The middle-aged man standing by said in a low voice, "Boss, no one is paying attention to our bounty anymore."
Wu Zongcheng paused, "Why?"
"Because there's a bounty of one billion, and no one is paying attention to our hundred million bounty. Everyone is scrambling to find you now," the middle-aged man replied.
Wu Zongcheng's expression darkened, "Damn it, these bastards! A hundred million isn't enough for them!"
However, if he were to increase the price beyond one billion, Wu Zongcheng couldn't come up with that much money on the spot.
Enraged, Wu Zongcheng didn't notice that the middle-aged man standing beside him was trembling uncontrollably, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"Why are you sweating so much?" Wu Zongcheng seemed to sense something was wrong with the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man nervously explained, "Maybe, maybe it's just too hot. It's nothing, I'll just open the window for some ventilation."
"Go ahead," Wu Zongcheng waved his hand, not paying it much mind.
He then fell back into thought.
He was trying hard to figure out a solution, unable to remain trapped in this place forever.
The middle-aged man standing beside him first walked towards the window.
He opened a small gap, and then, at some point, he had taken a dagger from his waist.
At this moment, Wu Zongcheng had his back to the middle-aged man, about to sit back on the sofa.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man, with trembling hands gripping the dagger, lunged towards Wu Zongcheng.
"Old Luo, what if I find someone I know..."
Suddenly, Wu Zongcheng turned to look at the middle-aged man.
Mid-sentence, a dagger plunged sharply into his abdomen.
Wu Zongcheng was instantly stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Looking down, Wu Zongcheng saw a dagger sticking out of his lower abdomen.
"Old Luo, you!"
Wu Zongcheng stared at him in shock.
The middle-aged man also panicked. He hadn't expected Wu Zongcheng to turn around so suddenly.
It was worth noting that the middle-aged man had gone through immense internal struggle before taking this step.
Wu Zongcheng suddenly lifted his leg.
"Bang!"
A kick landed directly in the middle-aged man's abdomen.
With a clatter, the middle-aged man fell to the ground.
Wu Zongcheng looked down at his bleeding abdomen, his eyes filled with rage, "Old Luo, you were my most trusted brother! We worked together for twenty years, twenty years! And you, you actually attacked me!"
The middle-aged man, lying on the ground, suddenly let out a bitter laugh, "Heh heh heh, twenty years, Wu Zongcheng, you know we've worked together for twenty years!"
"Back then, when your business failed, it was me who sold everything, even my house, to help you get to where you are today!"
"But what about now? You, Wu Zongcheng, have become a high and mighty rich man, while I'm still just the dog at your beck and call, taking orders!"
In an instant, all the middle-aged man's negative emotions and years of resentment seemed to erupt.
Wu Zongcheng also looked at him in astonishment, "Old Luo, have I treated you badly all these years? Didn't I give you your house, your car, your money?!"
"But I need money now, I need money!" the middle-aged man roared desperately.
"I asked you for money several times, but you refused me. I was desperate. If I don't pay my son's debts soon, he'll be beaten to death!"
"That's gambling, he's not doing anything productive, he deserves to suffer!" Wu Zongcheng reprimanded.
"And your son? He causes so much trouble outside, and every time it's you who cleans up his mess! But with my son, he has to suffer? Wu Zongcheng, that's my son!" the middle-aged man shouted angrily.
Then he got up from the ground, "Wu Zongcheng, with this billion, I can live comfortably from now on and won't have to be ordered around like a dog by you!"
Having completely fallen out with Wu Zongcheng, the middle-aged man no longer feared him and charged towards Wu Zongcheng.
Wu Zongcheng kicked him again.
He sent the middle-aged man sprawling to the ground.
In his youth, Wu Zongcheng had plenty of experience fighting outside, so the middle-aged man was naturally no match for him.
However, Wu Zongcheng was injured. The middle-aged man grabbed Wu Zongcheng's legs and brought him down.
They both ended up on the ground, wrestling.
In a moment of desperation, Wu Zongcheng reached down and pulled the dagger from his abdomen.
Then he lunged at the middle-aged man.
He didn't know how many times he stabbed, but Wu Zongcheng was exhausted and finally stopped.
Looking at the middle-aged man again, he was already lifeless.
His eyes were open, filled with unwillingness and despair.
Wu Zongcheng, clutching his abdominal wound, got up from the ground.
He went to the table, opened a drawer, and found alcohol and bandages.
Gritting his teeth, Wu Zongcheng poured the alcohol onto the wound.
The intense pain almost made him pass out.
Wu Zongcheng's face was pale, clearly due to significant blood loss.
Fortunately, the wound hadn't hit his internal organs, otherwise, he would likely be in mortal danger now.
The severe pain made Wu Zongcheng realize he was still alive.
This also filled him with immense fear.
Old Luo was the person he trusted most, yet even Old Luo had betrayed him for the ten billion bounty. It was clear how many people outside wanted his life.
This finally made Wu Zongcheng understand what fear was.
Wu Zongcheng changed into clean clothes, then put on a baseball cap and a mask, and left the residential area.
He decided to go find Qin Yuyan, even if it meant kowtowing and begging, he had to make her let him go.
Of course, Chen Mo and Meng Zhuqing knew nothing of these events.
They didn't even know that someone had previously offered a hundred million bounty to kill Chen Mo.
Looking at Meng Zhuqing, who was sleeping soundly in his arms like a seductive little cat.
Chen Mo slowly picked her up and placed her on the bed in the bedroom she had previously stayed in.
He checked the time; it was already afternoon, and he should be leaving.
This place was relatively safe, and not many people knew about it. Therefore, Chen Mo planned to let Meng Zhuqing stay here for now and would notify her to leave after he dealt with the matters outside.
He glanced at his phone.
Chen Mo had turned off his phone earlier, fearing that others might track his location.
But when he went downstairs and turned it on, he found nearly a hundred missed calls.
There were calls from Mo Xiaojing and Mo Jialong, as well as Tian Mengyao and Yang Lan, and even Yamamoto Yō.
However, what surprised Chen Mo the most was that there were also missed calls from Fang Fang.
Chen Mo was a bit puzzled.
Just as Chen Mo was about to call back, Huizi walked over quickly, her high heels clicking.
At the same time, Chen Mo noticed several men with full-arm tattoos lying on the ground nearby, clearly the work of Huizi.