deliberately set me up!" Ding Liang realized belatedly.

But as soon as these words left his mouth, Wong Kui ruthlessly slapped him across the face.

"Motherfucker, don’t talk nonsense. What trap did I set for you?"

"Wasn’t it you who challenged me on your own?"

"Didn’t you sign the agreement all by yourself?"

"From beginning to end, did I force you at all?"

"I..." Ding Liang was so rebutted he couldn’t utter another word.

He knew that nothing he said now would make a difference; the only one to blame was his own foolishness.

But when it came to paying up, there was absolutely no way he could afford it.

Eventually, Ding Liang had no choice but to say through gritted teeth, "I... I didn’t look at the content of the agreement closely. And this kind of gambling agreement doesn’t have any legal effect; it’s completely useless..."

Slap!

Before Ding Liang could finish his sentence, Wong Kui slapped him across the face again. "Shit, you’re saying it’s useless just because you say so? Are you motherfucking here to lecture me on the law?"

At this moment, a muscular, tattoo-covered strongman came over with a dozen or so underlings.

This man was named Ma Bo, the person in charge of the Jiulong Mountain underground racing events.

Ma Bo had also heard Ding Liang’s words.

The agreement was drafted by Ma Bo and his team precisely to maintain order at the racing events. Now Ding Liang dared to question its effectiveness, which was essentially a slap in the face to Ma Bo.

Without saying another word when he arrived, Ma Bo proceeded to punch and kick Ding Liang mercilessly.

"Motherfucker, you say my agreement isn’t worth shit, huh! I’ll show you what’s worthless! I’ll show you!"

As Ma Bo cursed, his fists and feet rained down on Ding Liang.

Ma Bo’s punches were powerful and heavy; in a short while, he had beaten Ding Liang to a pulp, and the latter begged for mercy repeatedly.

"Brother, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please stop hitting me!"

Ma Bo kicked him several more times ferociously, then finally stopped.

Pointing at Ding Liang, Ma Bo yelled, "Let me tell you, as long as I’m here, this agreement is legally binding, got it?"

Ding Liang, curled up on the ground, nodded repeatedly, "I understand..."

Seeing Ding Liang’s pathetic state, Wong Kui’s face was filled with triumph.

"Since you understand, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and pay the money!"

Ding Liang hemmed and hawed, "I... I don’t have that much money on me right now; can I go back and pay you afterwards..."

Wong Kui cursed, "Shit, is it that you didn’t bring that much money, or do you outright not have it?"

The rich second-generation kids snickered, "Damn, are there still people these days who can’t come up with more than ten million?"

"You don’t even have that kind of money and yet you dare to mingle in our circles? That’s just hilarious!"

Even Chang Lu couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head, thinking a guy who couldn’t even take out more than ten million from home had the audacity to hit on her was an absolute joke!

Listening to the surrounding people’s mockery, Ding Liang felt utterly humiliated and wished he could vanish into a crack in the ground.

But even if there were such a crack, it was doubtful that Wong Kui would give him a chance to slip into it.

"Alright, cut the crap and pay up! If you don’t hand over the money soon, Brother Ma’s gonna lose his patience!" Wong Kui urged with a laugh.

Ding Liang was filled with despair, knowing that even if he sold himself, he couldn’t come up with such a sum of money.

Then, Ding Liang turned to Fang Zhe beside him, "Fang Zhe, maybe you can cover for me first, I’ll pay you back later..."

But before he could finish his sentence, Fang Zhe unleashed a tirade of curses, "Pay back my ass, am I that close to you? Right now, you can’t even take out ten thousand, let alone ten million yuan!"

"Expecting me to cover for you? Do you take me for a fool!"

Ding Liang was stunned; he hadn’t expected Fang Zhe, who had been calling him brother over drinks, to turn on him like this.

Wong Kui mocked again, "Damn, with your poor-ass, you even dare to come and play at Jiulong Mountain? Is this a place for losers like you?"

Now being completely hopeless, Ding Liang had no concern for his dignity anymore and knelt down before Wong Kui, "Brother Kui, I was wrong. I was blind to race you before. Please forgive the debt; after all, more than ten million yuan is no big deal to you."

"Rest assured, I will be at your beck and call in the future to repay your great kindness! Please, I’m begging you!"

Wong Kui smirked coldly, "Ten million really isn’t a lot to me, but why the hell should I give it to you?"

"Let me tell you, today, whether you have to sell everything you own or bring ruin to your family, you’ve got to cough up the money, or else, just wait and see what happens!"

Ding Liang couldn’t give up just yet; clutching at Wong Kui’s legs, he attempted to beg again but was kicked away by Wong Kui.

"Brother Ma, this is your place. Someone lost a bet and wants to default. You handle it!" Wong Kui, impatient to waste more words on Ding Liang, tossed the mess to Ma Bo.

A fierce look came over Ma Bo’s face as he eyed Ding Liang, "I’m giving you one last chance, pay now, or I’ll have you thrown off this mountain!"

Scared out of his wits and white as a ghost, Ding Liang kept kowtowing, "Brother Ma, I... I really have no money..."

Ma Bo, not in the mood for more talk, waved his hand dismissively, and several thugs stepped forward to carry Ding Liang away, ready to toss him down the mountain.

Crying out in terror, a thought suddenly struck Ding Liang, and he blurted out, "My sister has money! My sister is the chairwoman of a listed company, she can pay for me!"

At that, Ma Bo signaled his men to stop.

"Shit, why didn’t you say so sooner! Hurry up, call your sister and get her to bring the money over!"

Meanwhile, over in the old Hutong.

It was already midnight, and Chen Xuan and Han Jingting had long since fallen asleep in their room.

Just then, Han Jingting’s phone suddenly rang.

Too tired from company affairs over the past few days, Han Jingting picked up the call in a half-asleep state.

"Hello..."

Immediately, Ding Lijuan’s scolding came from the other end, "Hello? The family’s about to have a crisis, and you’re still asleep. How can you be so heartless!"

Ding Liang was clever; he knew that directly calling Han Jingting for money would be fruitless, so he called Ding Lijuan first, knowing it would be much easier to get the money through her.

"A crisis?!" The mention of three such alarming words jolted Han Jingting wide awake.

"Mom, what happened? Who’s in trouble?"

Ding Lijuan couldn’t be bothered to explain, "Stop wasting time, and get to Jiulong Mountain now! Oh, and don’t forget to bring your bank card!"

Without giving Han Jingting a chance to ask more, Ding Lijuan hung up the phone.