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Behind the rotund man, two bodyguards followed.

The man in the cheap suit stood up nervously, taking out a business card from his chest pocket.

"Mr. Wu, good day, I was referred by Eagle-Beak Old Four, he said you have ways to help me."

The rotund man took the business card, glanced at it briefly, then sat down grandly.

The two followers stood behind him.

He said languidly, "Tell me, what kind of help do you need?"

The man in the cheap suit stared intently at the rotund man, his eyes brimming with desire.

"Sir, I need seven hundred thousand."

"My daughter suffered carbon monoxide poisoning while bathing and is now in a deep coma. I need the money to save her life."

The rotund man laughed dismissively, flicking the dust off his leather shoe.

The man in the cheap suit nearly knelt down.

"Sir, Eagle-Beak Old Four said you could help me."

"I only need seven hundred thousand; seven hundred thousand could wake my daughter up. She's only sixteen, such a pity."

The rotund man chuckled coldly, his lazy eyes scrutinizing the wrinkled face of the man in the cheap suit.

"Your daughter is in a coma, she might die, turn into a vegetable."

"But, how is that my concern?"

His icy gaze held not a shred of empathy.

The man in the cheap suit shivered.

"But... Eagle-Beak Old Four said, you could help me?"

The rotund man snorted with laughter, his smile filled with mockery.

"You believe just because someone says it? How naive can you be at your age?"

He stood up, his eyes bearing down on the man in the cheap suit.

"Seven hundred thousand. Do you think it's play money?"

"Can you save up twenty thousand yuan from your annual salary after all your necessary expenses?"

"Do you know what seven hundred thousand means?"

"It's enough for me to spread the legs of at least a hundred women, to buy five slaves overseas, life or death at my command."

"Why should I spend money to save your daughter?"

The man in the cheap suit's face was filled with despair and heartache.

"Please, save my daughter. She's only sixteen, have mercy on us."

As he spoke, large tears rolled down his face, a picture of absolute despair and sadness.

The rotund man spat, then turned to leave.

"Damn, ran into a fool, wasting my time."

The desperate man in the cheap suit suddenly grabbed the rotund man's leg.

"Sir, don't leave, if you save my daughter, I'm willing to do anything. My life would be yours."

He knelt on the ground, looking up at the rotund man, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I can't be without my daughter, she is in the hospital."

"The doctor said if we don't pay the medical expenses within three days, they will transfer us out."

The rotund man stopped.

His cold expression, as if by magic, instantly turned into a friendly smile.

In an instant, the ruthless man transformed into a compassionate, gentle benefactor.

The rotund man pulled out a pristine white handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiping away the man's tears.

He wiped carefully, tenderly, almost describable as gentle.

The man in the cheap suit looked at him full of hope.

The rotund man smiled amiably at the man in the cheap suit.

"Had you said this earlier, why would I have gotten angry?"

He helped the man up, his smile growing even more charming.

"Do you know why you're so poor? It's because you don't understand the true meaning of fraternity and mutual aid."

"You only know how to ask from others, yet you don't realize that there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world."

"If you want something, you first have to ask yourself what you can offer to others."

The man in the cheap suit looked somewhat bewildered and fearful.

"Sir, I don't know what I can do for you, that would make you give me seven hundred thousand?"

The rotund man clucked in appreciation.

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"This will require a talk, exchange information, only then can we cooperate."

Having said that, he curled his finger.

"Come here, let me tell you what you need to do."

The man in the cheap suit walked stiffly to the round man's front, staring at him woodenly.

He felt the round man's devil-like, hypocritical gaze, shivering all over.

"Sir, do you need my organs? Do you need my kidneys?"

"As long as you need them, I can give them to you."

"Don't make our cooperation sound so dirty."

The round man waved his hand in disgust and sighed gently.

"Fatherly love is indeed a great love; it even moves me nearly to tears."

As he spoke, he really did wipe the corner of his eye.

Then, his eyes revealed a viper-like sinister intention.

"So, have you decided to give everything for your daughter?"

"Including your freedom, dignity, and even your life?"

The man in the cheap suit trembled, then unabashedly raised his head.

"Sir, I am ready."

The round man chuckled, clapping softly.

"Very good, I am increasingly fond of you."

"Actually, since you are in charge of chlorine gas management at Yalan Garment Factory, what I need you to do is very simple."

"You just need to create a chlorine gas leak incident. It would be even more wonderful if you could make the gas canisters explode."

The man in the cheap suit was horrified: "What, you want to cause a chlorine gas leak?"

The round man watched him unblinkingly, with an air of indifference.

"How so, surprised?"

The shocked man in the cheap suit, with a face filled with astonishment.

"Chlorine gas is toxic, and once it leaks, it spreads very quickly."

"This will poison or kill countless people; what exactly are you trying to do?"

The round man's face turned serious.

"What do the deaths of many people have to do with you?"

"As long as you and your daughter are all right, isn't that enough?"

The man in the cheap suit was still trembling all over.

"But, if you want to kill so many people, I..."

The round man let out a cold laugh, his face becoming even more chilling.

"So you mean to say, you're not willing to save your daughter, then?"

"Just let her die, forget the seven hundred thousand!"

He stood up, signaled his bodyguards with a glance, and headed towards the door.

The two bodyguards nodded.

One of the bodyguards swiftly pulled out a Dagger from his sleeve.

The man in the cheap suit thought of his daughter, heart aching like being cut by a knife.

He lunged forward again, grabbing the round man's pant leg.

"Don't go, wait for me... I need to think this over well."

The round man hummed coldly.

"If you won't do it, someone else will. I'm only pitying your daughter, that's all."

"Here's what we'll do. I'll give you ten seconds to decide, deal or no deal."

He began counting down, "Ten, nine, eight..."

This voice, as if coming from the depths of hell's bells, struck the man's soul and conscience with each toll.

Finally, with tears covering his face, he held his head and howled.

"Stop counting, I'll do it, I'll listen to anything you say."

The round man smiled.

His sinister face once again seemed warm and inviting as if bathed in a spring breeze.

"I knew you'd make the right choice."

"Now, let's discuss the specifics."

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