925. To Sell for Money
By then, the people who really mattered had already left ahead of time.
By the time everyone realized what was going on, they were already too late. They wanted to find someone who could put in a good word with Li Bai, but there wasn't a single person.
As the situation grew more serious, those who were eager to get out of it had no choice but to come find him in person. Whether they had a guilty conscience was something only God knew.
"No!"
Li Bai paid no attention to those seniors and remained resolute.
As if!
If he got dragged into this and ended up in prison, would ten million be enough to make up for it? What about twenty million, or even fifty million?
He could practically see Old Dad's belt swinging through the air. It was undoubtedly made from a single piece of genuine old oxhide.
"Why?"
The man in the charcoal-gray suit hadn't expected Li Bai to be so difficult to persuade, unwilling to show even the slightest respect for the senior martial artists.
If he acted like this, how was he supposed to get along in the martial world?
"I'm not part of the martial world. We're not even in the same circles, so why make things difficult for me?"
Li Bai crossed one leg over the other and rested both hands on his knee. His posture made his meaning perfectly clear.
He was saying one thing and one thing only: Don't try to use this so-called camaraderie among martial artists on me. We're not close!
He paid no heed to their numbers or their attempts to pressure him into agreeing, either.
"Huh?"
The man in the charcoal-gray suit froze, then turned to the others in surprise.
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