Chapter 89

Féilún stared at the contract and sneered, "Bring it closer, and flip to the page with the signature for me to see!"

Mad Dog was slightly taken aback, then swaggered into the room, holding the contract at arm's length to show Féilún the signature page.

After carefully examining the signature, Féilún suddenly grinned wickedly, "This damn thing isn't the loan contract for Black Girl."

Mad Dog was taken aback again and grinned, "How do you know it isn't?"

Féilún said coldly, "You know it well enough. Don't force me to kill you!" As he spoke, he slammed the Glock 18 on the table.

Mad Dog broke into a cold sweat, realizing that walking into the room was a mistake. He forced a smile, "Toothpick, bring the real contract!" As he spoke, a skinny, gaunt man who looked like a drug addict scurried in, bowing and scraping as he presented another document to Mad Dog.

Mad Dog showed the signature page again, and Féilún glanced at it, confirming that the signature was genuine. In fact, during the past half hour, while Féilún had been teasing the ancient elf, he had also had Black Girl show him her signature.

"OK, how much is this contract worth?" Féilún was actually asking how much Black Girl owed.

Mad Dog, who had seen guns before, was a bit intimidated but didn't show it on his face. He said according to the rules, "Here, it's thirteen out of nine monthly, and if it's less than a month, it counts as a full month. You can calculate how much Black Girl owes me!"

Féilún sneered, "I can understand counting a month as a full month, but thirteen out of nine monthly is too greedy." Normally, thirteen out of nine was calculated quarterly, with interest charged every three months. If it was changed to monthly interest, the interest would be more than three times higher.

Mad Dog sneered, "It's written in black and white in the contract, and Black Girl knew the rules when she borrowed the money."

Féilún, hearing this, turned to the ancient elf, who was tightly pursing her lips and nodded slightly. Seeing this, Féilún said, "Mad Dog, I'm not good at calculating thirteen out of nine. Can you do it for me? If the numbers add up, I'll pay."

In fact, Féilún knew exactly what thirteen out of nine meant. For example, if the contract stated a loan of 100, the lender only needed to give 90, which was the "nine out." At the agreed repayment date, the borrower had to repay 130, which was the "thirteen in."

Seeing Féilún fiddle with the Glock 18 and chamber a round, Mad Dog broke into a cold sweat but kept a straight face, "Toothpick, do the math!"

Toothpick immediately squawked, "Thirteen out of nine, the ancient elf borrowed 30,000. She owes for three months. The first month, she owes 39,000. From the second month, she owes 43,333. By the end of the second month, she owes 56,333. By the start of the third month, she owes 62,593. If she repays now, she owes 81,370, rounded to 82,000!"

Féilún burst out laughing, "Actually borrowed 27,000, and in less than three months, she owes 82,000... Mad Dog, you sure know how to do business!"

"What do you mean by that? You're not planning to pay? Don't think you're great just because you have a gun!" Mad Dog's face was full of dissatisfaction, but he pretended to be generous, "Also, you injured two of my men. One ten thousand each, so that's 102,000. I'll let you off with 100,000, and we'll call it a day!"

Féilún burst out laughing again, "Fine, 100,000 it is!" As he spoke, he pulled out a wad of thousand-dollar Hong Kong bills from his inner pocket (hidden ring) and threw it over, "It should be enough, count it!"

Mad Dog grabbed the wad of Hong Kong bills, counted it, and then laughed, tossing the contract over, "Black Girl, our accounts are settled." Unbeknownst to him, if Féilún had written a check, he would have had a chance to live, but by taking the 10,000, he signed his own death warrant.

Féilún smiled sardonically, put away his gun, and made a gesture to show Mad Dog out. Mad Dog led his men out of the room, and finally had his subordinates carry Patchy and Ton to safety, then they all fled.

On the street, Mad Dog cursed, "Damn it, the fat meat of Black Girl is gone!"

Toothpick suggested, "Boss, why don't we bring more people back and kill the one who paid the debt? Black Girl will still be at our mercy!"

"Slap!" Mad Dog smacked Toothpick on the head, "Are you blind? Didn't you see he had a gun? I can tell you for sure, that gun is real and loaded."

Toothpick and the others turned pale. At that moment, Shorty suggested, "Why don't we call the police and let them deal with him? Then Black Girl won't escape from your grasp!"

Mad Dog was taken aback, then burst out laughing, "Ha, Shorty, you're a genius! Let's do it!"

