Chapter 10

"Hands up, don't move!" Zhang Chen, wearing a black nylon stocking he had just bought from a street stall, raised a pistol and steadily pointed it at the bank employees, shouting with a fierce expression.

Of course, his face didn't have the same evil charm as Liang Kun's, but with his evil attribute maxed out, even through the stocking, he still made most of the people in the bank tremble uncontrollably and collapse to the ground.

Tang Yi and the others behind him were much luckier. After entering the bank, they first disabled the surveillance cameras, then without a word, they escorted the hall manager into the vault and quickly grabbed a few bags of cash.

The robbery was completed so quickly that everyone was almost disbelieving.

However, Zhang Chen understood the reason.

First, this bank was not in Mong Kok, so it was not within his protection area. Without Liang Kun's elite gang members and being far from the police station, no one could come to the rescue in time.

Second, all the major companies in Hong Kong had insurance with Liang Kun's insurance company. This robbery would cause the bank almost no loss, so the employees naturally valued their lives over money.

Of course, the most important reason was his "Eternal Evil" attribute, which made no one in the bank dare to resist, leaving them like meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of the robbers.

"Turns out robbing a bank isn't that difficult. Hehe, maybe I can try it when I get home. It might be a way to get rich," Wu Qi said with a smile.

Shen Ning immediately gave him a cold look, "Don't joke around. This is the 1990s, and it's a virtual world, so robbing a bank is easy. If we were in the real world, you'd probably be beaten up as soon as you walked into the bank."

Wu Qi touched his nose and laughed foolishly, not arguing.

Tang Yi frowned deeply, still pondering why they had succeeded so easily.

Zhang Chen wouldn't let him figure it out—though he would likely end up in a dead end—"Hey, we've got the money. What should we do now?"

"Buy some clothes and a new car. It would be best to find a place to print documents. In short, we need to look as much like rich people as possible... especially rich people who 'know the rules,'" Tang Yi said, putting away his thoughts.

"Alright, let's go buy clothes," Zhang Chen said with a smile. "By the way, do you know where to go?"

Tang Yi fell silent, his eyes rolling up like a dead fish. Wu Qi laughed dryly, scratching his head, unable to say a word.

Zhang Chen clicked his tongue, feeling a headache coming on.

Before coming to the Cube World, he was just an ordinary college student. After entering, he started as a penniless gang leader, poorer than ordinary gangsters at times, and when he had money, he was too busy to care about clothes, which were always handled by his subordinates. He knew even less about shopping in Hong Kong than mainland tourists who occasionally visited.

Tang Yi was clearly similar to his original self, and as for Wu Qi... he was a high school otaku, so how could he be relied upon?

Just as the plan seemed about to fail, and their farewell to Tang Yi seemed distant, Shen Ning stepped forward.

"I think I can help you," Shen Ning said.

Tang Yi looked at her with doubt, then realized that as a model, she should know a lot about this. He nodded, "I didn't expect your expertise in this area. It was my miscalculation."

Shen Ning's face stiffened, and Zhang Chen chuckled, "What kind of role do you see her as?"

It took more than five hours, almost walking their legs off, but Shen Ning finally dressed them in luxury brands they had never heard of.

The price was over ten times what Zhang Chen had imagined, but the effect was significant.

Tang Yi, originally a quiet college student, transformed into a cold, noble young man, drawing frequent glances on the street.

Wu Qi, the unruly high school student, became a charming, sunny boy. As long as he walked steadily, no one would see his otaku nature.

The most noticeable change was in Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen was originally wearing sportswear—originally, he had been in a costume for a period drama—which didn't really bring out his evil aura.

But now, in a suit, Zhang Chen's entire demeanor changed. He exuded a chilling evil aura, and the years of being a gang leader added a distinguished air, making him seem like a true aristocrat, flawless in every way.

Shen Ning paired herself with a long skirt but didn't wear it directly. Instead, she bought a professional OL outfit and a pair of glasses, walking behind the three like a personal secretary.

They also bought handbags and even a Motorola 8900, the first flip phone, which was still extremely expensive in 1995, only affordable by the ultra-rich.

