Why Don’t You Rob a Bank Instead?!

"What do I want?"

Qin Yang stood in front of He Biao and coldly sneered, "Aren't you the one who came at me first? Why are you asking me now?"

There were droplets of sweat on He Biao's forehead. Even though Qin Yang hadn't moved, he could feel a huge sense of pressure coming from Qin Yang - something that was unprecedented for him.

Although Qin Yang was alone and looked peaceful and harmless, He Biao felt fear from deep within.

Not because the other party was competent, but because the other party—from start to finish—was calm and collected.

Qin Yang showed no fear at all in front of those steel pipes and armed watermelon knives. As an experienced person in the society, He Biao clearly understood the hidden truth behind this.

It meant that Qin Yang had never once seen him as an equal worthy of his attention.

'A freshman who was less than twenty years of age—was it possible to do this simply because he could fight?'

'Certainly not!'

Only an experienced person could be this calm, which meant that Qin Yang must have experienced such situations, probably multiple times, hence his calmness.

He Biao was by no means a staunch person. Therefore, when he encountered a situation that was beyond his control or triggered a person that was beyond his capacity, he would choose to negotiate.

It is an outstanding talent of his to be able to recognize the current situation!

"I, He Biao, admits defeat for this affair. What do you want?"

Qin Yang raised the corner of his mouth. "You surrender? That quickly?"

A painful expression flashed across his face—he certainly didn't wish to, but he had no other choice given that every man capable of fighting was still lying on the ground.

"Yes, I surrender. Say what you want, how are we ending things this time?"

He Biao said it very straightforwardly, as he consistently did. He would fight when he could, and admit defeat if otherwise. However cowardly it was, he needed to get through this one way or another.

'Well, he was the one who had dug his own grave after all.'

'Hopefully, the other side won't say something too vicious.'

Qin Yang knew how it worked with these people, and he firmly nodded his head. "Two demands."

He Biao let out a breath of relief when he heard him, as it seemed like this man was reasonable. He Biao had been afraid that he was going to continue the fight.

"Say it, I'll see if I can do it."

He Biao gave a conservative response first before immediately agreeing.

Qin Yang pointed at Zhao Ping on the side. "I've warned him before, but he disregarded what I said. Therefore, he should pay a price for it. You will break either one of his hands or legs for me; it's up to you."

Zhao Ping's face immediately turned pale as cold sweat showed up on his forehead. He looked at He Biao beside him and begged with the tiniest hope in mind.

He Biao was instantly put in a difficult spot. Zhao Ping was one of his followers; the meaning behind Qin Yang's demand for He Biao to break his hand rather than doing it himself was self-explanatory.

He didn't only want to break Zhao Ping's hands, he also wanted to destroy He Biao's prestige in the group.

It was common and understandable when a revenge attempt failed, but if all of his followers were injured, yet He Biao remained unharmed, and he even had to break the hand of a follower in order to save himself, how would anyone still respect him?

The people on the ground all turned their heads and looked at He Biao with complicated expressions.

"He's one of my followers, this demand is too difficult. Is it possible to change it to something else?"

Qin Yang smiled. "This is non-negotiable. It's either you break one of his hands, or I break a hand for every one of you. Since you like being a leader, you shall suffer with your followers. However, I shall warn you beforehand that I am quite strong, so you might not be able to recover from the injuries that I cause even if you go to the hospital. Carefully think about it."

He Biao's face turned white. Qin Yang was obviously threatening him with the intention of suppressing his might. You like being the boss? Now, you shall be it!

You like covering for your followers?

Fair enough, then I will crush all of you together!

Being a boss means you have to pay the price!

Zhao Ping's face also turned pale when he heard Qin Yang's demands. He knew that his hand was destined to be broken, for He Biao seemed to be out of options.

He thought to himself: instead of suffering a comminuted fracture induced by Qin Yang, he may just as well ask He Biao to do it—at least he won't induce a comminuted fracture, right?

Zhao Ping said aloud, "Brother Biao, I'm the one who started this. I will take the responsibility!"

Obviously, this was what He Biao wanted to do, but he couldn't just say it out loud by himself. If he did, then he would lose all of their respect. Now that Zhao Ping said this himself, He Biao had no reason to refuse.

Qin Yang already said it anyway: it's either one hand or two. This way, he's still helping Zhao Ping, right?

He Biao personally felt relieved, but still showed a face of fury and helplessness.

Well, it isn't easy to be a boss. If he agreed too quickly, what would his followers think?

The corner of Qin Yang's mouth slightly lifted as he listened to their conversations. He knew these types of people very well, which was why he had come up with such demands.

He Biao raised his head and grudgingly asked, "What about the second one?"

Qin Yang smiled. "The second request is super easy."

He Biao's heart skipped a beat as he sensed misfortune.

Qin Yang looked at the table and chairs, many of which were lying on the ground due to the fight. Quite amiably, he said, "You see, you not only disturbed our atmosphere and frightened our friends. You even turned the barbecue stand into this mess, all while we're having a pleasant supper—shouldn't you compensate?"

He Biao breathed a sigh of relief. If it was financial compensation, it was doable."

He Biao readily said, "Okay, I will give 1,000 yuan as compensation. Is that good?"

Qin Yang shook his head, his smile disappearing as he coldly stared at He Biao. "One thousand yuan. Are you trying to dismiss a beggar?"

He Biao, seeing how quick Qin Yang changed his words, found his heart abruptly beating. He asked in a dry voice, "Then how much would you like?"

Qin Yang coldly said, "You are the Brother Biao, the one who covers the commercial street. If I ask too little, would I not be disrespecting your worth? How about 100,000 yuan—not a single cent less!"

He Biao was frightened and said in fury, "Why don't you rob a bank instead?!"

The three standing behind Qin Yang were also shocked— hadn't these lads come to stir up trouble? Why were they being demanded financial reparation by Qin Yang instead?

Frightened?

Atmosphere?

One hundred thousand yuan!

Their boss is so awesome!

Qin Yang lightly rotated his neck and calmly said, "Robbing is illegal, whereas your compensation is legitimate. Of course, you can refuse as well- for 10,000 yuan per limb, starting with yours."

He Biao's face instantly changed—this was ruthless!

If he refused to pay, all four of his limbs would be crushed. If he ended up having four comminuted fractures, he may be paralyzed for the rest of his life!

Plus, Qin Yang had said he would start with him. This meant that for every 10,000 yuan deducted, he would lose a limb until all four were broken. Then, it would be his followers' turn. Even the medical expenses incurred by having ten comminuted fractures would be beyond 100,000 yuan.

He Biao looked at Qin Yang's cold face and knew with certainty that he was serious. If he wouldn't pay the sum, his limbs were doomed!

With resentment, He Biao grudgingly said, "Fine, I'll pay!"