Chapter 3

Alright, although the ten thousand yuan was still legally his, Chen Yang knew deep down that it no longer belonged to him, no matter how much he was unwilling to let it go.

Numbly turning around, Chen Yang slowly walked towards the bank entrance. The security guard standing to the side looked at Chen Yang with a wary expression, as if trying to read something from his expressionless face, but he was disappointed. This guy seemed like an ordinary citizen, although his demeanor and actions were a bit strange, he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary.

So the security guard turned his head, shifting his gaze from Chen Yang back to the bank hall. At that very moment, a "bang" from behind immediately caught his attention.

Robbery!

This thought flashed through his mind. Having been a security guard for nearly five years, this was the first time he had seen someone dare to rob money right at the bank entrance. His face changed, and he quickly pulled out his baton and rushed to the entrance. The unfortunate young man who had been robbed seemed to be in shock, still standing in place as the black-shirted man ran away.

"Hur... hurry..."

Running up to the young man, the security guard was about to shout "call the police," but before he could finish the first word, his vision blurred, and the young man vanished.

"Wow, that's fast."

The security guard was stunned. The black-shirted man had already run more than twenty meters, yet the young man had instantly caught up to him. Like an eagle catching a chick, he grabbed the man's neck with his right hand and threw him to the ground, where the man rolled and screamed in pain.

"Damn."

The security guard was at a loss for words. This dramatic scene left his brain in a daze. He rubbed his eyes and jogged over to the two men with his baton.

Watching the young man pick up the stolen money, the security guard's mouth opened, "You..."

In the next moment, the security guard's body stiffened, his hands and feet turned cold, and he couldn't say a word. He watched helplessly as the young man picked up the money, as if nothing had happened, and walked away without a word.

It took a long time for the security guard to snap out of it, only when the black-shirted man's screams on the ground brought him back to reality. His back was drenched in sweat.

What kind of eyes were those?

Not angry, not scared, not relieved, not cold.

They were empty...

Completely devoid of any emotion.

No, the security guard suddenly realized, they weren't empty, but rather indifferent, like a human stepping on an ant. Would a human feel any emotion from stepping on an ant?

Suddenly, a sense of humiliation and anger welled up in the security guard, but it was mixed with a feeling of having narrowly escaped death. He knew he would never forget that look, even though others would likely dismiss it as an illusion.

On the other side, Chen Yang, who had already turned down several streets, was enduring the punishment inflicted by his right hand. With each step, the pain from his feet made him feel like he was walking on fire. Each step caused his whole body to tremble, his teeth chattered, and cold sweat poured down his face.

This was punishment for his carelessness. According to his right hand, this level of pain was the minimum.

Chen Yang knew it was true. If not for his right hand controlling his body, he would have had no chance of catching the robber, let alone getting the money back. He had never even killed a chicken, let alone fought a strong and robust robber.

Getting the money back was something to be happy about, but Chen Yang would rather have lost the ten thousand yuan than endure this inhuman pain.

Human tolerance for pain has its limits. Once that limit is exceeded, the body goes into a state of unconsciousness to escape the pain. However, with the unknown creature controlling Chen Yang's central nervous system and other organs, he could only endure the pain while fully conscious.

So, walking down the sunlit street felt like hell to Chen Yang.

Fortunately, this punishment lasted only ten seconds. Despite the feeling of an eternity, he managed to endure it. His right hand showed "mercy" and allowed him to rest for a minute on the street.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Breathing heavily, Chen Yang's hair was drenched in sweat, and his face was covered with dried sweat marks. His eyes, bloodshot from the pain, were fixed on the ground.

"If you make the same mistake again, the punishment will be extended to twenty seconds..."

The voice from his right hand's bones directly reached his eardrums. Chen Yang's body trembled, and he dared not utter a word of protest, continuing on to his next destination.

His next destination was a second-hand market, a well-known place in the third ring road, where you could find everything from furniture to appliances.

But why was he going there? He didn't know.

What he did know was that he was definitely going to spend money. Chen Yang touched the wad of cash in his pocket, which was certain.

As it turned out, Chen Yang's guess was correct. Under the continuous commands from his right hand, his mouth opened wider and wider. Look at what he bought: a 19-inch monitor, two 27-inch monitors, a computer case, a used graphics card, and various electronic products.

Though they were all second-hand, it still cost him over three thousand yuan. What puzzled Chen Yang even more was that the unknown creature in his right hand seemed to have a unique perspective on these electronic devices. Monitors and graphics cards that Chen Yang thought were good were rejected after his right hand touched them, and he chose items that looked less impressive.

Chen Yang didn't dare to say it out loud, but he inwardly scoffed.

His right hand seemed to sense Chen Yang's emotions and gave him a sudden jolt of pain as punishment, then said coolly, "Human, the best things aren't always the most useful. Only what suits your needs is the best. Besides, with your financial situation, which is below the average income level, what ability do you have to buy the best things?"

Oh, so it's my fault?

I'm really sorry and apologetic for my income level.

This thought flashed through his mind, and Chen Yang quickly cleared his head. He didn't want to receive another punishment.

After that, Chen Yang, under the direct instructions of his right hand, wandered into a hardware market and bought a drill, a hammer capable of drilling through concrete and stone, and various cables, screwdrivers, nails, pipes, metal sheets, and other miscellaneous items. It was like he was collecting junk, and the sheer amount of these items made Chen Yang's scalp tingle.

Finally, after spending over nine thousand yuan, the疯狂的购物行动才宣告结束。

Chen Yang's lips trembled as he looked at the pile of miscellaneous items. With no other choice, he followed the owner's suggestion and called a minivan, paying 150 yuan for the transportation fee to get everything to his small house.

The driver wouldn't help with the unloading, so after receiving the money, he drove away, leaving Chen Yang to stare dejectedly at the pile of goods at his doorstep. He sighed.

"Human, you have ten minutes to move everything to the basement."

"The basement?"

Chen Yang was not surprised by the ten-minute limit but by the mention of the basement. There was indeed a basement, located under the stairs on the first floor. It usually stored some miscellaneous items, and Chen Yang hadn't been down there in a long time.

"You have only ten minutes..."

The right hand reiterated the time limit.

Chen Yang didn't dare to delay. He quickly found the basement key from a large bunch of keys, ran to open the basement door, and, pinching his nose to avoid the foul smell, turned on the basement light.

Thankfully, the long-unused incandescent light didn't malfunction and emitted the usual dim yellow light, illuminating the entire basement, which was about a hundred square meters.

Wood, cement bags, unused furniture, and various garbage bags—this was the true face of the basement.

Chen Yang immediately had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the next moment—

"Human, clean up this place after you move everything."

Damn, how long will it take to clean such a large area?

Chen Yang's face, which had just regained some color, turned pale again.

He returned to the doorway, dejected, and began moving the goods.

"Uh, Mr. Chen..."

A soft, surprised voice came from the doorway.