C137 Money? My Money Is so Much That It Can Bury You!

Director Lee flashed a smug smile and said with a cold tone, "Who do you think you are? Are you even qualified to speak to me?"

However, before he could finish his thought, a realization struck him!

A woman of the people?

Lily's complexion turned stormy in an instant!

"Don't defame me! What are you even saying?" Lily cried out with a sharp edge to her voice.

Zhang Chen, feigning innocence, questioned, "Wasn't it you who convinced the hotel manager to pose as the boss and then agreed to take good care of him for the night?"

"You..."

Rage flared across Lily's face in an instant!

Once again, the crowd erupted into a buzz of conversation, pointing and animatedly discussing Lily's situation.

Director Lee's face darkened.

He may have enjoyed his intimate encounters with Lily, but he had no taste for women with chaotic personal lives.

Zhang Chen, with a cheeky grin, taunted, "Director Lee, you've got some nerve, getting involved with Lily. Aren't you worried about catching something?"

Fury blazed within Lily, and she snapped, "Shut your mouth!"

With that, she swung a fierce slap at Zhang Chen's face!

But to Zhang Chen, her attempt was laughably slow.

With ease, he caught Lily's wrist in his hand, his smile chilling.

Lily struggled weakly, unable to free herself.

"What's the matter? As a man, would you actually hit a woman?"

"Everyone, pay close attention! This man is about to hit me! Come see for yourselves!"

Lily turned and called out, a tactic she'd employed countless times before.

The onlookers once again engaged in lively debate.

Triumph gleamed in Lily's eyes as she looked at Zhang Chen with haughty assurance.

Zhang Chen, still smiling, quipped, "As a man, I certainly can't hit a woman. But there are women here!"

He then shifted his gaze to Lin Miao.

Before Lin Miao could utter a word, a crisp voice cut through the air.

Even Zhang Chen was caught off guard.

"Ah!"

Lily let out a scream as she toppled to the side, only to be yanked back by Zhang Chen.

Another slap had found its mark on Lily!

Zhang Chen quickly released his grip.

Lily's body tumbled to the side, crashing to the ground with a thud!

The abrupt turn of events left everyone speechless.

Dazed, Zhang Chen turned his head, only to catch sight of Han Qiqi rolling up her sleeves.

"I've disliked you for a long time! How can you be so vile?"

Han Qiqi spat out the words, her face twisted in revulsion, yet she seemed eager to keep pummeling Lily.

Zhang Chen's lips involuntarily twitched. He had intended for Lin Miao to be the one to confront Lily, but unexpectedly...

Lin Miao was equally shocked, her eyes brimming with bewilderment.

Director Lee was utterly flabbergasted.

What in the world was happening?

Lily's eyes seethed with bitterness.

With gritted teeth, she managed to stand, spun around, and hurled herself into Director Lee's embrace, wailing, "Director Lee, I've been picked on!"

"He humiliated me! I've been attacked! Why aren't you defending me? Do you want to make us the laughingstock?"

Though Director Lee felt a wave of repulsion, he knew he'd be mortified if he didn't step in to aid Lily.

After a moment's contemplation, Director Lee rose to his feet and declared icily, "Knowing full well that Lily is my woman, you still dared to strike her. Have you grown weary of living?"

His voice thundered with authority.

She had become his woman in such a short span of time?

Zhang Chen arched an eyebrow, his tone laced with mockery, "Fatty, I've yet to avenge my sister's beating at your hands. Have you had enough of life?"

Zhang Chen's remark sent a peculiar glint through Lin Miao's eyes.

There was a time when such a nickname would have insulted her.

But now, it brought her joy.

Director Lee's eyes narrowed, his voice rising in fury, "You dare to challenge me?"

Zhang Chen flashed a defiant smile, "That's right! I'm challenging you. What are you going to do about it?"

With those words, a surge of excitement bubbled within him.

For some reason, he found himself craving the thrill of a brawl!

In combat, he felt his growth accelerating.

Director Lee clenched his jaw, his body quivering with rage.

Regrettably, he lacked a bodyguard.

He was merely a contractor who had made a bit of money—enough to be considered a nouveau riche with a few million in the bank.

Finally, Director Lee bellowed, "Do you have any idea how wealthy I am? Do you think I can't have you taken out?"

Zhang Chen replied with a sneer, "Enough with the bluster. Go on then, find someone to finish me off."

Han Qiqi cast a look of disdain at Zhang Chen.

Little did she know, Zhang Chen was itching for a fight.

"You..."

Director Lee, trembling, pointed a shaky finger at him.

Lily, in a whiny tone, urged, "Director Lee, he's taunting you. Quickly get someone to teach him a lesson!"

Rage roiled within Director Lee.

But he was at a loss for what to do.

After much hesitation, he blurted out, "Do you think I can't crush you with my wealth?"

Money?

Zhang Chen replied with a tinge of disappointment, "My wealth could bury you alive."

Director Lee sensed an opportunity.

"There's no way you're wealthier than me!"

He boasted with unbridled arrogance.

The conversation had turned to money.

This was his arena.

Zhang Chen, annoyed, retorted, "Just how much money do you have to be so cocky?"

Director Lee struck his chest proudly and declared, "I have three million!"

Surprised murmurs rippled through the crowd.

Zhang Chen paused, momentarily taken aback.

Was three million a lot?

It had been a fortune when he was down on his luck.

No wonder...

But Zhang Chen, as he stood now, had no fear of Director Lee.

Seizing the moment, Director Lee challenged, "Bring your money! I want to see just how much you've got!"

"If you don't have it, then cut the bull! Apologize to my lady and get out of here."

His funds were limited, but his bravado was not.

Arrogant over three million?

Zhang Chen's anger flared.

He pulled out his bank card, a card he knew was no ordinary piece of plastic.

It bore no details, just a phone number.

He dialed the number without hesitation.

The call connected promptly, and a courteous voice greeted him, "Hello, how may I assist you?"

Zhang Chen was taken aback.

The call actually went through?

He inquired bluntly, "Does your bank offer a money delivery service?"

The voice replied with deference, "Yes, we do."

A smirk crossed Zhang Chen's face.

With a mischievous chuckle, he requested, "Then send me one billion yuan."