"Voluntary my foot!" Wang Zhuo almost kicked the kid. This guy was too much of a pushover, not even daring to tell the truth when someone had his back. No wonder he was detained and forced into selling an organ.

"Big Brother, I truly did it voluntarily. I approached them myself," the young man’s speech finally became clearer, explaining with a bitter smile, "They beat me because we had a dispute over the cut—no, a dispute over the money."

"A dispute over the money?" Wang Zhuo was stunned.

"Yes, a dispute over the money," the young man said mournfully. "We originally agreed on a fifty-fifty split, but just now I tried to push it to seventy-thirty, and the result... the result was..."

The young man, while attempting to fix his hair—which had been thoroughly messed up by the two kidney traffickers—narrated the sequence of events.

It turned out the young man was named Huang Xu. He had dropped out of school after the eighth grade, spending his days loafing around internet cafes, hair salons, or on the streets. He possessed no useful skills, was lazy, and had been dumped by several girlfriends who found him too broke to even pay for the speakers to blast music in Dance-Off.

Then one day, he stumbled upon a conversation about selling a kidney in a QQ group. He heard that one kidney was surplus, selling it wouldn't affect one's health, and for just a scar and a little pain, he could earn over a hundred thousand yuan.

Huang Xu was immediately tempted. Ten thousand yuan! That was enough to blast the speakers in the game for a long time. By then, surely legions of pretty girls would be lining up, waiting for him to pull down their pants. As for losing a kidney? What did it matter? One functioning kidney was enough. A scar? Even better! He was short on masculine scars anyway. When he next impressed a girl, he could just claim the scar came from a knife fight—instant respect.

After noting this down, Huang Xu didn't contact the two people chatting in the group, believing it best to keep such a matter confidential. If it got out in the game, the entire server would know, and that wasn't exactly an honorable thing.

So, he started searching online. And sure enough, thanks to the brilliant guidance of the almighty Baidu, he found what he was looking for immediately. He followed the instructions, called an intermediary, shopped around, and finally struck a deal with Da Heizhi (Big Black Mole) and his partner.

He chose Da Heizhi and his partner for two reasons: first, their network was extensive, allowing them to secure a higher price; second, the pair promised that after this job, Huang Xu would be one of them, sharing future profits.

After paying two thousand yuan, Huang Xu obtained his matching donor code, which happened to be quite a hot commodity. All three were pleased. When the price settled at five hundred thousand, Huang Xu was still ecstatic about pocketing two hundred and fifty thousand. But when the price skyrocketed to one million, Huang Xu's mind began to wander. He was the one providing the organ; it was understandable he should earn more. But why should the two partners, who only had to tap a keyboard and show their faces, also get five hundred thousand? That wasn't fair.

So, as soon as the trio settled at their lodging, Huang Xu proposed revising the payment split. He felt his reasoning was sound: at five hundred thousand, Da Heizhi and Tang Heshang (Tang the Monk) could split two hundred fifty thousand. Even with a three-seven split at one million, they would still get three hundred thousand, which was fifty thousand more than the original deal—surely that was enough.

But Da Heizhi and Tang Heshang clearly didn't see it that way. Damn it, if we hadn't been generous enough to bring you in, you’d only be earning a hundred thousand. Now we offer you half a million, and you still push for more? Truly, a young tree left untrimmed grows crookedly...

And so occurred the scene Wang Zhuo witnessed earlier: the kidney traffickers beating the victim, coercing the innocent man into selling his organ.

Huang Xu sat on the floor, spilling the entire story out like beans from a bamboo tube. Wang Zhuo looked at his innocent expression, then at the two scoundrels struggling to sit up on the floor, and couldn't help but give a bitter, wry smile. What the hell was this?

Da Heizhi and Tang Heshang finally regained some strength, but Wang Zhuo, seated casually on the sofa like a formidable mountain, exerted immense pressure on them. The two huddled together. Da Heizhi cautiously probed, "Brother, whose turf are you on? We... we haven't offended anyone recently, have we?"

"Haven't offended anyone?" Wang Zhuo glanced at them noncommittally. "What? You just finished strong-arming someone based on their perceived weakness, and now you pretend you don't remember who you crossed?"

Da Heizhi froze. Tang Heshang, quicker-witted, immediately grasped the situation. He forced a smile. "Big Brother, we're just trying to earn a living by risking our necks. If we hear the client has money, asking for a higher price is understandable, right? What do you say?"

Tang Heshang looked to be at least twenty-five or twenty-six, yet he called Wang Zhuo "Big Brother" smoothly. In this day and age, whoever has the stronger fist is the big brother; if calling someone grandpa saves him a beating, he'd do it.

"So, if someone has a Jiangzhou household registration, they have to pay double?" Wang Zhuo sneered coldly. "Then if I had a rural household registration, could I get this kidney for a 70% discount?"

"Big Brother, you're joking," Tang Heshang said, trying to placate him. "Even among rural people, there are those with money and those without. The poor ones who get this illness usually just go home to wait for death. If a rich person needed it, they wouldn't balk at the price—they’d probably want two transplants."

"Don't try to distract me with nonsense," Wang Zhuo waved his hand impatiently. "I'll make this clear to you: if you sell this kidney, you get the price originally agreed upon—five hundred thousand. Not a penny more. If you refuse to sell, I’ll immediately wash my hands of this and leave. We’ll see how this plays out."

