Hanging Myself on the Southeast Branch

Threat

"I have a Mercedes-AMG GT 63 S, fully loaded. Someone gave it to me."

Li Bai casually pulled out a car key. If he wasn't going to show off now, when would he? Sometimes being too modest only made people look down on you.

Damn, a hundred thousand euros? They really thought he was a pushover.

The factory price in Germany for this big Benz coupe was already more than a hundred thousand euros. A mere hundred thousand euros didn't even register with the Great Demon.

The police officers in the interrogation room were all completely bewildered. Even the French teacher was no different. They weren't car enthusiasts, so naturally they had no idea what all those letters in the Mercedes-Benz model name meant.

The gist was that it cost more than a hundred thousand euros—and was pretty expensive, anyway. That wasn't a bad guess!

As the chairman of a conglomerate, Demville was an excellent actor. He looked as if he'd made a difficult decision, then gritted his teeth and said, "All right, one million euros! I know housing in China is expensive, even more so than in France, but one million euros could definitely buy you a house—and a brand-new one at that."

Li Bai drawled, "Two 347-square-meter duplex apartments in the city center!"

This was practically an indiscriminate attack on both sides!

The people in the interrogation room might not be able to identify luxury cars, but they knew exactly what a 347-square-meter home meant. Everyone's face changed.

At Huxi City's housing prices, a 347-square-meter mansion would cost a fortune. And on top of that, he had two of them?!

You've got to be kidding! Doctor Li, were you robbing your patients?

Like they'd just seen a horror movie, the police officers and the French teacher all