Chapter 1688: Fat Sheep

The pretty boy handed over the drink, only to find that he hadn’t even opened his eyes.

“Hey,” he shouted, “I saw you move, you’re awake, right?”

Yaen Chi opened his eyes, red veins spreading through the whites, glaring fiercely, “Grandpa’s not awake.”

That was fucking terrifying!

The pretty boy almost pulled his hand back!

“Stop lying, you call this not awake, catch!”

He tossed the drink inside.

Yaen Chi took two sips, it was cold, and in this evening weather, one sip was enough to chill your feet.

“Hey, they took a look at your car, it can be fixed, but not here. They’re missing plenty of replacement parts. Inside’s broken. Might as well scrap it, out with the old, in with the new. Maybe the new one’s even better.”

Yaen Chi snorted, “Trying to jack up the price again?”

“You haven’t even given me what you promised before!”

Yaen Chi: “Account number.”

The pretty boy swiftly rattled off a string of numbers.

Yaen Chi couldn’t be bothered to enter them one by one, so he simply handed over his phone, “Enter the amount yourself.”

The pretty boy glanced at him, grinned, “Boss, you’re generous. You’ve really got a lot of money.”

Yaen Chi leaned back, shifted up in his seat a bit, “Call me Grandpa.”

“I’ve taken advantage of you all the way here, no way I’ll call you that, even if you beat me to death. If you’re tough, do something about it!”

The pretty boy input a number and turned the screen to Yaen Chi, “Is this amount okay?”

Yaen Chi glanced at it, then turned his head, gazing at the pretty boy under the harsh light, “Five hundred thousand is enough?”

“That’s just for bringing you out of the desert, I haven’t even asked for the money to support women.”

The pretty boy leaned against the car window, poking his head inside, wearing a cheeky grin, “Boss, your life is worth five hundred thousand. You’ll have to continue the installment payments later, or—”

Yaen Chi asked, “Or what?”

The pretty boy intentionally shifted his gaze, letting him clearly see the people surrounding them.

“I also have to support people, can’t do it without money. If you don’t pay up, you won’t be leaving here today.”

Yaen Chi immediately thought of that group he encountered when he first entered the desert.

“You’re with the Bandits?”

The pretty boy paused, then his lips gradually curled upwards, a grin slowly spreading from his eyes, “Ah, yes.”

Yaen Chi frowned, raised a finger, confirming the transfer.

The pretty boy, after receiving it, excitedly told those around him, “See that? Just a little scare and it’s in the bag. This guy’s a fool, doesn’t even know what kind of place this is and dares to barge in. If we don’t take a few cuts, we’re wasting a fat sheep like him!”

Everyone around started jeering, laughter and curses, holding women and talking trash, all mixed together, causing a commotion that could almost lift the sky.

But the pretty boy hadn’t relished his triumph for long before a sudden chill hit his forehead.

He froze completely, knowing without turning what that thing was.

His hand instinctively reached for his clothes, but caught a phone in each hand, fumbling frantically. Before he could think of a way to react, he heard the clear sound of a gun being cocked.

The barrel pressed against his temple, giving him a shove.

Beside his ear was a voice as cold as a specter, chilling to the bone:

“You’ve got some guts, daring to mess with your Grandpa, really think my money’s so easy to take?”

“You…” The pretty boy glanced sideways, despite the cold air, cold sweat actually oozed out, “Don’t act impulsively, take a good look at the situation, this place is full of my people, if you kill me, you won’t get away either!”

“Oh, really?”

Yaen Chi fired a shot.

Suddenly driven by survival instinct, the pretty boy dodged just in time, the bullet grazing his hair as it flew by.