Toothpick, hearing this, quickly dialed 999. Shorty didn't argue, pointing at Patchy and Ton, who were awake but disoriented, "Boss, what about them?"

Mad Dog didn't even think, "You and Scraggly live with them, right? You two take care of them!" Shorty understood that the stingy Mad Dog wouldn't spend a penny on their medical bills.

Ten minutes later, two night patrol officers arrived. Mad Dog and his men watched from a distance as they went upstairs, feeling elated. Mad Dog even laughed, "This will be a good show!"

Unfortunately, the patrol officers came down after about seven or eight minutes, without calling for backup or doing anything else. This left Mad Dog and his men puzzled, but they didn't dare to ask. In fact, Féilún had easily dismissed the officers with a police ID and a casual excuse.

Seeing the patrol officers leave, Mad Dog, fearing that Féilún might come down and shoot them, quickly led his men away.

At the same time, Féilún was sitting on the sofa in the ancient elf's living room, smirking, "I've done what you asked. What's your reward?"

Black Girl, biting her lip, asked weakly, "Can you take a shower first?"

"Ha ha!" Féilún chuckled, "Of course, I'll use your bathroom for a couple of hours." As he spoke, he took off his jacket and walked straight into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

The ancient elf's bathroom was not large, but it wasn't small either. It had enough space to turn around, a full-sized bathtub, a sink, and hot and cold water, making it well-equipped.

Féilún didn't turn on the water but immediately sat in the empty bathtub and began his almost uninterrupted daily practice.

After two hours, Féilún felt that the growth of the Mystic Black Gold Qi (liquid) had reached its limit and could not break through the barrier, which was extremely frustrating.

Opening his eyes, Féilún felt a bit suffocated and his heart was on fire. He had to turn on the cold water, strip off his clothes, and immerse himself to cool down. At that moment, he heard the ancient elf's timid voice from outside the door, "Old Féi, you've been in there for two hours? Haven't you finished yet? I'm coming in!" As she spoke, the bathroom door was unlocked.

Féilún's eyes widened as he saw the ancient elf completely naked, her bronze skin giving a strong visual impact. She had a small chest but a slim waist and a full, round buttock, making her a rare beauty.

Féilún felt a bit dry-mouthed and asked, "What are you doing?"

The ancient elf, standing sideways and clenching her legs, said shyly, "My body is clean, and this is the only way I can think of to repay you." In fact, Féilún's performance in the car race and his dominance over Patchy and Ton had already won her heart, and the debt issue made her actions understandable.

Féilún, hearing this, licked his lips and said with a wicked smile, "Why are you still standing at the door? Come into the bathtub."

The ancient elf shyly stepped into the bathtub and was startled by the cold water, "It's so cold!" She tried to step out, but Féilún grabbed her waist and pulled her into the bathtub, "Come on, you'll warm up soon!" He sprinkled some cold water on her.

In the bathtub, the two were naked, and it wasn't clear if it was the cold water or her shyness, but the ancient elf's bronze skin became even more flushed, her body exuding a different kind of allure under the bathroom light. Féilún couldn't resist, and his lips covered hers, kissing her passionately.

The ancient elf, her lips blocked, made a soft sound, her teeth clenched, showing her inexperience. When they parted, Féilún was surprised, "Is this your first time?"

"Um!" The ancient elf whispered.

Féilún smiled wickedly, "I'm very satisfied with this repayment!" As he spoke, he pulled her into his arms, and she let out a small cry as she lost control and fell into his embrace.

The ancient elf no longer felt the cold water, only a burning sensation all over her body, feeling extremely shy. Féilún, however, had already started. He first sucked on her earlobe, causing her body to wriggle like a snake. Then he kissed down to her breasts, making her bronze body tremble.

"Are you that sensitive?"

Seeing this, Féilún skipped the foreplay and directly parted her long legs in the water, moving closer.

The ancient elf pushed against his chest, blushing, "Old Féi, no, no, this is too fast!"

Féilún smiled wickedly, "In the water, no need for lubrication... Hey!" As he spoke, he thrust into her.

A sharp pain tore through her, causing the ancient elf to arch her back. If Féilún hadn't held her, her head might have hit the edge of the bathtub.

"Pain, pain... Old Féi, it hurts... Ah..."

"Move a bit, and it will feel better..." Using the water for lubrication, Féilún began to move.

After dozens of thrusts, the ancient elf's sobs turned into moans, and the room was filled with springtime warmth.

(PS: The second half of the chapter was written with trepidation. Please don't spread it around, or it might get censored. I hope I didn't cross any lines!)

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