Chapter 640: Chapter 640

After taking the checkbook, Murong Baiyun picked up a pen, and swiftly wrote out a check for ten billion, tearing it off with a cool demeanor.

"This is twenty billion RMB, my way of apologizing to a friend!" Murong Baiyun said with a smile.

As he spoke, he handed over two ten-billion checks. Get full chapters from 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕·𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎·𝚗𝚎𝚝

"Are you trying to insult me?" Zhang Xiaohao asked coldly.

With a stomping step, a robust murderous aura burst forth from within him, crazily suppressing everything towards him.

Murong Baiyun retreated three steps in succession before he finally stopped.

This was after Zhang Xiaohao quickly reined in his aura; otherwise, with Murong Baiyun’s meager cultivation, under Zhang Xiaohao’s domineering suppression, he would have followed in the footsteps of the white-haired elder from before, kneeling on the ground and singing "Conquest."

"Haha, my hand shook just now, and I accidentally left out a zero," Murong Baiyun chuckled dryly.

Inside, he was raging with fury, the violent intent to kill making him wish he could slaughter Zhang Xiaohao.

But one must bow their head under another’s roof.

Especially facing Zhang Xiaohao, that instant’s sensation was as if he were being stared at by a beast from ancient times; had Zhang Xiaohao continued, the consequences would have been unpredictable.

"Hmph! What are you standing there for? Write it now!" Zhang Xiaohao barked.

"Right." Murong Baiyun smiled.

Picking up the pen again, he started writing in the checkbook, gritting his teeth; this time he directly wrote a check for one hundred billion.

Along with the previous two ten-billion checks, he passed over the three checks.

"It’s a modest token, not worthy of respect, due to Baiyun’s impudence just now, I ask you to please accept it," Murong Baiyun said apologetically.

"You call this modest token something you dare to present? Or are you saying that in your eyes, I’m only worth this much?" Zhang Xiaohao said with amusement.

"Huff!" Murong Baiyun took a deep breath, attempting to vent the raging fury inside him in this manner.

Grinding his teeth tightly, he began to write on the checkbook once more.

He tore off the newly written one hundred billion RMB check and, together with the previous three checks, handed them over.

"A heartfelt gift, Baiyun offers this as a sign of apology for the disrespect just now," Murong Baiyun stated.

"Hmm, seeing as you’re being so considerate, then I won’t be polite," Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

He casually took the four checks and tucked them into his pocket.

"Heh, that’s to be expected," Murong Baiyun chuckled dryly.

"This matter now settled, let’s move on to another account!" Zhang Xiaohao said, arms crossed.

"Ah! There’s more?" Murong Baiyun exclaimed.

"What, you seem to be having a tough time with it, huh!" Zhang Xiaohao said teasingly.

"Huff!" Murong Baiyun let out a heavy breath.

"Not at all! Not the slightest bit tough! Please speak, my friend," Murong Baiyun chuckled dryly.

"That bitch on the ground lured my two women here and made them lose two hundred million dollars on purpose! Tell me, how do you plan to resolve this? With a battle of words or a battle of fists?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.

"Heh heh, let’s resolve this with a battle of wits!" Murong Baiyun scoffed with a dry laugh.

A cold look in his eyes turned toward Wu Limei.

The hidden fury in the corner of his eyes seemed as if it could burn a large hole through her ancestors of eight generations.

"Ah! Young Master Baiyun, the two of them clearly only lost twenty million, and moreover, this matter, I was just following..."

"Hmph! Dare to argue after making a mistake, deserve to die!" Not waiting for her to finish her sentence, Murong Baiyun dashed over lightning-fast, his right foot fiercely stomping on her head, killing her on the spot. With her death, the remaining words naturally broke off.

"My apologies for making you see that, friend. Two hundred million dollars, right? I’ll compensate you right now!" Murong Baiyun said with a smile.

Picking up a pen, he once again wrote out a check for two hundred million, the difference being that the unit behind it changed from RMB to US Dollar.

"Well, seeing as how sensible you are, I won’t make things difficult for you," said Zhang Xiaohao indifferently.

And again, he pocketed the check for two hundred million dollars.

A thought struck him; it seemed the matter of Zhao Ling’er and Zhou Yating losing money wasn’t as simple as it appeared on the surface.

"By the way, friend, may I ask what was the reason for the conflict with the security outside?" Murong Baiyun inquired.

"Want to know? A one-time fee of two hundred million dollars!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a laugh.

"Huff!" Murong Baiyun took another deep breath.

He told himself silently, I’ll endure! Keep enduring!

Picking up a pen, he again wrote out a check for two hundred million dollars.

"Good, I like someone as decisive as you! Doing things without dragging mud and water, that’s the way to be refreshing!" praised Zhang Xiaohao.

"Just now when I arrived, I was stopped by your men. They were too arrogant! Alas, I’m just not someone who likes to talk; if something can be solved with fists, I never use my mouth," Zhang Xiaohao said with a shrug.

"Thank you for enlightening me, friend," Murong Baiyun managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Any more questions? Two hundred million dollars a question. The price is fair, honest to both old and young! You get what you pay for, guaranteed satisfaction," Zhang Xiaohao said beamingly.

"Really no more? If not, we can change the approach! For example, say there’s someone old and undying in the family you can’t stand, or perhaps you want to be the Family Head, but alas, there’s too much resistance ahead, with some old undying blocking your way. Well, with just a tiny bit of money, I can take care of anything for you! Of course, the price for murder is naturally different from the price of gathering information," Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.

"Hehe, my friend jests. Within the Murong Family, our brethren live in harmony, respecting the old and loving the young; such an event would absolutely never occur," Murong Baiyun replied with a forced chuckle.

Yet he made a mental note of the matter.

"Really nothing else? If there’s nothing else, then I must be going!" Zhang Xiaohao stated.

"Please wait, friend!" Seeing Zhang Xiaohao eager to leave, Murong Baiyun said.

"Something else?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.

"Since you’ve come, you presumably haven’t experienced the splendor of Yinuo Qianjin. How about I show you around?" Murong Baiyun offered with a smile.

"Are you sure?" Zhang Xiaohao teased.

"Yes! I, Baiyun, can’t guarantee anything else, but when it comes to fun! Anything you can think of, we have it all here at Yinuo Qianjin!" Murong Baiyun declared, pounding his chest in assurance.

"Good! Since that’s the case, then I’ll let you show me around," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Please follow me, friend! You guys, clean this up!" Murong Baiyun commanded with a domineering wave of his hand.

He resumed the posture of the condescending and tyrannical young master.

Leading Zhang Xiaohao and the trio, they headed toward the back.