"What’s that got to do with me?" Allen Zhang cussed, "I won’t let you off without One Hundred Thousand Dollars! Either pay up or pay with your life!"
"I really don’t have that much money, all my savings amount to only twenty thousand dollars," the owner of the Hornet Recycling Station said with a mournful face: "If you really force me to hand over that money, you might as well kill us here and now!"
"Alright. Since you said so, I’ll grant your wish!" Allen Zhang took aim at him and fired two shots.
"Ah!!!" The bullet grazed past the scalp, and instantly little pits erupted in the ground. The owner of the Hornet was so scared he wet himself, clutching his head and letting out a shrill scream, "I have money! I have money! I’ll give you money!"
So now you suddenly have money, huh?
Allen Zhang looked at the Glock 17 in his hand, somewhat speechless; how could he miss at such close range?
I was clearly aiming at the thigh! How did it end up grazing past the scalp! And in the end, it only hit the ground.
He said with a stern face, "I’m not extorting you, I’m saving your lives! And by the way, compensating for my mental anguish and time management fees. I have a first-aid kit in my car, twenty thousand dollars for each kit, take it or leave it."
"..." The owner of the Hornet wanted to curse, but seeing the tragic state of his men nearby, he swallowed the words: their lives aren’t worth that much.
Feeling disheartened, he took out a bank card. "This has all my savings, a total of thirty-eight thousand six hundred and sixty dollars. There is also cash in the recycling station’s safe, ten thousand six hundred dollars, the code is 568878."
"Boss, how come you only have so little money?" One of his men felt a cold chill upon hearing this. There are several of us here, how is that enough to buy first-aid kits!
If we don’t get treatment in time, we’ll be done for.
"Fxxk! I go to the bar every day to drink, and hire Call Girls, it’s already not bad that I can save up this much!" the owner of the Hornet cursed loudly, "Two people using one first-aid kit won’t kill them!"
Allen Zhang snatched the bank card, swiped it on a POS machine he took from the car, confirmed the amount was correct, and nodded in satisfaction.
He then put on a benevolent smile and said warmly, "Hello, I’m an employee of the Green Word Shelter charity. Are you making a voluntary donation?"
"Huh?" The owner of the Hornet was stunned, not knowing what game he was playing this time.
But looking at Allen Zhang’s raised handgun, aimed at his head, he promptly nodded obediently, "It’s voluntary! I’m volunteering!"
"Very good, let me confirm once more, if this money is d to a charitable organization, there will be no refunds. Are you sure you want to all your assets, including a total of thirty-six thousand eight hundred dollars in savings, thirteen thousand six hundred dollars in cash, and a garbage truck, to a charity, contributing your share of love to help the homeless and disabled?" Allen Zhang recited from an employee manual.
If I’m not volunteering, are you gonna let me off?
The owner of the Hornet looked defeated like a frostbitten eggplant, forcing a smile, "I’m volunteering. I just like helping others, is that okay?"
Allen Zhang proceeded to swipe the card, handed him a receipt, and passed over the POS machine, "Enter your PIN. And sign here while you’re at it!"
We still have to go through the process, right.
I didn’t coerce or extort you, it was your own willingness to to charity!
This money isn’t mine, I will it to those in need.
The owner of the Hornet numbly entered the PIN of his bank card, watching as his savings were withdrawn to zero.
Thank you for your charitable donation this time, your good deed has helped many more in need!
Allen Zhang pulled out his phone, saw the notification, chuckled, and said, "Received."