Shen Bing glanced at his phone again, and the smile on his face deepened.
He had every reason to be happy! In just those few short minutes, the magical artifact that collected the seven emotions and six desires had filled to capacity.
Sorrow and desire, in particular, had shot up at a staggering pace.
The thing's collection range was only ten meters, and there had originally been very few people within that radius. But now these desperadoes had herded a huge crowd inside, packing them together so tightly they were practically piled on top of one another.
"I really should thank you," Shen Bing said with a faint smile. "But I hate being threatened. If you get the hell out right now, I can pretend none of this ever happened."
"Hahahaha..." A burst of unrestrained laughter rang out around him.
It came from the gunmen standing guard nearby. Most of their weapons were aimed at Shen Bing and his companions.
"Fifty billion dollars" had actually threatened them, even though they had complete control of the situation. It was hilarious no matter how they looked at it.
The white ringleader did not laugh. He was curious. Shen Bing wanted to thank him? For what?
But he also knew Shen Bing had no intention of explaining.
The words that followed, however, felt like an insult. "I honestly don't know where your confidence comes from, Mr. Shen! No, confidence isn't the right word. This is arrogance."
"Arrogance?" Shen Bing replied with a smile. "Heh. Why do I feel like I'm being quite humble?"
"Are you trying to stall, Mr. Shen?" the white ringleader sneered. "I don't mind telling you that since we dared to do this, we naturally had a way to keep the news from getting out. Powerful signal jammers are covering