Split the Money, Split the Money!

As for whether Reyes actually managed to fish that safe back up afterward, and whether opening it gave him a heart attack on the spot—that was no longer within the group's consideration.

Still, compared to the original outcome of being shot dead twice by an enraged Hobbs, this ending was certainly a bit better for Reyes.

At least on the surface.

"So, we're just not going to get back at Reyes? Let him keep getting away with it?" Roman, anxiously waiting for Tej to crack open that heavy safe, remembered this matter and blurted it out.

The moment he finished, Roman caught the looks from everyone around him.

Those looks... like they were staring at an idiot.

No, they were staring at an idiot.

"Hey!" Roman was baffled. "What are you all staring at me for? Did I say something wrong?"

"Not just wrong—completely wrong," O'Conner sighed. Roman was his brother-in-arms, after all; he couldn't just let him keep being foolish. "Actually, the way Reyes is now is worse off than if we'd just killed him outright."

"Why?" Roman asked, confused.

"Because of that hundred million dollars," O'Conner replied. "How much of that hundred million was actually Reyes's?"

"Uh... isn't it all his money?" Roman blinked.

"Even I couldn't just pull a hundred million in cash out of thin air," Zhou Yi interjected, peeling a tangerine segment to feed Gisele. "Cash and total assets—those are two different things."

"Exactly. And even if Reyes didn't save money, most of that hundred million wasn't his anyway—it was operating capital for his business," O'Conner nodded. "With that hundred million taken from us, in the short term, doing business is going to be next to impossible for him."

"A drug lord like him, everything he does is built on money. If he has no money, who's going to buy into his authority?" Toretto crossed his arms. "No money means no men following him, no government protecting him. When he had power and wealth, he held leverage over officials. Now that's turned into a hot potato, because he can't even protect himself anymore."

"Besides, a big chunk of that money definitely belonged to other people," Zhou Yi summarized. "Put all those factors together—even if we don't make a move on him, someone else will sooner or later. And his final fate will be far worse than dying by our hands."

"Alright, you scheming capitalists, can we stop discussing that drug lord who's practically dead already?" Tej, who had been busy for a while, finally found a chance to cut in. "Instead of worrying about him, how about you look forward to whether I can get this 'beauty' to open her skirt for me?"

As for that 'beauty,' naturally, it referred to the giant safe stuffed with a hundred million dollars.

"You've got this."

Seizing the chance to escape the awkward situation where he didn't understand what everyone else seemed to get, Roman jumped over to Tej eagerly. "Open it, open it! There's a hundred million in there!"

"Don't rush me, I'm about to open it, aren't I?" Tej waved Roman back, grabbed the fingerprint-coated film he'd already scanned, tapped a few keys on the computer, placed it on the fingerprint reader, took a deep breath, and pressed down while muttering "come on."

Two beeps rang out, especially clear and pleasant in the silent factory.

Everyone's eyes locked onto the safe.

Green.

A healthy, pleasing color—especially when it flashed on the indicator light.

"Danza Kuduro Lucenzo El rey La mano arriba cintura sola Da media vuelta Danza Kuduro No me canses ahora que esto solo empieza ..."

A strangely fitting song suddenly blared out, startling everyone. They turned toward the source.

"What, all staring at me? I know I'm handsome, but shouldn't you be more interested in that hundred million right now?" Zhou Yi laughed, holding a small speaker playing "Danza Kuduro" as background music. "Time to split the cash! A hundred million dollars!"

Amid the music, Tej shook his head with a smile and opened the safe.

His goddess had finally unveiled herself for him.

Stacks of tightly packed dollars spilled out like a waterfall.

Roman stood frozen, eyes wide, his brain short-circuiting.

Gisele instinctively glanced at Zhou Yi and found him smiling back at her. They exchanged a knowing look.

Han stood quietly to the side, chewing gum. He glanced over, got hit by the couple's display, and quickly looked away.

He'd had his eye on Gisele too, but Zhou Yi had made his move first. After some comparison, Han wisely chose to back off.

With this ten million, was he really going to have trouble finding a pretty girl?

O'Conner and Mia hugged each other.

Toretto stood still, watching the scene, a faint smile on his face. He looked up at the sky.

He thought of Letty.

Zhou Yi noticed this and guessed what Toretto was thinking, but said nothing.

Letty was Toretto's girlfriend, who died in an accident—at least, that's how Toretto and the others saw it. But Zhou Yi knew she wasn't actually dead. She'd been saved by a villainous organization, lost her memory, and was now working for them.

Zhou Yi had been looking into it, but hadn't found anything yet. So he decided to wait and lend a hand when Fast 6 rolled around.

Before this...

Zhou Yi paused, recalling something.

Later on, Toretto seemed to have gotten together with that police officer, Elena, right?

Mm... in the future, after Letty regained her memories, there was bound to be a clash of the Asura.

Aha!

That settled it—Zhou Yi was even less inclined to bring this up with Toretto.

A clash of the Asura was a scene worth commemorating!

"Split the cash, split the cash!" Roman whooped as he charged forward. "We're rich, rich, rich!!!"

"Don't rush," Zhou Yi shook his head. "We still have to move this money out... You're not planning to carry it yourself, are you? Without the right channels, this cash is hard to get out."

"Good point..." Roman thought seriously for a moment. "But that doesn't stop me from enjoying my ten million right now!"

"Ten million?" Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't it?" Roman's eyes went wide. "What, are you going to kill me and take the money? I see it now, I've seen through you, you're really—"

"Did you forget something?" Zhou Yi cut off the drama queen. "About a bet, a five-hundred-thousand US Dollar racing bet—we haven't settled it yet..."

"..." Roman froze, looking down at the pile of cash in his arms. For some reason, a vision appeared before his eyes of half of it flying away into the distance.

"Nooo!!!" Roman's miserable wail echoed through the factory. Everyone burst into laughter, starting to jeer and egg him on, eager to see how Roman was going to "definitely beat" Zhou Yi.

This song is really catchy—I suggest you give it a listen. I'm already splitting the cash. Here, here's your ten million US Dollars!