Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

He finally witnessed the legendary superhuman abilities.

Although it was just a small test, it also proved that Eva was telling the truth.

Han Di hesitated whether to step forward and stop him, as Black Head was one of his men.

However, the principle of "might makes right" applies in Anda City.

He had given orders for everyone to obey Bai Weiran, but he disobeyed. Bai Weiran's punishment was no problem.

He hesitated for a moment, then saw Bai Weiran suddenly lower his hand, and Hei Tou, who had the gun in his mouth, instantly pulled it out. The gun was covered in saliva, and Hei Tou was so frightened that he went limp and collapsed to the ground.

Blackheads looked incredulous, drool dripping from the corner of their mouths, speechless.

"...The idea that the strong rule is outdated." Bai Weiran said lightly, twirling a pen between his fingers, creating a silver swirl.

"There are only so many things a person can do."

"Given your temper, you must dislike quite a few people, right?"

Blackhead was so frightened that he could only nod mechanically upon hearing this.

"Holding guns and knives is outdated. I'll give you a more exciting idea to play with."

As Bai Weiran spoke, he smiled and glanced at everyone.

"Others can listen too."

"You created a game together and worked together to promote it to more people, so that your enemies, their friends, family, and lovers would all play the game, spend money in it, and make money for you."

"They're still crying and begging you to update with new content, they can't wait any longer, and you're all high and mighty, listening to them lying on the ground screaming in agony—'Brother, please, brother, new version, new character, hurry up! I feel like ants are crawling all over my body, I can't take it anymore, it's just money, please take it, please, brother, update, brother! I'm begging you, brother, I'll kneel down and beg you, okay? I'll kneel down and beg you to take my money, okay?'"

Everyone: …………!

Han Di: ………………?

The butler monkey pushed up his glasses in surprise.

"Sir, the person you brought in really used to work in the gaming industry, judging from his tone..."

The inhalation was extremely pure.

Bai Weiran was still smiling when he asked.

“Tell me, what could be more beneficial than legally torturing your enemies, having them give you money, and then using that money to cleanly transition into a legitimate career, so that no one can ever call you a gangster again?”

Han Di gasped, and everyone else in the room gasped as well.

Holy crap, it's true what they say, people who read books are the real bad apples.

How could you even come up with such a terrible idea?!

Everyone was stunned and fell silent for a moment, including Dawei.

When Bai Weiran glanced at him, he had a sudden inspiration. Although he didn't like it, his survival instinct was strong.

His face immediately broke into a smile.

"Commander Bai, this question is fantastic! I love it! This daily life of solving problems is the life I've always dreamed of. Commander Bai's policies..."

Before I could finish, three large question banks appeared out of nowhere on my desktop.

The young man's smile was warm and friendly.

"If you like it so much, write more, don't be shy."

Bai Weiran thought: Who wouldn't like an ambitious yakuza student?

This gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

David: …………

Everyone: He's so vicious!!

Chapter Eleven: We Promised Not to Be Emotional

The young man on the stage spread out his hand, revealing hundreds of question papers and concept plans laid out in front of him.

They fluttered down, like snowflakes swirling around us.

David, sitting below, was no longer surprised by this strange sight. His face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and his gaze was unfocused, like that of a zombie.

The many young people around him had the same expression as him, like a copy-paste.

A group of zombies would actually be a good fit for a basement scene.

Shocking! A young man single-handedly caused three hundred robust youths to turn pale, become emaciated, tremble, and suffer from insomnia.

Bai Weiran clapped his hands, and the question books flew everywhere, landing with a whoosh and stacking into two tall towers on either side of him.

"Thank you all for your hard work."

"To have achieved this in such a short time, you all truly deserve to be called the elites of the Han family."

"To acknowledge everyone's hard work, we're giving you a day off so you can all get some rest!"

The young man nodded in acknowledgment, then turned and walked out of the basement.

Behind him, a whole row of people stared at him with wide, lifeless eyes.

Then someone softly uttered a sentence.

"……devil."

"He's a devil..."

One of the weaker ones covered his eyes with his arm, tilted his head back, trembling all over, and his voice choked with sobs.

"...Do you know what he did to me?"

"He made me rob passersby 2,168 times!"

From computer to mobile phone, I tested it again and again.

The feel of something is mysterious and strange.

The first person started it, and the second person covered their face with their hands and buried their face in their palms.

"He made me crash my car into stores 3,521 times!!"

The third person slumped in the chair, motionless.

"He made me fight 6,800 times!! He wanted me to show some fighting spirit!"

—Beat him until he felt like throwing up!

The fourth person had a grim face and a deathly pale expression. He clenched his fists and punched his thigh.

"...He wanted me to come up with 300 unique ways to rob shops on the street, with a logically sound design."

The first three people immediately glared at him.

"...Robbery method, that's easy!?"

For the Yakuza, this is not something that can be done casually.

"You don't know anything!!" the person being criticized yelled back.

"...I can't just rush into a bank as soon as I see it. First, I need to know the layout of the bank, the security design, and how to design a robbery that is difficult but not too difficult. Under this premise, I have to give him three hundred different ways."

Everyone understood instantly.

Holy crap, before we only had to think about how to break through, now you have to break through on your own.

It was tantamount to forcing him to design three hundred levels.

"...Anyway, I don't want to rob anymore." The fourth man pressed his thigh, his tone heavy.

"...Security work is really tough, why would you rob them?"

"...That's right, hitting people is really tiring, so why hit an old person?"

"I've run people over with my car and dodged the police thousands of times. It's so boring. I'm tired of this game. What's so fun about racing? Haven't those guys ever raced before?"

"Ha, only kids like to rob banks, fight with passersby, and speed on the road when they're playing house."

"...Let them try playing the game?"

The last sentence received enthusiastic agreement from everyone.

Xx

Inside the study, Han Di sat on his leather sofa, listening to the butler Monkey's report, and stopped cleaning his gun in surprise.

"You said the Han family has been unusually clean lately, with fewer criminal activities, so those who are supposed to keep them in check have nothing to do?"

"Yes, sir." The monkey glanced at him, his tone kind.

"Sir, watch out for the gun's position. Our Han family only has Miss Eva now. If you accidentally fire it, the heavy responsibility of continuing the family line will fall entirely on Miss Eva's shoulders."

Han Di looked down and realized that his hand had fallen to his side, and the muzzle of the gun was pointing directly at his groin.

He slammed the gun on the table with one hand.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me what happened."

For many years, Han Di has been trying his best to change the habits of Han family subordinates.

However, he could only restrain their behavior. His subordinates would sometimes cause trouble. Han Di knew that human nature was hard to change and he couldn't force them, so he could only turn a blind eye.

"The group of people under Mr. Bai's command took the initiative to beat up the person."

Han Di: …………?

"Not long ago, whenever someone brought up topics like drive-by robberies or gang fights, they would start punching people," Monkey said slowly, adjusting his glasses.

"They were of high rank and beat the people below so badly that they dared not fight back and complained endlessly."

Han Di was extremely shocked.

So you're starting to clean up your own mess from within?

What he hadn't been able to do for so many years, that young man actually did?

He was still using what he considered child's play methods.