Crazy! This Jiang Chuan was an absolute lunatic!
After reading that message, Zhang Songyang was a hundred percent certain—this guy was not right in the head!
Who in their right mind would send someone a real gun over a few hundred thousand yuan, just to make them fight an assassin?
Now Jiang Chuan’s intention was crystal clear: he’d already sent the assassin, waiting for him to show up, so Zhang Songyang would have to fight for his life. Why else would he have provided such a detailed breakdown of that Desert Eagle?
And even if, by some miracle, he survived, Jiang Chuan would find every possible way to finish him off.
But one thing still didn’t add up—why would someone like that fall for his scam in the first place?
The setup he’d used was so obvious that anyone with basic common sense would’ve spotted it right away. So how did someone like Jiang Chuan get tricked?
But there was no time to dwell on that now.
Staring at his phone, his Adam’s apple bobbed, his pupils were blown wide, and his face had gone deathly pale.
He had to give the money back. Not just that—he needed to apologize properly and beg for forgiveness. Otherwise, who knew what this maniac might do next?
With that thought, he quickly typed into the input box: “Big brother, I was wrong, I really was! I’ll transfer the money back right away. I still have your account info here—I’ll send it to the same account. Would that be okay?”
After sending the message, Zhang Songyang sat there, tense and terrified, staring at his phone, waiting for a reply.
…
Ding.
[Your bank account ending in 3078 has received a transfer of 400,000.00 yuan. Current available balance: 400,000.01 yuan…]
A bank notification lit up his phone screen.
Jiang Chuan looked at the transfer alert, then at the scammer’s message. A smile finally crept across his face.
He didn’t need to wonder what the scammer had done after getting the gun—it must have been quite a show. And he was absolutely certain the scammer, now knowing it was a real gun, had obediently returned the money—and thrown in an extra 50,000 on top.
Besides the 300,000 he’d been scammed out of, the parallel world’s Jiang Chuan had previously sent the scammer another 50,000—all of his savings from years of work.
Ding.
[Congratulations, Host, for completing the choice. Reward is now being issued: A private military factory in Oceania.]
[The factory is currently being established. Please wait a moment, Host.]
The reward had arrived just like that. Gotta say, the system sure worked fast.
After that, Jiang Chuan set his phone aside. He wasn’t planning to respond to the scammer just yet—let him suffer a while longer. Consider it interest for all the torment he’d been put through lately.
…
With no reply in sight, Zhang Songyang was completely panicking.
He wasn’t afraid of Jiang Chuan responding with something like “I’m going to have fun tearing you apart.” What terrified him was exactly this—being left on read. That was the scariest part.
Because he had no idea what Jiang Chuan would do next, and that uncertainty made his anxiety spike.
“Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT! What the hell does he want?!” Zhang Songyang roared, veins bulging on his forehead. He raised his phone to throw it—but reason stopped him just in time.
After all, if he broke his phone, he wouldn’t be able to see any replies from Jiang Chuan.
“I already sent the money back—and I even gave him an extra 50,000! What more does he want?! What else is he planning?!” Zhang Songyang clutched his head with both hands, curling up into a ball.
All he wanted now was for this nightmare to end, to go back to his quiet, peaceful life.
But just then, a thought struck him—a serious one.
What if… he’d been played by Jiang Chuan from the very start?
If he followed that line of thinking, it all made sense—why someone like Jiang Chuan would fall for his scam, and why he’d only chosen now to send that gun.
The truth was, Jiang Chuan had probably had his eye on him for a long time. But for some reason—or maybe just for the sheer fun of it—he’d deliberately let himself get scammed, playing the part of a fool.
Then, he sent the gun so Zhang Songyang would have to fight an assassin…
That had to be it. That was exactly how Jiang Chuan’s mind worked!
He was a lunatic—a reckless madman who’d do anything just for the thrill of the game!
Once that realization sank in, Zhang Songyang felt even more hopeless. Because he truly had no idea what to do anymore.
“What do I do… If that’s really the case, I can never escape his clutches. He’s going to—he’s going to toy with me until I’m dead…” Zhang Songyang whispered to himself in terror, his bloodshot eyes filled with dread.
Ding!
Just then, the harsh ring of a phone notification cut through the silent bathroom, making Zhang Songyang jump.
His hands trembling, he brought the phone up to his face and saw a message from Jiang Chuan.
[What’s not yours, don’t ever set your sights on—or you’ll end up dead in a ditch. Oh, and that Desert Eagle should feel pretty good in your hands. Want to keep it as a souvenir?]
Zhang Songyang broke out in another cold sweat, his whole body shaking with fear.
He was overwhelmed with regret—regret for ever messing with this madman, regret for swindling his money. He just wanted to apologize as quickly as possible, even if it meant giving up everything he owned.
“Big brother, please, can you just let me go? I’ve got about two million on hand right now—I’ll give it all to you, every last cent. Just please spare me. Oh, and—and I can still make money, I know I can! I’ll give you everything I earn from now on, okay?”
After trembling his way through typing that message, he hurriedly sent it off.
The reply came fast—less than a minute later.
[Don’t be so tense. It wouldn’t be any fun if it ended this quickly. Don’t you like playing games? I’ll play with you—properly.]
[And remember—I’ve got my eyes on you. Don’t try anything clever.]
Reading that, Zhang Songyang jolted.
It was over. Jiang Chuan had flat-out rejected his offer to buy his way out, and instead said he’d be watching him.
He definitely wasn’t going to let this go easily.
What now… what was he supposed to do…
Throwing money at him didn’t work. Apologizing didn’t work. Both paths were dead ends.
Maybe he should go to Jiang Chuan’s place in person, get down on his knees, and beg for mercy?
But that wasn’t realistic. He probably wouldn’t even make it out the door before the assassin took him out.
What about fleeing abroad?
No, that wouldn’t work either. Jiang Chuan was watching him. If he tried to run, he’d probably end up dead before he even reached the airport. A madman like that was capable of anything.
If running abroad wasn’t an option, he had to think of something else…
And then, in an instant, Zhang Songyang stopped trembling. A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.
He suddenly thought of a place—a place where he would be absolutely safe, where no one could touch him.
If he went there, even Jiang Chuan with all his power couldn’t kill him!
With that thought, he scrambled to his feet, hands shaking violently as he grabbed his phone and dialed three numbers on the keypad.
1-1-0.
