Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

"Hey...Brother Scar, I'm Yan Wenxuan. My dad had dinner with Mr. Wu before..."

After Yan Wenxuan dialed the phone, his back suddenly stiffened, and the panic on his face faded a lot.

"Yes, yes! Nothing happened. It's just that a few friends and I went to play Texas Hold'em at home and lost a bit too much."

As he spoke, he seemed to be being ridiculed, and he smiled and explained unknowingly: "No, no, how can I plan to default on the debt? I just want you to be a guarantee and let them be accommodating so that I can go back and raise money."

He didn't tell the other party about the obvious trap, the friendship wasn't that great, and besides, such a large amount of money was not a small amount.

It would be nice if you can leave first now, find some people to join in with the more than 1000 million, and pay it back later.

After getting a clear reply, he clicked on the speakerphone.

"Which mountain do the brothers across the street worship?" Scar's rough voice came from the loudspeaker.

The man in the vest grabbed Yan Wenxuan's cell phone and mocked: "Oh, it's my Brother Scar, I'm so scared!"

"If you want to get people in Mr. Tan's place, you are not qualified!"

Without waiting for a reply, Scarzi threw the phone to the ground and punched Yan Wenxuan in the stomach.

As soon as the latter straightened up, he screamed from the beating and squatted on the ground, holding his stomach and coughing.

The three men in vests were a little angry by this phone call. Zhao Wu and Tan Ye were not interested in dealing with him, so how could they take Scar seriously?

"I have changed my mind. You two write an IOU and fingerprint it to raise money."

"These three ladies, stay here and drink with me."

Yan Wenxuan was beaten so hard that he could not utter a word. Lu Xiaoyun and Gu Yitong were so frightened that they trembled and their palms became sweaty.

Ma Yilun had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask: "How do you say the IOU?"

"3000 million!" The man in the vest pointed at Yan Wenxuan, who was squatting on the ground, and smiled ferociously, "This phone call is worth 800 million, how about you guys make a few more calls?"

No matter how generous Ma Yilun was, he would never agree to such a proposal.

He and Yan Wenxuan pooled together the 200 million yuan, and there was no big problem in borrowing it.

But if an IOU is actually written, the 3000 million in cash will not be so easy to solve.

"I asked my dad to send money over!" Ma Yilun's face turned bitter. After this call, he would probably have to eat dirt for several years.

But now that the matter has come to this, if you continue to pay the IOU without telling your family, that is simply a sign of mental illness.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" The man in the vest took a step forward fiercely and looked at him condescendingly.

"A phone call costs 800 million, just make it!"

Ma Yilun's face darkened and he almost fainted.

It was obvious that the other party was forcing them to pay an IOU of 3000 million yuan, and also wanted to leave Lu Xiaoyun and the others here to humiliate them.

Yan Wenxuan's call to Brother Scar obviously had the opposite effect.

He was a little undecided and lowered his head to look at Yan Wenxuan, who had regained his composure.

The two of them looked at each other, both of them a little helpless. At this point, they could only accept the 3000 million, otherwise, if it continued, something might happen again.

Ma Yilun felt his throat was a little dry and just opened his mouth.

"Get out of the way, we have something to talk to Mr. Tan."

A slightly hoarse and charming female voice sounded beside him.

The man in the vest was standing in the middle of the alley. When he heard the voice, he was stunned for a moment, then became furious and turned his head towards the person.

Cheongsam, high heels, bunted hair, red lips, and a look like looking at scum.

In this narrow alley where eleven people stood, the man in the vest twitched his thick nostrils.

A mature feminine scent floated over from half a meter away from him, covering up the smell of rotting wood.

He ignored the indifferent young man in black behind him and the slightly nervous bald man.

With a trace of covetous expression in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to grasp the slender waist of the charming woman in front of him.

"Sister Wanwan, long time no see."

The disgust in Xia Wanwan's eyes was so strong that it almost overflowed. From this distance, she could clearly see the other person's untrimmed nose hair and stubble, as well as the disgusting smell of sweat through the warm yellow light.

In addition to feeling sick, she was also a little anxious. Mr. Jiang was right behind her. She didn't expect that although this guy recognized her, he still didn't give him face.

"I have something to do with Mr. Tan..." The man in the vest stretched out his hand and took a step forward, twitching his nose and smelling the feminine fragrance exuding from her body, "Are you trying to trick me?"

He looked at Xia Wanwan's charming face suspiciously, but his brain with limited capacity still noticed something was wrong.

Seeing that his hand was almost touching her waist, Xia Wanwan couldn't help but lift her high heels and take a step back.

Suddenly there was a cold touch on her waist. She suddenly turned around and saw Jiang Ran reaching out to support her waist, forcing her to stop retreating.

The man in the vest looked at the drooling Xia Wanwan, and suddenly a tall and straight-looking little...yellow face appeared, and his eyes suddenly turned gloomy.

Before he could speak, he saw Ma Yilun, who was leaning against the wall and cowering in fear, as if seeing a savior, he scurried to the side of the yellow-faced young man, nodding and bowing.

"Brother Jiang." Ma Yilun looked at Xia Wanwan in Yunshang Immortal Palace like a bitch, but he actually felt a sense of accomplishment as if he had a vicious vision.

I thought that even though there was a huge crowd, I could still pick out the most awesome guy in the crowd at a glance.

"Brother Jiang." When Lu Xiaoyun saw Ma Yilun's appearance, he felt that there was no need to stay here to "accompany the wine", so he also came closer and yelled eagerly despite the red palm prints.

Gu Yitong grabbed the bag with both hands, and moved his round-toed leather shoes against the moss-covered ground. The arrogant Nandu Shangpin Building had long since disappeared without a trace. He lowered his eyebrows and said in a sweet voice: " Brother Jiang."

Yan Wenxuan stood up slowly with his hands on the wall, cold sweat still dripping from his forehead, and his face had returned to normal.

He looked at Lu Zihan, who was standing there biting his lower lip with a tangled expression, the other three people looked like a mouse meeting a cat.

He leaned in front of the displeased Jiang Ran, with an expression on his face that could almost be called flattery.

The whole person opened his mouth wide and froze in place, completely confused about the situation.

"Yo!" the man in the vest yelled, attracting everyone's attention, "I just finished calling Brother Scar, and Brother Jiang comes again. I'm really scared to death!!"

He looked at Jiang Ran standing there wearing a coat, cold and elegant, with good skin, so popular. To be honest, he felt a little envious and jealous in his heart.

Kong Youyuan wiped the sweat from his bald head and saw that the two people behind the man in the vest were gearing up. After a moment of hesitation, he crossed over to Jiang Ran at the front and ran forward to smooth things over.

"Brother Hu, don't be angry, don't be angry..."

The man in the vest directly stretched out his big hand and pressed his bald head to the side: "Young master, come up and get close to me. Don't think that if Xia Wanwan follows, I will give you face."

"If you have the guts to ask Zhao Wu to come in person, I will let them go!"

He subconsciously thought that Jiang Ran and others were the reinforcements invited by Ma Yilun and the others.