Do Whatever You Want

The Arrest

Wu Fusheng worked quickly. Ten minutes later, the "Little Donkey" ringtone sounded again on Li Bai's phone.

"Four million dollars. That's already a ten percent discount. I want a ten percent cut!"

Although this was her first time taking on a job like this, and Wu Fusheng wasn't a professional, she could still find people with the relevant expertise under her.

After all, the black-market industry had strict barriers between different lines of business, but people moved between them, and there was always some overlap in professional skills and abilities. As long as you found the right people, the problem could be solved.

The big client only wanted results, not details. If they could deal with all these clueless thieves, the deal was done.

"Deal!"

Those who achieved great things didn't sweat the small stuff. Li Bai couldn't be bothered to haggle over how the four-million-dollar quote had been calculated, and agreed without hesitation.

Besides, four million dollars spread across a thousand thieves came to four thousand dollars per life. That was absurdly cheap.

In China, compensation for a fatal traffic accident started at four hundred thousand yuan, or around sixty thousand dollars.

"Keep an eye out for a text."

After saying that, Wu Fusheng hung up.

Less than a minute later, Li Bai received a text with an app download link and a set of login details.

He hadn't been in for long when a voice came through.

"Please send a tip!"

With a sigh of admiration, Li Bai tipped four million dollars to this trash livestream: no face, no singing, just hiding in the shadows.

Good thing Qingyao Demoness hadn't seen it, or she would have been crushed. She'd pulled out all the stops in her livestreams, performing "magic tricks," doing beauty treatments and makeup, and