Those Who Should Run Are You

Zhang Heng guessed that his recent actions had caught the attention of those things. After all, he had been pulling surveillance footage from shops along the street, and that was impossible to hide. It had probably made them feel threatened, which was why they had spent money to hire a group of people to teach him a lesson.

In the eyes of those things, he was only a high school student. After getting taught a lesson by a bunch of street toughs, he should fully understand the cruelty of reality and would most likely obediently give up what he was doing.

However, they had clearly underestimated Zhang Heng's strength.

Strictly speaking, this was actually a double-blind instance. Zhang Heng did not know where those things had come from, and those things did not know that Zhang Heng was a player. Both sides were still probing each other.

"How much did the person who hired you to teach me a lesson pay?" Zhang Heng asked, looking at the leader.

"Why are you asking that?" the leader asked warily.

"I'm seeing whether I should spend some money to settle this." Zhang Heng said. He was, after all, half-rich now. When trouble came knocking again, naturally he should choose a more civilized solution.

"Three thousand. Enough to keep you bedridden for a week."

"Then I'll pay six thousand for you to leave, plus the information on the person who contacted you."

The leader exchanged a glance with the man beside him holding a wrench, then asked skeptically, "Are you trying to get our personal information through a transfer so you can report us to the police?"

"I can pay you in cash," Zhang Heng said.

"You have six thousand on you?"

"I do."

"Then pay first."

Zhang Heng did not waste words. He