A Cold Farewell To You

The phone shop owner was startled by Yang Jian's almost eerily indifferent gaze.

But soon, he pushed Yang Jian away with a show of bravado, shouting, "What's this? Are you going to hit me? Believe it or not, I'm calling the police right now. I think you're a thief. You couldn't pull off a scam here and now you want to hit me? If you don't want trouble, get out with your junk. Otherwise, I'll have you arrested. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"Everyone, come quickly! This guy is selling stolen goods here! Call the police and arrest him!"

Not only did he want to cheat Yang Jian out of his phone, but he also wanted to frame him.

Someone nearby heard the owner's shouts and looked over.

Yang Jian finally understood just how malicious this unscrupulous merchant was.

"Boss, since you're asking for death, don't blame me for being ruthless. You like phones so much, huh? Then I'll give you another one."

A cold smile appeared on his lips.

Without a word, he picked up a phone and smashed it against the unscrupulous merchant's head. A faint red light emanated from his hand, and an eye on the back of his hand immediately opened.

"Crack~!"

Yang Jian struck the unscrupulous merchant's forehead, but when he withdrew his hand, the phone he had been holding had vanished.

"You actually dare to hit someone? I'm calling the police right now, you wait here, don't you dare run." The unscrupulous merchant was furious and picked up his phone to call the police.

However, he was guilty and hesitated, fumbling with the phone without actually dialing.

If the surveillance footage revealed his switch-and-bait scheme, it wouldn't be the young man selling phones who would end up in jail, but himself.

Yang Jian said, "Go ahead. I need to make a call too."

With that, he picked up a phone and dialed a number.

Soon, the call was connected.

"Melancholy Moonlight Flows Like a River of Longing"

Suddenly, a phone ringtone sounded, echoing in the small shop.

The ringtone wasn't coming from Yang Jian's phone, nor from the counter, but from inside the unscrupulous merchant's head.

"Ah~!"

The unscrupulous merchant let out a scream and collapsed to the ground in agony, convulsing uncontrollably. Blood poured from his nose, mouth, and eyes.

At that moment, he felt like his head was about to explode.

Yang Jian quickly ended the call and then picked up a nearby pen, writing down an account number: "I estimate that phone is worth ten thousand. Transfer ten thousand to me within ten minutes. If the money isn't received, the ringtone in your head will sound again. Also, here's my phone number. Notify me when you want to remove the phone from your head."

After speaking, he took the other phones and left the repair shop with his backpack.

Dare to cheat me?

I'll make you, you unscrupulous merchant, suffer a fate worse than death.

A good while after Yang Jian left, the owner, who had been lying on the ground convulsing and bleeding from his nose and eyes, fearfully crawled up.

He touched his head.

He felt like something had been forcefully stuffed into his head, like a foreign object. His head ached terribly, making him feel uncomfortable, as if he needed to open his head and remove the thing.

He looked up outside the shop, but the young man with the backpack who had been selling second-hand phones was nowhere to be seen.

On the counter, there was a note with a phone number and an account number.

Ten thousand yuan?

He had to transfer ten thousand yuan to this person within ten minutes, or the ringtone in his head would sound again?

The owner absolutely did not want to experience that agonizing pain of his head splitting open again. He quickly grabbed his phone and was about to transfer ten thousand yuan to the account number left by the person.

But just as he was about to confirm, he hesitated.

What if that person was trying to scam him?

What if that was just a coincidence, an accident?

If that were the case, wouldn't transferring ten thousand yuan mean he was making a losing deal today?

No, no, he couldn't transfer the money.

The owner took a sip of water and rested. Although his head still felt dizzy and like something was lodged inside, he felt much better than before.

He'd go to the hospital to get it checked later.

However, ten minutes later.

Yang Jian, walking on the street, did not receive any transfer notifications on his phone. He unhesitatingly dialed the number.

"Melancholy Night Flows Like a River of Longing"

The phone rang, and the ringtone sounded again in the owner's head. The painful vibration of the phone made him collapse to the ground again, convulsing, foaming at the mouth, and blood flowing from the corners of his eyes and nose.

"Ah~!"

Ten seconds later, Yang Jian hung up.

He continued walking down the street as if nothing had happened.

This unscrupulous merchant's life was now in his hands. Dare to cheat me? I'll play with you slowly.

A few minutes after he made the call, Yang Jian heard the sound of money being transferred to his account.

Ten thousand yuan!

At the same time, another phone of Yang Jian's rang.

As soon as he answered, he heard the scoundrel's voice begging for mercy: "Big, big brother, please spare me. I've already transferred the money to you, please let me go."

"Money? What money? I haven't received anything here. You must have transferred it to the wrong account. You have three minutes left. I'll call you again, but this time it won't be ten thousand, it'll be twenty thousand." Yang Jian lied through his teeth and hung up.

Come on, let's deceive each other.

The scoundrel had clearly tasted pain and quickly transferred another twenty thousand.

Yang Jian's phone rang again with the sound of a transfer.

"Big, big brother, I've confirmed the account three times this time. Did you receive it?" the scoundrel called again, crying.

Yang Jian said, "Yes, I received it. I won't call you for the next ten minutes. I'll call again after another ten minutes. It's the same old rule, ten thousand."

He hung up again.

What?

He's going to call again in ten minutes?

If he calls again, I'm really going to be done for.

The scoundrel in the small shop was on the verge of tears. He slapped himself.

Damn it, I deserve this. I shouldn't have been greedy for that phone. I've done this so many times before without any trouble, but this time I've run into a tough character.

He called again, wanting to beg Yang Jian to let him go and resolve the matter.

But Yang Jian didn't answer.

However, the little boss couldn't afford to play anymore. He directly transferred another ten thousand yuan and then called again. This time, the call went through.

What an expensive phone call.

Ten thousand yuan each.

"Big brother, please spare me. Come back, I'll return your phone, okay? Please stop tormenting me. Besides, I've already been extorted for forty thousand yuan," the boss pleaded.

Yang Jian said, "Boss, weren't you very arrogant before? You threatened to report me to the police. If you think I'm extorting you, you can report me now. I'm just shopping nearby. That's it. Next ten minutes, ten thousand yuan."

He hung up again.

Seven or eight minutes later, another ten thousand yuan arrived.

The boss's call came again. This time, he was crying even harder: "Big brother, I beg you. I'll kneel down and kowtow to you. You're a good person. Please spare me this time. I deserve to die. I shouldn't have tricked you out of your phone, and I shouldn't have been so arrogant. I'll turn myself in and go to jail. What do you say?"

"Going to jail is your business, it has nothing to do with me. I'm just doing business with you; I didn't force you to pay. That's it. Next ten minutes, ten thousand yuan."

"B-but I don't have any money left in my card," the little boss said desperately. "I've already transferred fifty thousand to you."

"It's okay if you don't have money. I know a few online lending platforms. Although the interest rates are a bit high, they lend money quickly and have good credit. I think they'll be suitable for you. If the money isn't in my account within ten minutes, I'll send you A Cold Farewell To You." Yang Jian said.

"Y-you're robbing me," the little boss's voice trembled.

Yang Jian said, "Don't talk nonsense. Robbery isn't this fast. That's it, my phone's call credit is almost gone."

"Beep"