Chapter 317 Rules (2/2)
And they would lose the case for sure once they got sued by the storage company. They would most probably find themselves in jail. Even if they did not get a jail sentence, the amount of bail for so many men would be a huge sum of money, definitely much more than 10,000, or even 20,000, dollars.
The brawny man made a phone call. A Ford Mustang soon arrived and someone delivered a stack of bills.
Li Du threw the stack over to Hans, who tested the weight and nodded. ”No problem.”
After listening to this, Li Du gave the leader a shove and said, ”Goodbye, pal. Hopefully when we meet again in future, there won’t be so many misunderstandings.”
The brawny man did not say another word to Li Du. He waved awkwardly to his men and instructed, ”Let’s go!”
Someone got irked at the sight of Hans standing at the door of the van and said angrily, ”What are you doing? Still want to fight?”
”No, I just wanted to find out how many of you can squeeze into this small van,” exclaimed Hans. ”Come on, let me see. It's an absolute miracle.”
The group of thugs had suffered humiliation and were disgraced. They quickly got in their van and sped off.
Hans handed the money back to Li and wondered, ”Who do you think sent them to deal with us? Carl, Rambis? The Ricks? Or other treasure hunters who resent us?”
”Who knows? But I’m thinking that there should be more incidents like this one.” Li Du waved the stack of cash, beaming in satisfaction.
He divided the 10,000 dollars into four stacks and handed Big Quinn and Godzilla 1,000 dollars each. He and Hans each took 4,000 dollars.
Big Quinn asked uncertainly, ”This?”
Li Du replied, ”I’ve hired you to be a mover. And if you work beyond your job scope, I’ll give you extra money.”
Godzilla chimed in, ”Every time.”
Big Quinn touched his face and said, ”Seems like I’ve found a use for this.”
Hans was delighted. He kissed the bills and said, ”We earn 4,000 dollars just like that? Life is so wonderful.”
Li Du laughed, ”Your 4,000 dollars is not your net income. Remember to get the truck repaired. The repair fees are coming from your 4,000 dollars.”
Hans yelled, ”D*mn, I’ve been fooled!”
In the speeding Multivan, the brawny leader moaned, ”D*mn, we’ve been fooled!”
”What should we do?”
”Go back to that d*mn pig and that mustached man! F*ck! He said there were only three people, and only one man could fight!” said the brawny man, gritting his teeth. ”He lied to us! They are so ignorant, we need to teach them the rules!”
”What about the 10,000 dollars?” someone asked.
The brawny man smiled cruelly. ”Let that fat pig and the mustached guy cough out 20,000 dollars to us!”
In a Russian-style shady bar, Carl and Rambis were waiting for the hired thugs to bring back the good news.
The Multivan finally appeared at the entrance; the brawny man and his men alighted.
Seeing this, Rambis happily went up to welcome the group. ”Hey, everyone, you’re done? Are the pictures and videos taken?”
When Rambis got close enough, the brawny man gave a kick to his beer belly, knocking him to the ground.
When Carl saw that, he immediately knew something was amiss; he got up and made to escape via the back door of the bar.
Inside the bar, a fat Eastern European man stretched his arm and grabbed Carl on the back of his neck like a chicken, and said in a stern voice, ”Sit down!”
Rambis’s hands held his stomach, and he screamed in pain, ”What happened? What's going on? You broke our deal!”
The brawny man got angrier upon hearing the word ”deal” and shoved Rambis down onto a table. ”Zachary,” he bellowed, ”show them how we really break deals.”
A grim-looking, muscular young man walked up and delivered a punch to Rambis, hitting hard him under the ribs at the location of the liver.
Rambis gaped at that instant, as if he were a pig waiting for the slaughter. But he was unable to make any sound—he could only gasp for breath.