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Shen Kun strode toward the window of Room One, where Yang Bing was coldly staring at him as he approached, a smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.
Standing before the window, Shen Kun smiled at Yang Bing and said, "Mr. Yang, I sincerely apologize. My subordinates acted thoughtlessly and accidentally harmed you."
Yang Bing fixed his gaze on Shen Kun and coldly asked, "You're from Mainland China, aren't you?"
Shen Kun paused for a moment before responding with a smile, "Mr. Yang, you’re not going to lecture me about national righteousness, are you? No need for that. I am from Mainland China, but the ones who have harmed me are also from Mainland China."
Yang Bing coldly inquired, "Are those who harmed you the same Mainland Chinese you’ve locked up? Coward! If someone has wronged you, go seek revenge on them. What kind of skill is it to devise schemes against these innocent people?"
Shen Kun felt his face flush under Yang Bing's questioning. He chuckled and replied, "You make a valid point, Mr. Yang. But do you think these people have done less harm? I will seek revenge on those who have wronged me; however, I first need to raise some funds from all of you. Mr. Yang, you are a well-known retail investor in Big Cancer Stock; surely you wouldn’t mind donating a few hundred million to me..."
Yang Bing let out a cold laugh and turned away toward the bed in the room. Without looking back at Shen Kun, he instructed, "Bring me some anti-inflammatory medicine and bandages, and food too—if there’s beer, bring me a case."
With that, Yang Bing comfortably half-reclined on the wooden bed, resting his uninjured arm behind his head as he smiled at Shen Kun, who stood dazed by the window. "Aren't you going to hurry up? If I die, you won't get a single penny from me. Make sure I'm comfortable; perhaps then I'll satisfy your requests. Don’t think about using torture on me; I've endured all kinds of torment before—I only respond to kindness."
Shen Kun was taken aback for a moment but then gave Yang Bing a thumbs-up before turning to leave.
As he watched Shen Kun depart, Yang Bing smirked and directed his gaze toward a large crack in the wall above the corner.
The mini pistol that Cheng Zhengxiong had given him was hidden in that crack. Ever since they revealed their true colors, the bandits had confiscated all personal belongings from everyone. The room was left with nothing but a wooden bed and a blanket. Fortunately, while the bandits were busy capturing fleeing Chicken Dinner Players, Yang Bing had managed to hide the mini pistol in the wall crack.
After gaining control of the situation, the bandits had not discovered that mini pistol in Yang Bing's room.
Now, this mini pistol had become Yang Bing's only trump card. As long as he could eat well and recover from his injuries, he was confident that he could use this pistol to hold Shen Kun or Charlie hostage. However, Yang Bing had not yet thought about what to do after taking Shen Kun or Charlie hostage. He already had too many concerns weighing on him: a compassionate wife and a daughter so adorable that it melted his heart. In the past, Yang Bing would have surely tried to fight these bandits to the death.
Before long, Shen Kun returned to Yang Bing's "cell" with two pirates. One of the pirates took out a key and unlocked the iron lock on the door, pushing it open and leaning against the wall with his gun while casting a sideways glance at the lazily lying Yang Bing.
Shen Kun walked into the room, grinning as he said to Yang Bing, "Mr. Yang, don't you think I'm very sincere? I've brought you the food and medicine you wanted."
Yang Bing scoffed, "Yes, very sincere. But I'm not in a good mood today and don't have time to chat with you. Just drop off the stuff and get lost."
Shen Kun chuckled a couple of times and replied, "Mr. Yang is in a bad mood, but I'm feeling quite good today. I think we can still have a chat. How about this, Mr. Yang? I won't beat around the bush—name your price. If it's reasonable, I'll arrange for a plane to take you home immediately."
Yang Bing sat up in bed and waved at the pirate holding the tray next to Shen Kun. "Come here and give me the food and medicine."
The pirate glanced at Shen Kun, who smiled gently and nodded slightly. The pirate stepped forward and placed the tray on Yang Bing's bed.
Yang Bing had been shot between his right chest and shoulder; it was a penetrating wound but hadn't hit any vital areas. With proper anti-inflammatory treatment and some time to recuperate, he would be fine.
With one leg draped over the bed, Yang Bing glanced at the items on the tray, grabbed a piece of bread, took a big bite, and chewed while looking at Shen Kun with disdain. "Shen Kun, if your IQ is running low, go recharge it with two dimes; don’t come here embarrassing yourself in front of me."
Shen Kun smiled and asked, "Why do you say that, Mr. Yang?"
Yang Bing sneered, "You think if I give you money you'll let me go? That kind of lie might work on children. Do you really think you'd let someone go before achieving all your goals?"
Shen Kun paused for a moment before chuckling and giving Yang Bing a thumbs-up. "Mr. Yang is indeed Big Cancer Stock's famous tough guy; your mind is sharp. Alright, I admit I misspoke. But please rest assured, we are not heartless devils who kill without blinking. Once we receive the money, we will call to inform the outside world of your location. By the time you are rescued, we should already be in a safe place ourselves. This way, there won’t be any mutual harm between us; I hope my explanation puts your mind at ease."
Yang Bing took a big bite of bread and looked at Shen Kun with a smile, saying, "Money is nothing but an external object to me. I don't care about it, but I will only hand it over to you once I am certain that my life is secure."
Shen Kun looked at Yang Bing and smiled, "It's great that Mr. Yang thinks this way. Money is something that comes easily to you. I heard you turned hundreds of thousands into billions in just three years, becoming a legend in the Big Cancer Stock. However, it's been two years since then; your fortune must have grown even more by now, right?"
Yang Bing chuckled and stared at Shen Kun, "You seem to know me quite well. How much do you want to extort from me?"
Shen Kun laughed heartily and said to Yang Bing, "Mr. Yang, don’t make it sound so harsh. You are our god of wealth; we just want to borrow a small amount from you."
As he spoke, Shen Kun held up two fingers and smiled, "If Mr. Yang is willing to donate two hundred million dollars to us, I guarantee you will be our most esteemed guest on Fortune Island. Whatever your needs may be, we will do our best to fulfill them, including women."
"You've got some nerve asking for two hundred million dollars! Why don't you just go rob a bank?" Yang Bing exclaimed, glaring at him.
Shen Kun laughed again, his eyes gleaming with pride as if to say to Yang Bing that they were indeed robbing him.
Yang Bing also laughed. He finished the last bite of his bread and said to Shen Kun, "Since you've already investigated me thoroughly, I might as well be straightforward with you. I have money, but not as much as you think. I could give you everything I have, but not right now."
"When will that be?" Shen Kun pressed.
Yang Bing smiled and replied, "When I'm in a good mood. By the way, can you change my bandages for me?"
Shen Kun's expression darkened; it seemed he had brought in a demanding guest who expected him to serve him…
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