Next time, just say you're robbing us

The clerk glanced at Wang Wenxuan as if he were insane, then turned and left.

Behind him, a teasing voice rang out.

"Going by what you just said..."

"Wasn't I already down to just a head, stubbornly clinging to life?"

"So I'm a real blockhead, huh?"

"What an apt description."

He clicked his tongue in wonder.

Wang Wenxuan instantly stiffened. Trembling, he turned to look at the iron-tower-like giant behind him and forced an awkward smile. "B-Boss..."

"What a coincidence..."

His answer was a sneer. "I wonder if you've been slacking off on your training lately. Shall we go outside and have a chat?"

"Boss!"

"I don't think you should do this. In my eyes, you've always been a complete halfwit-no, a man of great wit."

"I admire your wisdom even more than your strength."

"With words... with words..."

Wang Wenxuan had barely started before he faltered, sweating with anxiety.

Yu Sheng pondered for two seconds, then helpfully prompted him. "With words, you can march a thousand miles to deliver your head to the enemy?"

The atmosphere seemed to drop to freezing point.

Seeing his boss's expression grow colder, with signs that he was itching to act, Wang Wenxuan said decisively, "Boss, hear me out!"

"There's nothing in this world that can't be explained!"

As he spoke, he grabbed his boss's thick arm and pulled him aside.

The result...

He didn't budge.

His dark-skinned, brutish-looking boss eyed him in confusion, while Wang Wenxuan looked back innocently.

He tugged again. Still no movement.

He tugged once more...

"What's wrong with you?"

His boss finally spoke.

"Boss, have you considered the possibility that I want to tell you something in private?"

Wang Wenxuan looked a little awkward.

"Just fucking say whatever you've got to say! Sneaking around like some damn woman!"

His boss cursed again, his voice booming.

Wang Wenxuan sighed and quickly whispered a few words.

His boss, who had looked so imposing a second earlier, immediately turned his gaze on the silent Yu Sheng. His lightbulb-like eyes shone brilliantly.

"Really?"

"He's that fucking amazing?"

Sounding doubtful, he looked at Wang Wenxuan and asked for confirmation once more.

Wang Wenxuan nodded firmly.

"Fuck!"

"He's a goddamn moneybags."

Cursing, the boss shoved Wang Wenxuan aside, and his face began to contort.

One moment he looked like he was crying, the next he looked angry, and then he looked ready to kill someone...

Even Yu Sheng was a little bewildered.

Why was this big idiot making faces at him?

"Hello, my name is Chen Yimo!"

He hesitated first, then spoke solemnly to Yu Sheng. Afterward, he turned his head nervously toward Wang Wenxuan beside him and kicked him in the backside. "Quick, check. Am I smiling?"

Wang Wenxuan lost his balance and fell flat on the ground. He raised his head blankly to look at his boss, whose refined name was at odds with his domineering personality. Only after a long while did he offer an insincere compliment. "Boss, your smile is lovely."

"Good!"

Chen Yimo nodded in satisfaction, then turned back to Yu Sheng and spoke in what he thought was his gentlest tone. "Yu... little brother Yu, I won't say much!"

"We've got plenty of time ahead of us. If anyone wrongs you in Baichun City, tell your big brother!"

"I'll send a whole battalion to fuck those bastards up."

"Of course..."

"Well, if you have any business in the future, just don't forget your big brother here."

As he spoke, Chen Yimo raised a hand as large as a bear's paw and brought it down toward Yu Sheng's shoulder.

Without listening to Chen Yimo's words, anyone watching his savage expression and movements might have thought... he was murdering someone.

Yu Sheng calmly stepped back. "I don't like fighting."

"But I like making money."

His gaze was genuine and sincere.

Exceptionally resolute.

"Don't worry. Leave it to your big brother. If I can't get that money out today, I'll take your surname."

Chen Yimo thumped his chest with a resounding clang.

The same tone as Wang Wenxuan, the same gestures. Yu Sheng grew even more silent.

I... seem to have been a little hasty.

I really should have come alone.

Then I might have had a chance of getting the money.

"Sister An, will these idiots from the Reserve Corps affect our plan...?"

One of the team members took two small steps forward and spoke in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

An Xin still wore that pitiful expression as she likewise squeezed a quiet reply through her teeth. "Don't act rashly. Ignore them, take the money, and leave. Whether our team can replace its equipment depends on today."

Their expressions turned solemn at once, and they continued to maintain their air of despair.

Wang Wenxuan, meanwhile, got up from the floor, clasped his hands behind his back, and ambled over like a little old man to sit beside An Xin.

"Beautiful Miss An, what brings you here today?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"I have to hand it to you for that acting. I couldn't pull it off."

Like an old fox, Wang Wenxuan even put on An Xin's trademark sweet smile.

His eyes narrowed into crescents.

But on his face, the expression looked all wrong, even a little disgusting.

"I guarantee you, if you stop me from making money, there won't be room for both of us in Baichun City."

An Xin still sounded tearful, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked innocently at Wang Wenxuan, but her words were utterly icy.

Without a trace of fear on his face, Wang Wenxuan remained every bit the scoundrel as he slowly held up four fingers to An Xin.

With her back to the onlooking citizens behind her, An Xin shook her head slightly.

She held up two fingers.

Wang Wenxuan scoffed and lowered one finger, leaving three.

An Xin nodded.

Only then did Wang Wenxuan grin. "Sorry, beautiful. Wrong person."

"You're already so pitiful, and here I am making trouble. How awful of me."

Shaking his head reproachfully, he finally returned to Chen Yimo's side.

Just then, the clerk and a middle-aged man in a suit approached briskly from a distance. The clerk looked anxious and kept saying something.

"Hey!"

"Handle mine first!"

"Didn't you hear what my soldier said?"

"I'm down to just a head!"

"If you don't save me, I'm going to die!"

Chen Yimo stepped straight into their path like a towering wall, his voice booming like thunder.

The three Cloud Pattern medals on his shoulder stood as proof of his achievements.

Every one of those medals represented blood and sacrifice. Their wearer could even say, with complete justification, "I've shed blood for the Human Race. I'm a hero!"

And... no one would dispute it.

Yet here was such a heroic figure, acting like a thug and playing the scoundrel.

You're built like a fucking ox!

And you're telling me...

You're fucking down to just a head?

Next time, just say you're planning to rob us. It might work better, and it'd be easy to understand!