The words held an undisguised threat. Wang Zhuo wouldn't mind making an anonymous call to the police; after all, these three idiots had provoked him. Whether the police would act or how they would handle it was none of his concern; he had no time to dwell on such trivial matters.

Tang Heshang was about to offer some conciliatory words, but Da Heizhi stopped him with an outstretched hand and sneered at Wang Zhuo, "We'll refuse to sell, then. We'll see how it plays out. Anyway, your patient won't last long. I don't believe you can tie Huang Xu to an operating table, can you?"

The ashtray whizzed through the air, aiming for Da Heizhi’s cheek. He hastily raised his arm to block it, sending a sharp pain up his wrist.

Wang Zhuo stood up, his face dark. Without another word, he walked toward the exit. As he reached the door, his steps paused abruptly, and he turned back.

"Huang Xu, how many speakers can fifty thousand yuan blast?"

"Uh..." Huang Xu desperately wanted to correct him—it was blasting speakers, not blowing them—but did he dare? "A server-wide speaker is five yuan, a channel speaker is one yuan. I could blast hundreds of thousands of them, right?"

Calculating this, even Huang Xu was startled. Hundreds of thousands of speakers—that was enough to last until the game servers shut down.

Wang Zhuo gave a faint smile. "Then what are you waiting for? Come with me, and you’ll have hundreds of thousands of speakers waiting for you to blast."

"Big Brother, I'm going with you!" Huang Xu shot up. "It’s fifty thousand. If they don't sell, fine, I will sell!"

Da Heizhi immediately exploded. He had long sensed this fellow surnamed Huang wasn't a good sort, but he didn't expect him to pull the rug out from under them like this. Just as he was about to speak, Huang Xu preempted him, shouting, "Li! The kidney is mine; it didn't grow on your body. Why are you deciding if it's sold? I’m terminating our partnership right now. This Big Brother sought us out himself; he didn't use your channels. If I sell it to him, I don't owe you a single cent of commission!"

Da Heizhi, in a fit of rage, lunged forward, but Tang Heshang grabbed him. Tang Heshang understood perfectly: given the opponent's skill level, they had already lost this round. To resist further would only invite more humiliation.

A bundle of crisp hundred-yuan bills slapped onto the floor, followed by a cold declaration: "Take it. This is your errand fee."

Staring at the bundle on the floor, Da Heizhi and Tang Heshang were on the verge of tears. The two hundred and fifty thousand yuan that was practically in their hands had instantly shrunk to ten thousand, and they’d taken a beating besides. If they had known this would happen, why the greed to demand one million in the first place? Greed is the devil.

A little over half an hour later, in the hospital corridor, Huang Xu patted Ji Qiong’s shoulder, his face earnest. "Don't worry, Sister Ji, your aunt's health is on me."

The corridor instantly fell silent, covered in goosebumps.

...

To prevent further complications, Fei Long (Fat Dragon) was assigned to accompany Huang Xu for three days of Dance-Off gaming in the hotel room Wang Zhuo had booked. During these three days, Wang Zhuo covered all food and lodging; the four-star hotel was safe, comfortable, and clean. The daily three-hundred-yuan food allowance let Huang Xu experience the life of a rich man. Meanwhile, Fei Long, spurred on by Huang Xu, learned how to blast speakers. Huang Xu used the thirty thousand yuan prepaid by Wang Zhuo to splurge lavishly in the game, basking in glory.

On the third day, the first girl Huang Xu had charmed in the game arrived at the hotel. Since Wang Zhuo had strictly ordered Huang Xu to abstain from intimacy recently, consequently... Huang Xu treated Fei Long to a tearful dinner!

The surgery scheduled for the fourth morning was successfully completed. Huang Xu fell asleep happily, hugging the heavy briefcase.

Outside the operating room, Wang Zhuo witnessed the entire procedure using his X-ray vision. It offered him a rare, novel experience—learning more than he would in two weeks of classes at school.

He even began to wonder if he should make a habit of visiting hospital operating theaters.

Ji Qiong went in to be with her mother. Today, relatives and friends from both the Ji and Li families had also arrived—all the aunts and uncles. Since Ji Qiong claimed the medical fees were covered, they no longer needed to hide.

On the way back, Fei Long grinned and asked Wang Zhuo, "Instructor Wang, do you think we should try some raw stone gambling now?"

"Out of money?" Wang Zhuo snapped out a bundle of hundred-yuan notes. "Take this. Consider it your labor fee for these past few days."

"Whoa! Ten thousand yuan!" Fei Long immediately beamed, clutching the cash and kissing it fiercely. With this much money, how many Dance-Off girls could he treat to speaker blasts? This was awesome!

Wang Zhuo had his reasons for giving Fei Long so much money. Organ trading was illegal. Although Huang Xu’s case was a "donation," Aunt Li a "recipient," and the five hundred thousand yuan a "private gift" from Wang Zhuo to Huang Xu—who had no familial ties to Aunt Li—it still skirted the edge of the law. Therefore, Fei Long, having participated, bore some risk, and Wang Zhuo naturally had to compensate him.

"Stop! Stop the car!"

"What is it?"

"I need to buy speakers—no, I need to buy game cards!"

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