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Shen Kun illuminated Yang Bing with the beam of his flashlight, studying him for a moment before suddenly breaking into a smile.
It was due to the angle. Under the flashlight's glow, several wall seams that had been pried open were exposed.
Shen Kun tapped the window with the flashlight, but Yang Bing, lying on the bed, showed no reaction.
Shen Kun waved at the thug following him and instructed, "Open the door."
The thug hurriedly stepped forward to unlock the iron door. Shen Kun entered Yang Bing's 'cell' with a mischievous grin, cheerfully addressing the man on the bed, "Mr. Yang, are you planning to leave without saying goodbye? Since you arrived on Fortune Island, we have been at your service. Isn’t it a bit rude of you to act this way?"
Caught red-handed...
Yang Bing, pretending to sleep on the bed, felt a tightening in his chest. After a moment of silence, he turned and sat up.
Shen Kun swiftly raised his gun, aiming it at Yang Bing with a sinister grin. "Stay right there, Mr. Yang. I know you’ve served in the military and have some skills. If you make any sudden moves, don’t blame me for being rude."
Yang Bing maintained a stern expression and replied to Shen Kun, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about."
Shen Kun laughed heartily and shone the flashlight on the pried-open wall seams. He said to Yang Bing, "Mr. Yang, if you're pretending not to know, that’s rather pointless. Now please hand over whatever tools you have."
Yang Bing exhaled and opened his palm to reveal a nail, tossing it at Shen Kun's feet without even looking.
Shen Kun used his toe to kick the nail behind him and chuckled as he said to Yang Bing, "Mr. Yang, show me your other hand as well."
Yang Bing complied and opened his other palm.
Shen Kun chuckled again, lowering his gun slightly as he addressed Yang Bing. "Mr. Yang, your performance disappoints me. I’ve decided to double the donation you’re about to make to us. You have no objections to that, do you?"
Yang Bing smirked and stood up.
Shen Kun was startled and quickly stepped back, raising his gun once more to threaten Yang Bing. "Stay right there!"
Yang Bing paused, turning to Shen Kun and said, "Money is not a problem. I have an account in an overseas bank. Bring me the computer, and I will transfer the funds right now, but I demand that you let me go immediately after the transfer."
"Transfer the money now?" Shen Kun's eyes lit up. He turned to the thug who had entered with him, gun aimed at Yang Bing, and ordered, "You go to my room right now..."
Before Shen Kun could finish his sentence, two muffled gunshots rang out in the room. He felt a sudden jolt in his shoulder as his gun slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. The thug who had been following his orders collapsed to the ground, a bullet lodged in his forehead.
Before Shen Kun could react, Yang Bing lunged at him like a leopard, gripping his neck and pushing him against the wall. A mini handgun, resembling a keychain, was pressed against Shen Kun's forehead.
Shen Kun felt the heat of the gun barrel on his skin and shuddered; this was indeed a weapon capable of killing.
Yang Bing kicked the door shut and glanced out the window before coldly stating, "If you make a sound, I will shoot you dead."
Shen Kun struggled to breathe as Yang Bing tightened his grip around his neck. He blinked desperately at Yang Bing, making muffled sounds.
Yang Bing quickly turned Shen Kun toward the wall while still holding him by the neck. He bent down to pick up Shen Kun's fallen gun and pushed him into a corner behind the door. With the gun aimed at Shen Kun's forehead, he crouched down to retrieve the FN000 from the dead thug and tucked Shen Kun's gun into his waistband.
Shen Kun clutched his neck, gasping for air as he fearfully pleaded, "Mr. Yang, I'll let you go; please don't kill me."
Yang Bing stole a glance out the window before pointing his gun at Shen Kun and indicating toward the fallen thug. "Take off his combat uniform."
Shen Kun dared not question why Yang Bing wanted the thug's clothes removed. Trembling slightly, he hurriedly squatted down and stripped off the camouflage uniform, placing it aside.
Yang Bing moved behind the door, gun still trained on Shen Kun. "Drag him to the bed and cover him with a blanket."
Shen Kun complied without hesitation, pulling the dead thug toward the bed.
Having been shot in the shoulder and faced with a large corpse, Shen Kun exerted all his strength to lift it onto the bed and cover it with a blanket.
Once he finished this task and turned back around, he found Yang Bing had swiftly donned the combat uniform. With his gun aimed at Shen Kun's pitiful expression, he said, "I have a few questions for you. Answer honestly; otherwise..."
Without needing to hear what would happen next from Yang Bing, Shen Kun was already bowing deeply in submission. "Mr. Yang, I swear by Guanyin Bodhisattva that I will speak nothing but the truth; I would never dare to hide anything from you."
Yang Bing stared at Shen Kun and asked, "How many people do you have on the island?"
Shen Kun hurriedly replied, "There are a total of forty-seven people. Three were killed by those who escaped earlier, so there are forty-four left. We were attacked just now, and I don't know how many we lost."
As he spoke, Shen Kun glanced back at the person lying on the bed and added with a tearful face, "Now Mr. Yang has killed another one, so there should be forty-three people remaining."
Yang Bing calculated in his mind. The helicopter that had just flown away took eleven people, which meant there should be thirty-two bandits left in the Bandit Nest. With a ratio of one to thirty-two, his chances of winning were slim.
Yang Bing squinted at Shen Kun and asked, "How many people did you kidnap in total?"
Shen Kun grinned and counted on his fingers, "Thirty-two from China, five escaped, seven from Korea, eleven from Wa Country, fourteen from the Treasure Island, twenty-one from Palm Country, seventeen from Singapore, twenty-six from Zhu, nine from Annam, ten from Siam, and forty-one from Australia... Including the five who ran away, that's a total of two hundred ninety-eight people."
Yang Bing's face darkened as he said to Shen Kun, "You really have quite an appetite; it seems like you've harmed nearly all of Southeast Asia. Are all these people locked up in this yard?"
Shen Kun nodded eagerly and said, "They're all here. Actually, we wanted to make this last big score and then wash our hands of it."
Yang Bing squinted at Shen Kun and said, "Wash your hands? Are your hands even clean? Go out and gather your people; I want to call their names."
Shen Kun was startled and quickly tried to appease Yang Bing. "Mr. Yang, you can't handle so many people alone. How about I escort you to the door? You can find a place to hide first. Don't worry; we won't stay more than a week before leaving here. Then you can..."
"Stop talking nonsense! Do you believe I won't deal with you right now?" Yang Bing kicked Shen Kun hard in the stomach, sending his 'kindness' back to him.
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