Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 1446 - 1445: The Trap Closes

As the mastermind behind the kidnapping of Li Zixia, Morgan Smith might let Lin Fan blow off some steam if Lin Fan killed him, but given Morgan Smith’s background, that could bring endless trouble down the road for Lin Fan and Li Zixia—while Morgan Smith himself would die nice and clean.

Compared to killing him, there were better ways to get revenge. For example, making Morgan Smith bleed money—that would hurt him far more than killing him.

A rich man who clawed his way up from poverty cares about money more than anyone. If you send him back overnight to square one, back to having nothing at all, that’s often worse than killing him. Plenty of people who’ve ridden huge ups and downs in life end up killing themselves because they just can’t accept it.

Lin Fan wanted Morgan Smith to have a taste of what it felt like to lose everything.

Morgan Smith, who hadn’t seen through Lin Fan’s intentions, thought he’d scored a bargain and took the initiative to pay the deposit on the spot.

Morgan Smith made a phone call right in front of Lin Fan.

Not long after, 200 million Euros were wired into the designated account.

Lin Fan called Li Zixia to confirm the money had arrived.

Morgan Smith said, "Since the money’s here, you can hand over the tech now, right?"

"No problem." Lin Fan was straightforward as well. He walked to the side, took out a laptop bag, and handed it to Morgan Smith.

Morgan Smith signaled the burly white guy to open the laptop bag.

The bag was opened, and the burly white guy took out a notebook computer. It turned out to be a damaged laptop—screen shattered, completely unable to power on.

Morgan Smith’s face changed. "What’s the meaning of this?"

Lin Fan said, "This is the tech you wanted. All the data is stored in this computer."

Morgan Smith said, "A broken laptop? Are you kidding me?"

Lin Fan said seriously, "I’m not joking. This laptop really belongs to Miss Li. The reason it’s damaged is tied directly to your kidnapping of her. During her struggle with the kidnappers, the laptop got destroyed. So the responsibility is on you."

Morgan Smith said, "How am I supposed to get the technical data? How do I even know it’s in there?"

Lin Fan said, "I checked. The technical data is there, but the machine is damaged and the data needs to be recovered. That depends on Mr. Smith’s skills. And let me be clear: this is the only form of tech we can provide you."

Morgan Smith snapped, "This is extortion!"

Lin Fan smiled. "Careful what you say. First of all, the contract only states we must provide the technical data. It doesn’t say the data can’t be on a damaged device. Second, the reason the data got damaged is entirely on your side, so you either follow the contract, accept delivery and pay the balance, or you walk away from the purchase. But if you voluntarily walk away, under the contract the deposit is non-refundable."

Morgan Smith flew into a rage. "This is shameless! Return my deposit, now!"

Lin Fan said, "Mr. Smith, see over there? Everything that just happened has been recorded on video. If you’re not satisfied, you can take it to court and see how the judge rules. I’m just afraid that not only will you fail to get your deposit back, but once the kidnapping is proven, you’ll get an extra charge on top."

Morgan Smith did see it—a phone placed in an inconspicuous spot was recording!

Only now did Morgan Smith realize Lin Fan had planned everything from the start, dug a pit, and waited for him to jump. And he had jumped right in, nice and obedient!

Cold sweat started dripping from Morgan Smith’s forehead.

Lin Fan said, "So, Mr. Smith, you still want to buy this tech?"

At this point even an idiot knew he couldn’t buy it. This busted laptop Lin Fan had provided very likely couldn’t be fixed at all, which meant he’d be blowing 1 billion Euros on a pile of trash!

Weighing it all up, the optimal move was to back out of the purchase and cut his losses in time.

Of course, he could go the legal route and sue Li Zixia to get his deposit back. Under normal circumstances he’d have a decent chance. But his situation was complicated, because that would expose his kidnapping of Li Zixia.

The more he thought about it, the clearer it was: the 200 million Euros he’d just wired over were basically a free gift to Li Zixia.

Morgan Smith was so mad he almost couldn’t catch his breath, nearly suffocating from rage.

Lin Fan smiled. "Since Mr. Smith has voluntarily given up the purchase, the contract is void. Under the terms, the 200 million Euro deposit is non-refundable."

Morgan Smith’s face went livid. He ground his teeth, simmering with anger and regret. If he’d known, he never would’ve rushed to pay that deposit. Too late to regret it now!

Unless he could take Lin Fan down, point a gun at his head, and force him to return the money.

Lin Fan smiled. "I know what you’re thinking. Here’s the deal—I’ll give you a chance. No guns allowed. Let’s see if your men can take me."

Morgan Smith froze. Lin Fan wanted to fight his burly white guy bare-handed?

Wasn’t this the perfect once-in-a-lifetime chance to subdue Lin Fan?

Lin Fan was too arrogant!

Maybe because everything had been going smoothly for him, he’d gotten cocky. He actually thought he could beat that burly white guy with his bare hands!

That burly white guy was taller than Lin Fan by a whole head. And anyone qualified to be Morgan Smith’s personal bodyguard was definitely no ordinary tough.

Morgan Smith couldn’t help but snicker to himself. This Asian was basically begging to die.

On the surface, of course, he couldn’t show his delight. If this Asian suddenly backed out, that’d be a problem.

He gave the burly white guy a nod.

The burly white guy walked out and started closing in on Lin Fan.

"No guns—you said it yourself," Morgan Smith reminded Lin Fan.

As he spoke, the burly white guy had already closed in on Lin Fan and swung a punch. The air whistled around his fist—he was indeed one hell of a bruiser.

A punch like that would flatten any ordinary person.

By now, Rick had already collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, barely clinging to life and unable to speak. But his eyes said clearly that if he could talk, he would definitely warn Morgan Smith not to court death.

Seeing that burly white guy’s fist about to smash into Lin Fan’s face, Morgan Smith didn’t even have time to feel pleased.

The next second.

The burly white guy’s fist was already caught in Lin Fan’s hand. Lin Fan exerted a little strength.

Crack—bone shattering.

"Ah!"

The burly white guy let out a scream. His body involuntarily dropped half a head. With a bang, Lin Fan rammed his forehead into the man’s forehead, then let go.

Staggering back step by step, the burly white guy reeled, a huge lump swelling on his forehead. The world spun around him; at last he couldn’t hold on and crashed to the ground, losing consciousness.

Morgan Smith was dumbstruck.

Was what he’d just seen real? That powerful muscle-bound subordinate of his had been dropped by this Asian kid in a single exchange!

"I gave you a chance, and you blew it," Lin Fan shook his head, then drew his gun again and aimed it at Morgan Smith. "Since you’ve walked away from the deal, we’ll have to handle this kidnapping matter by Jianghu rules. How do you want to die?"