Chapter 56: Stopping a Bank Robbery
Chapter 56: Stopping a Bank Robbery
The employer’s genuine identity turned out to be Morishita Yamato, a Kashima High School student and captain of the basketball team.
This name left Fang Cheng feeling both unsurprised and bewildered.
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He’d long suspected Morishita Yamato wouldn’t swallow his pride quietly – the guy had clearly been biding his time to launch major retaliation.
Yet the revenge plot had simmered until now.
The bewildering part was Morishita Yamato actually hiring an assassin.
Their feud needed no explanation. Fang Cheng had publicly beaten him before his girlfriend and lackeys – humiliation few men would tolerate, let alone a hot-tempered musclehead like Yamato.
But was their clash truly worth killing over?
Fang Cheng couldn’t grasp Yamato’s logic. If the guy could wait this long, his anger should’ve cooled. Why resort to murder now?
Was he the type to grow angrier with time, regretting every moment of restraint?
When Takezumi Kei threatened Asaka Akihime, Fang Cheng already suspected Yamato. This confirmation merely prevented mistaken assumptions.
He hadn’t informed Kanzaki Rin precisely because she’d never approve retaliation against Yamato.
Not from concern for the musclehead, but to protect Fang Cheng’s secret identity. She’d undoubtedly interfere.
But the wealthy lady’s objections meant nothing to Fang Cheng’s plans – just background noise.
“Boss Lady, what’s your price for Morishita Yamato’s family background?” Fang Cheng called toward Tsukikage Hoshi’s room.
An irritated voice answered: “A hundred thousand!”
“Did poverty kill you in past life? Just rob banks already! Need me to case one for you first?”
He’d only asked out of courtesy. Investigating some school thug’s background was child’s play.
This swindler’s price-gouging reeked of shamelessness.
“Hehe, this humble one reserves pricing freedom.” The voice turned sugary. “Feel free to decline, dear customer. Kindly pay your tab on the way out.”
Tsukikage Hoshi’s dismissal was clear. She’d pegged this brat as a time-wasting client.
Fang Cheng noted her vanished hospitality. What merchant didn’t grasp bulk sales principles? Bankruptcy loomed for this greedy hag.
He flipped off the cottage before leaving.
Inside, a kimono-clad beauty stamped her foot. “That brat jinxed my business! Unforgivable!”
Bankruptcy curses normally rolled off her back, but coming from this cheeky opportunist? Infuriating.
Fang Cheng hadn’t voiced it aloud, but deliberately projected the thought for her to sense.
“Rage-inducing! Utterly rage-inducing!” Tsukikage Hoshi’s stomps echoed through floorboards as Fang Cheng crossed the courtyard scowling.
His irritation focused entirely on Morishita Yamato.
This muscle-brained idiot actually spent a hundred grand to have Fang Cheng killed.
After getting passed down through layers of outsourcing, only eight thousand reached Takezumi Kei.
That moron could’ve just paid me directly! I’d have let him stab me a few times and called it even.
Small knife jobs start at four thousand, big knives eight thousand. First stab’s on discount, second gets a deal, third half-price, fourth comes with free bonus stab.
Doing it yourself boosts that personal revenge vibe, no middlemen skimming profits.
Now the guy’s still breathing and all the cash went to brokers. Total lose-lose.
Fang Cheng grumbled his way to the counter to pay.
The girl took his money and tossed him a cat-shaped keychain. “Thanks for shopping,” she chirped, plastic smile in place.
Watching her twitching cat ears, Fang Cheng suddenly whipped out a dogtail weed from behind his back. He dangled it before her while making exaggerated meowing noises – he’d just plucked it from the yard, perfect cat tease.
The girl’s smile froze into dead-eyed hostility. “What exactly do you think I am, customer?”
Fang Cheng’s eyes dipped to her chest. “Flat-chested cat-eared chick.”
Her claws came up as she bared teeth. “Want some fresh scratches?”
“Let me find your sweet spot first, then you can claw me all you want.”
She wordlessly grabbed her phone. “Hello police? There’s a pervert hereโ”
“Tch.”
Fang Cheng tossed the weed and turned to leave.
“Come again soon,” she monotoned. When the izakaya door closed behind him, she stared at the fan-blown dogtail weed swaying nearby.
A snow-white cat tail emerged from her skirt, thumping rhythmically against the counter.
…
Ten minutes after Fang Cheng disappeared inside, Asaka Akihime’s nerves kicked in.
She’d visited Flower Street before but never noticed this izakaya. Stranger still, nobody glanced her way despite her loitering by the entrance – unusual for a girl with her… generous curves.
The automatic door sealing behind Fang Cheng replayed in her mind. In this monster-infested world, weirdness meant danger. Careless people didn’t survive long.
“Fang-kun… you okay in there?”
She kept checking the door until anxiety won. As she reached for the handle, it flew open – Fang Cheng nearly collided with her.
“The hell you doing?”
Fang Cheng asked curiously, “Worried about my safety?”
Asaka Akihime hastily denied, “N-no! I just wanted to see inside out of curiosity.”
“Try not to blush when lying. Let’s go.”
“…”
Asaka Akihime wordlessly climbed onto the motorcycle. As Fang Cheng drove them away from Flower Street, her mind remained blank throughout the ride.
The mounting pressure had forced her to numb herself through this vacant state.
When they passed a street intersection, Fang Cheng abruptly hit the brakes.
Caught off guard, Asaka crashed into his back.
“Ah!”
She cried out while clutching her chest.
Fang Cheng turned to stare at her in surprise. They locked eyes without speaking.
Just as Asaka thought he’d avoid the topic, he remarked, “Asaka… are you wearing padding?”
“Fang-kun, you’re awful!”
Her face burned crimson as she pounded his shoulders. She genuinely didn’t know whether to laugh or cry – since when had this guy become so shameless?
Fang Cheng dismounted casually. “Just reminding you there’s no need. Wait here.”
He headed toward a 24-hour ATM. Asaka’s flushed cheeks still hadn’t cooled as she glared at his retreating back, adopting the sternest look she could manage.
Fang Cheng first withdrew cash from Takezumi Kei’s bank card to prevent complications. The passbook funds could wait until morning.
When he returned, Asaka had abandoned her fierce act, arms folded in silent protest.
Fang Cheng remounted the motorcycle, gazing at the distant bank. “I just prevented a robbery,” he announced.
Startled from her thoughts, Asaka blinked. “How, Fang-kun?”
He sighed deeply. “Through immense self-restraint.”
Asaka Akihime: “…”
She felt completely lost trying to follow his logic.
Soon they reached Asaka’s residence – another shared rental area, but her standalone building offered slightly better conditions than Takezumi Kei’s place.
Though dropping her at the entrance would’ve sufficed, neither spoke as he escorted her inside. Had this not been a proper novel, they might’ve ended up in the bedroom.
Asaka fumbled for her key when the door suddenly swung open. A ponytailed young woman rushed out – Nangong Saye.
“You?!”
Nangong froze upon seeing Fang Cheng.
Thud!
Seizing her momentary shock, Fang Cheng struck first with a decisive punch.