HLM -Chapter 1191 Two Paths

Wang Bo could tell that the bald man was the leader among them. He curled his finger, signaling him to follow into the bedroom.

Inside, the bedroom was a mess. Dirty clothes were scattered everywhere, but the walls, floor, and ceiling were all well protected. A little cleaning and it would be livable.

He looked at the bald man and said, “Buddy, I can tell you’re smart. This house will eventually become a foreclosed property. You know that, right?”

The bald man remained expressionless, his face cold. “No, I don’t know. I thought my friend bought this house outright with cash.”

That was a blatant lie. In New Zealand, no one buys a house fully in cash—this was just how they consumed, always spending in advance, using bank money to enjoy life.

Wang Bo didn’t bother arguing further. “What’s your name?”

The bald man said, “James. James Brewer.”

“Good. James, now you have two paths. The first is to stay here and wait for my colleagues to take you to the police station, and then my friend will see you in court,” Wang Bo said.

The man sneered slyly. “We didn’t know this was a foreclosed house. We had our friend’s permission…”

“Enough with those lies neither of us believe,” Wang Bo interrupted. “How about we test that in court?”

James stood firm. “Test all you want. We haven’t broken the law. To be honest, yellow-skinned man, you’ve probably guessed it. The owner of this house owes us money, and we’re part of a gang.”

Wang Bo shrugged. “Sorry, I didn’t guess.”

He had thought of this tactic before; he just wanted to bluff James into leaving.

James said, “We definitely won’t give up this house. You shouldn’t have interfered. Trust me, you’ll regret it!”

Wang Bo replied, “Fine. Then start by going to jail. I’ll send your accomplices there one by one later. Enjoy your stay.”

Negotiations failed. James was stubborn, so the matter would have to be settled in court.

They stepped outside. Wang Bo told the others to crouch down. One big man obeyed immediately, crouching in the corner with his hands on his head—honest as could be.

The others immediately showed displeasure. James shouted, “Hey, Brown, when did you turn soft?”

Brown grimaced. “James, don’t make it harder for yourself. This guy is the real deal in the South Island, the king of Sunset Town, a wealthy Chinese tycoon!”

James froze, staring at Wang Bo in surprise. “You’re the founder of Sunset Town? That super-rich guy?”

Wang Bo nodded. “Seems like I’m quite famous.”

James swallowed nervously. “Alright, sir. You mentioned two paths earlier. What’s the second one?”

Wang Bo said, “Gather your people and get out of this house. Don’t come near here again. As for the money the original owner owes you, you’d better collect it from him.”

James nodded. “Alright, we’ll pack up and leave immediately.”

They worked quickly, stuffing clothes and toiletries into suitcases. One even tried to take the TV. Li Xing was about to scold him, but Zhang Rui stopped him, shaking his head. “Let the electronics and furniture go.”

They left quickly, leaving the house peaceful and empty.

The four of them wandered inside. Zhang Rui looked out the window, beaming. “This house is ours? From now on, we’re homeowners?”

“Obviously,” Wang Bo nodded.

Zhang Rui flopped onto the wide sofa. Li Xing opened the fridge and handed out some beers. “Here, let’s celebrate with a drink for Brother Rui.”

“Except the previous owner or his relatives might still cause trouble, otherwise this is perfect,” Na Qingyang said, sipping his beer.

Wang Bo said, “Isn’t that obvious? This is a foreclosed house. If you expect it to be as perfect as a new one, would you get it at this price?”

Zhang Rui laughed. “Wang Bo’s right. Getting a house like this at this price is amazing!”

The house had about 150–160 square meters: master bedroom, second bedroom, guest room, and a study, all spacious.

The community was picturesque. From the window, they could see manicured lawns, gardens, a swimming pool, and sports fields—definitely a high-end neighborhood by domestic standards.

The remaining two villas were even better. Na Qingyang’s villa, especially, felt like a scenic retreat, with large gardens front and back, a grove, and a lake—perfect for hunting and fishing.

Zhang Rui was envious. “Damn, I need to earn more. Living here is real life. Compared to this, my apartment feels like a slum.”

Na Qingyang was pleased. “Brothers, I’ll reserve a room for each of you. Come here for vacations; we’ll hunt and play ball together. It’ll be awesome!”

Wang Bo shook his head. “Why not just go to Sunset Town? You could stay in the castle.”

“This villa beats your castle,” Na Qingyang said.

Li Xing said, “Not as good as my villa either.”

Zhang Rui said, “I think it’s far better than my apartment.”

After all, home is where the heart—and the dog—is.

The two villas were so spacious that four people living in them felt almost eerily quiet.

Na Qingyang scratched his head. “The castle is bigger, with more space. Why didn’t it feel so isolated and empty there?”

Wang Bo said, “Maybe because I have so many pets.”

He couldn’t tell the truth: the castle’s feeling came from its own aura. When he and Charlie first moved in, they thought it was haunted.

Na Qingyang decided, “Then I’ll raise a bunch of dogs too. Wang Bo, give me two of your Chinese rural dogs.”

Wang Bo said, “Dream on. They’re siblings. Separating them would be cruel.”

With the house bought, they could cancel the hotel. None of them had expected Zhang Rui’s first move in Auckland would be buying property, which made their month-long rental feel a bit long.

The Hong Kong owner was very happy to hear they were leaving, repeatedly saying goodbye.

Zhang Rui coughed. “Boss, what about the rent?”

The owner smiled politely. “Sorry, compatriots, we don’t refund here.”

Wang Bo frowned. “We discussed this when we paid. If we weren’t comfortable, we could have left and gotten a refund.”

The owner put on an innocent look. “Yes, but you weren’t uncomfortable staying here. You’re leaving because you bought a house.”

Na Qingyang said, “That’s unreasonable. We were asking if we could leave anytime with a refund, and you agreed.”

The owner shook his head. “No, I didn’t agree.”