Chapter 010: This Way You Won't Need to Renovate

Wang Bo shrugged and obediently followed Yazi back to the police station.

On the way, Yazi received several phone calls, and the look she gave Wang Bo grew increasingly strange.

Wang Bo looked at her with an innocent expression.

After returning to the police station, Ya Zi arranged a room and personally took Wang Bo's statement. Wang Bo recounted everything that had happened since receiving the phone call that evening, omitting no detail.

At the end, Wang Bo emphasized, "I acted in self-defense."

Ya Zi looked at Wang Bo with a half-smile, tapping the table with the pen in her hand. "Remember the phone call I got on the way back?"

"I remember." Wang Bo nodded; in fact, he not only remembered but had clearly heard the phone call.

Yazi said, “According to the doctors who arrived at the scene, there were forty-five people in total. Among them, thirty-two had fractures in their hands or legs, seven had internal organ damage, three had broken sternums, and the rest might be confined to wheelchairs for life. You call this self-defense?”

Barbara gasped, looking at Wang Bo with a shocked expression.

She had not expected Wang Bo to be so ruthless.

Wang Bo said helplessly, "It's not my fault."

Yazi said with a wry smile, "If it's not your fault, whose fault is it? Could it be mine?"

Wang Bo said, “I’ve already held back my strength. Yazi, you need to understand that wanting to step over an ant without crushing it requires a very delicate touch.”

Yazi: ...

Barbara: ...

Sure enough, Aizen's pretentious quotes were enough to intimidate everyone at this moment.

Yazi rubbed her temples vigorously. "The way you talk is really infuriating."

"I'm just stating the facts, Yazi."

"That's exactly what makes it even more infuriating." Yazi shot Wang Bo a fierce glare.

Wang Bo asked, "I won't go to jail, will I, Yazi?"

"No." Yazi shook her head and said, "If it were one-on-one, you would definitely be judged as excessive self-defense, but since the other side had more than forty people, just as you said, it's legitimate self-defense."

Wang Bo asked, "Then when can I leave?"

"After you finish the statement and pay the fine, you can leave," Yazi said while writing quickly. "But I'd advise you to restrain yourself the next time you fight. If you actually kill someone, the trouble will be much greater."

"I don't fight often," Wang Bo said.

“Like hell I believe you. Do you have any idea that your criminal record at the police station is at least a foot thick?”

"How is that possible!"

Wang Bo, who took the daredevil's place, had indeed often fought and been taken to the police station many times, but his criminal record was definitely not a foot thick; a few centimeters thick would be the absolute maximum.

Bang, bang, bang... At that moment, a knock suddenly sounded.

"Come in." Ya Zi's expression turned serious as she spoke.

The iron door of the room was pushed open, and a man in a suit walked in, bowing and scraping.

"Madam, hello, hello."

"Who are you?" Ya Zi asked.

The man quickly took out a business card and handed it over, saying, 'I'm the owner of Mingtang Nightclub, Madam. You must do right by me. I was running my business just fine, and then suddenly someone trashed it, smashed it all to pieces. Now how am I supposed to keep doing business, Madam?'

Yazi looked at Wang Bo with an amused expression. The aggrieved party had come knocking; she wanted to see how Wang Bo would handle this.

Following Yazi's gaze, the man saw Wang Bo and then Barbara, his face instantly flushing red. "Barbara, it's you, all because of you. What sin did I commit to have hired you? If I hadn't hired you, my nightclub wouldn't have been trashed."

Barbara retorted without backing down, "You hired me back then only because I sang well. Big Head Rong came to support me a few days ago and spent who knows how much on drinks. You even praised me at the time, saying hiring me was the smartest thing you'd ever done. Now that the nightclub's in trouble, you blame me? You think I'm an easy target?"

The man, choked speechless by Barbara, said in a fit of shame and anger, "I don't care. This whole thing is because of you. You figure it out."

Wang Bo saw that the man was unilaterally pressuring Barbara, but his gaze occasionally flickered toward Wang Bo, and he suddenly understood.

This is a case where the drinker's mind is not on the wine.

The man clearly knew that the matter of smashing up the nightclub had nothing to do with Barbara.

But he kept making things difficult for Barbara, just wanting Wang Bo to step in and take the matter off her hands, putting on a show of a hero saving a damsel in distress in front of Barbara.

In this way, he could get compensation, and Wang Bo could also win the beauty's gratitude.

It could be said that everyone is happy.

After Wang Bo understood the meaning in the man's eyes, he couldn't help but sigh, "A shrewd one—this guy is definitely a shrewd one."

Barbara didn't understand the details of this. Seeing her boss making things difficult for her, she couldn't help but burn with anger. In this matter, she was completely a victim, and now they wanted her to compensate for the losses—no way.

“I…”

“Let me handle this.” Before Barbara could lose her temper, Wang Bo stopped her and said to the man, “I’m the one who trashed the nightclub. If you want compensation, I’ll give it to you.”

The man couldn't help but beam with joy. Wasn't his constant signaling with his eyes just for this moment?

As long as compensation can be obtained, everything is negotiable.

Of course, if the other party couldn't come up with the money, he wouldn't mind turning hostile outright.

"I just went to check on my place, and my nightclub has been smashed to pieces. It needs a complete renovation—the renovation costs plus lost business will come to at least half a million." The man made an exorbitant demand.

Barbara flew into a rage at once upon hearing this. "Five hundred thousand? Why don't you just go rob someone? The renovation of your place isn't worth five hundred thousand."

"The decoration is indeed not worth that much," the man said, "but I have to close for renovations, at least two months without business. Who's going to calculate the loss of earnings during that time?"

In fact, in the man's view, the renovation and lost work fees would be about 400,000, but as a businessman, he always asks for more during negotiations to leave room for bargaining.

Wang Bo took out a check, wrote a few numbers on it, and slapped it on the table. "I'll give you three million."

Barbara immediately became anxious, grabbing Wang Bo's clothes and saying, "Are you crazy? Giving him three million?"

The man was also bewildered, not understanding what Wang Bo was trying to do.

Wang Bo said calmly, "Three million, I'll buy your venue, so you won't have to renovate."

Man: ...

Barbara: ...

Yazi rubbed her temples, as if about to say something more, but in the end she sighed. "Forget it, as long as you're happy."

She was the only one among this group who knew Wang Bo's net worth—tens of millions of US dollars, and he would just give them up without a second thought, let alone three million Hong Kong dollars. For him, that was just pocket change.

Tsk, the filthy rich.