With everything ready, the four of them went out and got a car. They didn't choose carefully; they just threw money at a Rolls-Royce—since they recognized the brand—and Zhang Chen, the only one who had driven before, drove around Hong Kong for a while, printing a bunch of contracts.

Most of the contracts were filled with jargon, but they had an official air, making people think they had connections with the mainland government.

After everything was done, they drove slowly into Mong Kok, near the tallest building, and soon found Liang Kun's company.

Shen Ning and Wu Qi took the lead. They had memorized the script Tang Yi had prepared. Entering the building, Wu Qi smiled and asked, "Hello, is your company's general manager here? Our boss wants to discuss some business with your company."

The receptionist was a young girl who had just graduated. Hearing Wu Qi's voice, she looked up curiously, her eyes sparkling with hearts, and her mouth wide open, "Um, do you have an appointment?"

"An appointment?" Before Wu Qi could speak, Shen Ning frowned and said coldly, "Our boss doesn't need an appointment to see the President of the State!"

Hearing a woman's voice, the receptionist's face turned sour, but when she saw Shen Ning's cold, yet alluring face, she deflated, pouting, "So what if it's the President of the State? Our Brother Kun..."

Before she could finish, she gasped.

Although she had close ties with the mainland, she was still a girl who had grown up in Hong Kong and knew little about the mainland. Thanks to Zhang Chen's insistence that everyone in the company learn Mandarin, she could communicate with Shen Ning and Wu Qi.

Just now, she had subconsciously spoken a long string of Mandarin, only now realizing that these people might be from the mainland.

So, the President of the State they mentioned?

She quickly picked up the phone and called Zhang Chen's secretary, "Hello, this is the reception. There are two mainland friends who want to see Brother Kun. They seem to have some big business to discuss..."

Wu Qi secretly glanced at Shen Ning, feeling secretly pleased, "My acting isn't bad. I fooled this girl so easily."

He didn't know that without Zhang Chen's years of effort, even if there was a receptionist, she wouldn't have understood what they were saying, let alone reported it so enthusiastically.

Soon, a young man with glasses came down. He was a high-achieving graduate from the University of Hong Kong, recruited by Zhang Chen with great effort.

"Which company in the mainland are you from?" the man asked.

Wu Qi whistled according to the script, "Ocean International. We want to discuss 'overseas trade' with your company. But our boss said he only talks to the top executive. No one else has the qualifications!"

The man, of course, understood the emphasis on "overseas trade."

The mainland had developed rapidly in recent years, but this rapid development had also led to many criminal activities, especially economic crimes.

Manipulating the stock market and illegal fundraising were rampant, and "overseas trade" in this special era represented something else.

Smuggling!

The domestic market, with its extreme thirst for overseas resources, had created a huge smuggling market, a big fat sheep!

However, this required a powerful backing and a reasonable channel.

Zhang Chen's development in recent years had been rapid, and he had dabbled in smuggling, with a strong backing, but the channels were lacking, so he hadn't made much money in this area.

The man wasn't stupid. He understood that Wu Qi was hinting at a powerful resource behind them.

This was undoubtedly an excellent channel!

The man made his decision.

"The company's director is not here," the man said, "But can you leave a contact number? When the director returns, I will confirm a time and contact your boss to set up a meeting."

Wu Qi nodded, reaching for his bag, but Shen Ning stopped him.

"Leave my number," Shen Ning took out her small, stylish phone and said coldly, "You'd better be quick. Our boss is going to the U.S. the day after tomorrow and doesn't have time to waste."

The man's expression didn't turn sour; instead, it became even more radiant.

"Rest assured, our company will not be negligent!" the man said with a smile.

Back in the car, Wu Qi screamed excitedly, "Oh, oh, oh, that was so exciting! We were in a gangster's company, and we fooled them! That was amazing. I'm going to record this history and post it on my blog before I die!"

The others ignored him. Tang Yi tapped his head, "If Liang Kun isn't stupid, he'll meet us by tomorrow. Tomorrow will be our decisive moment. We must strike with one blow. We don't have any extra chances."

Zhang Chen laughed, "One blow, that's all. Trust our skills!"

As he spoke, he glanced and saw two figures, then smiled, "I'm going for a walk. You guys go back first. We'll stay in touch by phone."