Feng Sixi's narrowed eyes blazed with murderous crimson, like a beast on the verge of losing control, its sharp claws and fangs ready to tear apart these people who had provoked him without mercy.
The debt collectors involuntarily stepped back—several of them couldn't withstand his aura, so much so that even their demand for payment lacked conviction: "Y-you… regardless, you must return that twenty million, or else… we'll make your life a living hell from now on!"
Feng Sixi had no intention of being courteous with them. He spoke coldly: "You all know very well how that IOU was signed. Five million—not a cent more."
"Impossible!" the leader snarled furiously. "You owe us twenty million, and you'll pay every last cent!"
Feng Sixi rolled his neck, a cold, thin smile playing at his lips: "Then let's see if you have the lives to collect that twenty million."
The murderous aura radiating from him was no joke. These men had dealt with the most vicious and desperate criminals their entire careers, yet never had they felt such terrifying danger from anyone.
It was as if Feng Sixi's words would be carried out to the letter, that once they came today, they would never leave.
Yan Yang noticed these men's legs trembling like sieves and couldn't help but remind them: "This man never goes back on his word. You'd better think carefully—don't throw away your own lives just to collect a debt for your boss."
Startled at being looked down upon by a woman, a few of the bolder ones still tried to bluster: "There are so many of us—are we really afraid of one man?!"
Yan Yang shrugged: "If you want to try, then go ahead and try—Sixi, don't be too rough. Just give them a little warning."
His name rolled off her lips with an intimate, soft sweetness that could melt a person's bones.
Feng Sixi's lowered lashes cast heavy shadows over his eyelids, concealing every emotion in his eyes.
The name Feng Sixi had clung to him throughout the five years he was trafficked, secretly carved into his memory, only dared to be taken out and savored in the dead of night.
Deep in those remote, backward mountains, a young, bewildered child in tattered clothes had been enslaved, tormented, his dignity and personhood ground to dust.
During those years, the life this name represented had gradually drifted away from him, becoming foreign. Perhaps a few more years and he would have forgotten where he came from, forgotten that he had once been his parents' most beloved child, and then grown numb, resigned to his fate, his very soul bound to that ignorant, feudal place.
Later, he was rescued and brought back to the Feng family.
At first, his parents cherished and treasured the child they had lost and regained.
His mother would call him softly every day: "Sixi."
But that affection gradually faded. Compared to a child who at ten years old had never received a formal education, could barely speak properly, and possessed none of the bearing expected of a young master of high society, Feng Lidong was clearly the one who could make their parents proud.
Feng Sixi couldn't remember when it started—his parents' contact and companionship with him grew fewer and fewer, until they became cold and distant to each other. Now… it had been a long time since he'd heard anyone call his name with such a tone.
"Sixi?"
Yan Yang noticed he remained unresponsive for a long time and softly called out again in confusion, her murmur like a lover's whisper—like a fluffy kitten's tail that caught him off guard and brushed against the tip of his heart.
Feng Sixi steadied his gaze and looked once more at these debt collectors, his eyes darker than before and his expression colder. "I'll give you one last chance. Take the five million and report back, or leave your lives in my hands. The choice is yours."
The men exchanged glances, as if weighing their options—at the very least, they could take part of the money back first and deal with the rest slowly.
"You… you'd better pay back the five million first!"
Feng Sixi pulled out a bank card. "I have one million here. The rest will be paid in full within a week."
Yan Yang figured this one million was the money Feng Sixi had earned from mining today. He worked fast—he'd just mined a few cryptocurrency coins and had already converted them all into cash.
Though these coins were indeed valuable on the market right now; once listed, buyers would snap them up quickly, since no one knew how high the price might climb.
"Fine. We'll come back for the rest in a few days."
The men took the card and left swiftly, clearly having weighed their options—with their skills, they probably couldn't take Feng Sixi on anyway. Next time they came, it wouldn't just be the few of them.
Yan Yang raised an eyebrow lightly.
Too bad. The path he wanted to take—mining to earn money—she had already blocked off for him. In a few days, Feng Sixi would still be a poor man, and that was when he'd need her help…
Boss Yan thought with satisfaction that maybe she really could try the experience of keeping this arch-villain as her sugar baby.
"I'll pay you back the money I owe you as soon as possible."
Feng Sixi gave Yan Yang a deep look. After a moment, he turned coldly and mercilessly toward the guest room, leaving Yan Yang with nothing but an utterly indifferent view of the back of his head.
Tsk…
Let's see how long you can hold out.
Yan Yang let out a big yawn. She was too sleepy—whatever needed to be done could wait until tomorrow.
…
Feng Sixi noticed it.
In the process of mining, it was as if someone was deliberately targeting him. Every time his algorithm system was about to crack the answer and find that hidden cryptocurrency in the vast network of the digital world, another hand would reach out faster and forcibly snatch it away from him.
What Yan Yang didn't know was that Feng Sixi's algorithm system had also been developed for mobile—it could be operated on any portable device. So he had stayed up nearly the entire night, continuously making new attempts.
If he were willing to sell this system, he would instantly rise to become a newly wealthy tycoon.
But he would never hand such a thing over to those with insatiable, greedy desires. Instead, he wanted to use all of it to create enough power to destroy the world.
This filthy, dark, lightless world—what use was keeping it?
Better to cleanse it with the simplest, most direct method, letting sin return to destruction…
Only, his plan had barely begun before it was nearly shattered.
Who could accomplish something like this?
His cold, dark gaze seemed to bore through the wall into the other room.
And the person on that bed was sleeping soundly…
Yan Yang had a good night's sleep and woke up refreshed. When she met Feng Sixi in the dining room, she greeted him warmly: "Good morning, Sixi."
Since last night, her way of addressing him had changed—familiar and natural, as if she had called him that a thousand times before.
Feng Sixi did not respond, only fixing her with a scrutinizing gaze as she sat down, and said coldly, "I'll need to borrow your computer again today."
Yan Yang nodded without hesitation. "Use it as you please!"
If you manage to mine another Bitcoin out of that, I'll eat my words!