My Pretty Campus Queen-Chapter 690 - 689: Zhao Lei Takes Action

Lao Guoqiang and Hao Ren found it not so easy to leave. Chen Tianlong wasn’t about to let them off so easily. Even though Hao Ren was a bit stronger than him, he hadn’t shown any signs of defeat earlier—it might have been a stalemate.

Now that the situation had reversed, how could he let them go so easily?

Chen Tianlong swiftly moved beside Lao Guoqiang and kicked him in the knee joint, making Lao Guoqiang drop to the ground with a thud.

Hao Ren was about to rush over to help, but right then, Zhao Lei also made his move.

"Young Master Hao, where are you running off to?"

Zhao Lei quickly caught up and blocked Hao Ren’s path. Hao Ren realized that this guy was indeed pretending and couldn’t gauge his exact strength just yet.

After all, he wasn’t someone who could assess others’ strength levels.

"Ah, nothing much, just wanted to see if this uncle got hurt from the fall," Hao Ren said, noticing Zhao Lei’s words and certainly didn’t dare to admit he was going to save Lao Guoqiang.

"Oh? The uncle fell?"

Zhao Lei pretended to be unaware and said, "Uncle, what happened to you? How did you end up carelessly falling? Hurry and get up to sell your oil tea, I’d like some."

"Cough cough... Young man, I’m sorry, just now... ah, my back..." After saying a few words, the oil tea vendor realized he had twisted his back and couldn’t even stand.

"Uncle, are you alright?" Zhao Lei was genuinely concerned, quickly helping him up, "Uncle, what happened earlier that made you fall?"

"Ah ha, Zhao Lei, if nothing else, I’ll be on my way."

Seeing the situation turning bad, Hao Ren hurriedly decided to flee. As for Lao Guoqiang, who was being pinned down by Chen Tianlong, he could only return later to seek help; he couldn’t deal with Zhao Lei now.

"Trying to leave? Don’t think I’m a fool. You left the uncle like this and now you want to leave? It’s not that easy."

Chen Tianlong smiled coldly and continued, "I’ll give you a choice: either lie down and let me step on you, or pay the uncle compensation... I figure, with him tied up because of you, he won’t be able to work for a year or more. So why don’t you pay him for a year’s worth of business?"

After saying that, Chen Tianlong asked the oil tea vendor, "Uncle, how much can you earn on a normal day?"

"Huh? How much, approximately... maybe two to three hundred bucks, on good days five hundred," the oil tea vendor said after thinking.

"Good, let’s say five hundred a day, 365 days a year, that’s 182,500 yuan. Let’s round it up to 190,000."

Chen Tianlong said, and then turning to Zhao Lei, "What do you think, does this sound reasonable?"

"Hehe, the boss is right, did you hear that, Young Master Hao of the Hao Family? Just send the vendor 190,000. I figure since it’s already 190,000, let’s make it a round number, 200,000."

Having witnessed Chen Tianlong’s intimidation tactics, Zhao Lei learned a lot from being around the boss, "Young Master Hao, what do you think?"

"What? 200,000?"

Hao Ren’s eyes widened. Although his family was wealthy, 200,000 wasn’t a small sum. From a little skirmish, he had to pay so much—that was more like robbery than robbery itself by Chen Tianlong.

But he knew, if he didn’t follow what was said, Chen Tianlong would probably have his crew keep him here. Then, it might not just be about money; he could end up seriously injured.

Thinking of this, Hao Ren shivered. Clearly, Chen Tianlong was not to be trifled with. Although confident he could match Chen Tianlong, he wasn’t sure he could take on Zhao Lei.

It’s crucial to know that Zhao Lei easily repelled his attacks, so effortlessly that it suggested his skills were at least three levels above his own.

"Do you find it too little? Oh... I almost forgot, you are the Young Master of the Hao Family, such a small sum is beneath you, I suppose. Fine, let’s add another 200,000, how about 400,000? Is that sufficient?"

Chen Tianlong was secretly delighted, finding this play quite enjoyable, taking the chance to exploit Young Master Hao under Zhao Lei’s influence.

"Damn!..." Hao Ren was on the verge of attacking, but he knew acting on impulse had severe consequences. So he decided to endure it and said, "Wasn’t it agreed upon 200,000 just now? I’ll pay it."

"Oh, that was then, this is now. You were slow in replying, now it’s 400,000. If you keep arguing, it could go up to 500,000."

Chen Tianlong was nearly beside himself with laughter, having put Young Master Hao in such an awkward position—over something as small as stepping on a vendor now, yet it demanded such a hefty price.

By then, the oil tea vendor had also managed to stand up, clearly having had his dislocated bones repositioned by Chen Tianlong, so he was fine now. Dusting off, he came over with some embarrassment and said, "I’m alright now, why don’t you all stop arguing?"

"Ah ha, see, the uncle is fine now, so there’s no need for compensation, right?" Hao Ren said, trying to sneak away. But just as he turned, Zhao Lei blocked him.

"He’s fine now, but you have a problem."

Before he could react, Zhao Lei pinned him to the ground and stepped on him, "Are you choosing to pay, or do you want me to step on you? Decide."

Chen Tianlong couldn’t help but laugh bitterly; Zhao Lei really had learned well—it was like having a mini-me.

Still, he found himself a bit envious of having such a formidable little brother in Zhao Lei, and planned to inquire about his story after this was over.

"I... I’ll pay."

With a distressed face, Hao Ren admitted defeat. Just one move knocked him down with no room to resist. Clearly, he was little more than cannon fodder in front of Zhao Lei.

"Alright, call the bank and make the transfer now," Chen Tianlong said, squatting beside him.

Frustrated, Hao Ren had hoped that by agreeing verbally, he might not have to pay once he got reinforcements, but he didn’t expect Chen Tianlong to pull such a move.

Just then, Zhao Lei applied a bit more pressure with his foot.

The move shocked Hao Ren, knowing that even a gentle stomp could ruin his waist, making him bedridden.

Thinking of becoming a cripple, unable to chase girls or enjoy leisure, Hao Ren became tense and quickly agreed, "Alright, alright, I’ll transfer the money."

Even though Hao Ren agreed, Chen Tianlong could see he was unwilling. So he smiled and said, "Transfer it to my account. I have SMS notifications, so there’s no confusion about whether you’ve really sent it to the uncle."

"Well... alright."

Originally, Hao Ren didn’t dare to play any tricks, only hesitating momentarily as 400,000 wasn’t a huge sum—he had two million spending money in his card. It stung a little, but compared to becoming a cripple, it was nothing at all.