I Want All Your Money

A black business sedan sped wildly down the narrow streets!

Bumping and jolting, the ride was anything but smooth.

Behind it, a taxi swerved recklessly, charging forward in hot pursuit.

An Yi had barely driven a car before, but thanks to his sharp reflexes and some basic knowledge of automobiles, he quickly got the hang of it.

On the streets, the taxi chased like a raging storm!

"Bro, there’s a taxi driver chasing us!"

The nervous robber in the passenger seat reported, peering through the rearview mirror.

The robber gripping the steering wheel remained calm. "Maybe they’re in a hurry to deliver a baby. What’s the rush?"

BAM!

The taxi slammed hard into the sedan’s rear.

The powerful impact forced the sedan to veer sideways, nearly crashing into the roadside railing!

Clearly, the person in the taxi wasn’t rushing to deliver a baby.

This was a blatant provocation!

"Damn bastard! How dare he hit us? Take him out!"

The furious robber in the driver’s seat barked.

His accomplice pulled out a gun and took aim at the taxi behind them.

BANG! BANG!

Two bullets fired—both missing completely.

The taxi didn’t even flinch.

"Goddammit, are you blind?!"

The driver, seeing his partner’s pathetic aim, couldn’t hold back his anger.

"What kind of crap is this?!"

"Bro, we’re out of bullets!"

The gun-wielding robber whined like a kicked dog.

Their gun wasn’t meant for real combat—just intimidation.

So, they hadn’t loaded many bullets to begin with.

Besides, they barely knew how to use it. Hitting a moving target wasn’t exactly easy for amateurs.

"Useless! Shake him off!"

The driver’s face darkened.

Just as he slammed the accelerator, the taxi behind them—like a drunk harassing a young woman—rammed into them again, sending the sedan spinning wildly, almost flipping over!

"Enough is enough!"

They were armed robbers! Even if this guy wasn’t scared, he could at least show some respect!

"My fifty grand is gone! Damn it! You’re gonna spit it all back out!"

An Yi gritted his teeth, eyes locked on the sedan as he stomped on the gas again.

Soon, the sedan also maxed out its speed.

An Yi’s taxi, however, was no match. Even with the pedal to the floor, he couldn’t catch up.

To make matters worse, he was running out of gas! Before long, the sedan left him in the dust.

By now, An Yi’s driving skills had improved, but the distance between them only grew.

His face turned ashen.

Not only was his fifty grand gone, but he’d also failed to catch the robbers and uphold justice! On top of that, he’d wasted half a day—another fifty grand down the drain!

"Tch! Couldn’t even fill up the tank? What kind of ride-hailing is this?!"

Just as An Yi’s heart ached over his loss, the sedan suddenly stopped and ducked into a narrow alley.

"Heaven’s helping me!"

An Yi’s face flushed with excitement. He floored the gas, executed a smooth drift, and came to a perfect stop.

Then, he burst out of the car in a frenzy.

A brown paper bag covered his head, and a combat knife gleamed in his hand.

At this moment, An Yi looked more like a robber than the actual robbers—but an aura of righteousness radiated from him.

"You have committed the unforgivable crime of robbery under the Law of Justice! Surrender now!"

An Yi declared solemnly, standing at the alley’s entrance, knife in hand.

WHOOSH!

Forty-something men wielding blades surrounded him.

An Yi took a step back and said earnestly, "Forty of you ganging up on a twenty-year-old like me? Is this fair? No, it’s not!"

"Goddammit! You chased us for twenty miles, and I thought you were some big shot! Turns out you’re just some punk kid!"

The leader—the sedan’s driver—had taken off his stockings, revealing an average face with one distinctive feature: a chin that looked like a butt.

Right now, he felt humiliated. His face burned, and even his butt-chin was flushed with heat.

He’d been terrified the whole way, thinking some formidable foe was after them. The repeated rear-end collisions had nearly given him a heart attack.

In a panic, he’d ordered his partner to call in over thirty reinforcements, ready for a life-or-death fight.

And yet, the person who stepped out of the taxi was… some idiot wearing a paper bag on his head?!

"Brother Chao, what do we do with this guy?"

One of the men asked the butt-chinned leader.

They’d robbed a bank. Getting caught meant the death penalty. And now, their faces were exposed.

There was no way they could let this kid walk away.

The butt-chinned man’s eyes turned icy as he raised his blade. "Finish him."

An Yi frowned slightly. "That doesn’t sound very nice."

Before he could say more, the forty men charged.

One of them swung his blade straight at An Yi’s head.

The butt-chinned man grinned cruelly.

Murder?

He was used to it.

A blood-curdling scream tore through the air!

The sunset bled crimson, staining half the sky.

The alley, neither too deep nor too narrow, was now littered with bodies—moaning, howling, a symphony of misery.

A man in a paper bag stood atop the butt-chinned leader’s head, pressing his face into the dirt as he drawled, "Where’s the money?"

"I-it’s all in the trunk!"

The butt-chinned man was scared out of his wits.

He’d never seen anyone fight like this.

Armed with just a knife, An Yi had taken down forty men single-handedly!

To keep them from running, An Yi had even severed a tendon in each of their hands and feet.

An Yi walked to the sedan’s trunk and, with his LV3 lock-picking skills, popped it open effortlessly. Inside were two bulging bags of cash.

Ding! Mission [Robbery] completed! Reward: [Devil’s Fund], Evil Points +30!

"Nice!"

How much was this?

Just as An Yi started counting, he noticed the [Devil’s Fund] had a notation.

Cash: 2,211,100!

[Devil’s Fund] Balance: 4,422,200!

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands… millions!"

An Yi’s eyelids twitched wildly.

Two million in the [Devil’s Fund] had doubled to four million! Absolutely terrifying!

Four million—just like that. It felt like a dream. This was a goldmine!

Then, An Yi paused, his expression turning serious.

A group this big, organized, and armed surely had more money stashed away.

He turned back, walked up to the butt-chinned man, and planted his combat knife into the dirt—just one centimeter from the man’s eye.

The butt-chinned man was utterly panicked now.

What else did this monster want?!

"Where’s the rest? I want all of it."

An Yi’s voice was cold.

The butt-chinned man trembled. "W-we gave you everything! We haven’t pulled a job in a while. That’s all we had!"

"Oh. Then you’re useless. Time to die."

An Yi raised the knife casually.

The butt-chinned man screamed, "W-wait! I remember now! There’s about three hundred thousand in my safe!"

"Good. Everyone gets a chance to buy their lives. No pushing—line up nicely!"

An Yi cleared his throat, his grin hidden beneath the paper bag.

Too bad no one could see the devilish smile on his face.