170: Chapter 170 Confiscated

Amidst the peculiar sound of twisting metal, that luxury car worth tens of millions became a pile of scrap metal in an instant, looking like a soda can flattened by a giant.

The bulletproof glass shattered, the chassis collapsed, and sparks flew in all directions.

"Now, it's worthless."

Lin Fan clapped his hands and said in a flat tone, "Does anyone else have an objection to my judgment?"

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Everyone shut their mouths tight, even their breathing becoming cautious.

So brutal!

Destroying a car over a single disagreement!

Under Lin Fan's absolute Grandmaster pressure, no one dared to say no. Money could be earned again, and cars could be bought again, but if their lives were gone, everything would truly be over.

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.

Meanwhile, within his mind, the system was operating at high speed.

[Ding! High-value assets detected.]

[Modified Maglev Supercars x4, estimated total value: 80 million alliance coins.]

[Rare metal parts and vehicle-mounted Psionic Core, estimated recycling value: 40 million alliance coins.]

[Including the high-level Battle Armor, Spatial Rings, and luxury watches on these second-generation heirs...]

[Total valuation exceeds 200 million]

This was exactly what it meant to target the wealthy.

Lin Fan's internal calculator was clicking away, yet his face remained stern and professional.

These weren't troublemaking playboys; they were clearly wealth-delivering boys!

Having just arrived in Kyoto, he was worried about a lack of startup capital. Although he had money, that was his personal funds, and Lin Fan wasn't in the habit of subsidizing public accounts.

These people had delivered themselves to his door with hundreds of millions in luxury cars. What was this called? This was called fate!

"Very good, it seems everyone is being very cooperative."

With a wave of his hand, Lin Fan directly stored the remaining four intact supercars into his system space right in front of everyone.

Looking at the empty lot, Zhao Wujing's heart bled.

That was a limited edition he had saved his allowance for three years to buy, and now it was gone just like that.

"Alright, since the cars have been confiscated, let's talk about the people."

Lin Fan had no intention of stopping there.

He rubbed his chin, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the group of pampered heirs in their Armani Battle Armor and Patek Philippe watches, like a picky slave owner inspecting his livestock.

"Originally, according to the rules, you were supposed to be sent to a Military Court."

Lin Fan said slowly, "Once you enter that place, there will be a blemish on your record. You are all children of great families; you should know what that means, right? If you want to enter politics, the military, or inherit the family business in the future, I'm afraid it will all be affected."

Upon hearing this, the faces of Zhao Wujing and the others instantly turned pale.

Although they were bastards, they knew their families' bottom lines. If they really went to a Military Court over something like this and brought shame to their families, their old men at home would break their legs before Lin Fan even had to lift a finger!

"However..."

Lin Fan changed his tone, "This new department of mine has just been established and everything is waiting to be done. It's exactly when we're short on hands."

"I see that you're all strong and healthy. It just so happens I'm missing a few people to do odd jobs."

Lin Fan pointed to the abandoned warehouse behind him, which was overgrown with weeds and littered with trash.

"Now, I'll give you two choices."

"First, go have tea at the Military Court and, while you're at it, notify your parents to come pick you up."

"Second, stay here and redeem yourselves through service."

"Choose."

Was there even a choice?

Between going to jail with a criminal record and working, anyone whose brain wasn't full of water knew which one to pick.

"I choose two, I choose two!"

Zhao Wujing was the first to raise his hand, fearing Lin Fan would change his mind. "I'm willing to redeem myself! As long as you don't notify my father, I'll do anything!"

"I choose two as well!"

"Me too!"

The group of heirs scrambled to express their stance, afraid that being a step late would mean being sent to eat prison food.

"Very good, quite the awareness."

Lin Fan's expression instantly changed, a benevolent smile appearing on his face.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a large pile of pre-prepared cleaning tools from his system space: brooms, rags, shovels, sickles, and even a few old snakeskin bags.

Clatter!

These cheap cleaning tools were tossed in front of the young masters and ladies wearing high-end custom Battle Armor worth hundreds of thousands.

"Since everyone is so eager, don't just stand there."

Lin Fan pointed toward the horizon. "Before dark, clear out all the trash in the warehouse and pull out all the weeds in the yard. Also, move all that rusted scrap metal to the corner and stack it neatly."

"Remember, do it neatly and efficiently."

"If it's not finished by dark, or if anyone dares to slack off..."

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, his knuckles cracking. "Then don't blame me for being heartless. At that time, no one will be leaving; you'll all stay here overnight!"

Zhao Wujing looked at the dirt-stained shovel by his feet, then at his limited-edition tactical gloves worth 88,000, and wanted to cry but had no tears.

What a tragedy!

As the eldest young master of the Zhao family, when had he ever done such menial labor?

But under Lin Fan's predatory gaze, he could only pick up the shovel with trembling hands and tears in his eyes.

Ten minutes later.

The most absurd and surreal scene appeared in the southern suburbs of Kyoto.

A group of top-tier wealthy scions and daughters, wearing Armani Battle Armor, Patek Philippe watches, and limited-edition sneakers, were busily working in the abandoned warehouse, their faces covered in dust.

Some were bending over to pull weeds, their expensive Battle Armor shredded by thorns; some were struggling to carry discarded parts, panting with exhaustion; others were using rags to wipe dust-covered windows, wiping away tears as they cleaned.

"Hey, hey, hey! You, the blondie, I'm talking to you!"

Lin Fan had pulled a folding chair from the off-road vehicle and was sitting comfortably at the warehouse entrance, clutching a handful of melon seeds, acting as a supervisor while he snacked.

"Wipe that glass cleaner! Can't you see there's bird droppings on it? Ten points deducted!"

"And the one in red, don't think I didn't see you slacking off! If that pile of weeds isn't finished, you're sleeping in the grass tonight!"

Driver Xiao Wang looked at these heirs, who were usually high and mighty, now in such a pathetic state, and could hardly hold back his laughter.

"Chief, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"This is called labor reform."

Lin Fan spat out a melon seed shell and said solemnly, "It's also to let them experience the hardships of life so they know to cherish their current happiness. I'm helping them establish a correct outlook on life; they should be thanking me."

Xiao Wang laughed even harder, "Hahaha!"

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Fan teased.

"Nothing, nothing, I just thought of something funny." Xiao Wang was professionally trained—unless he couldn't help it!

Zhao Wujing was squatting on the ground, pulling at a stubborn weed with all his might while gnashing his teeth in his heart.

"Lin Fan... you just wait!"

"How dare you humiliate me like this. Once I get out, I'll definitely have my dad kill you, you bumpkin!"

Zhao Wujing kept his head down, the venom in his eyes almost overflowing. He thought he was hiding it well; as long as he didn't look up, Lin Fan wouldn't see his expression.

However.

He didn't know that Lin Fan had already quietly activated his Eye of True Sight.

In Lin Fan's vision, the name above Zhao Wujing's head was already a deep shade of purple-red, and the malice directed at him was as glaring as a searchlight in the dark.

"Heh, still an ungrateful white-eyed wolf."

Looking at Zhao Wujing's resentment-filled back, the corner of Lin Fan's mouth curled into a wicked, crooked-mouthed God of War-like smirk.

Want revenge?

I was originally planning to let you all scram after finishing the work, but since you have such thoughts, don't blame me for being unkind.

Lin Fan looked at this group of free labor working hard, rubbed his chin, and the plan that was originally just a prototype in his mind instantly became clear.

Cleaning alone isn't enough.

This warehouse is so big; if I want to renovate it into a proper base, the decoration will be a massive project.

If I hire a professional renovation team, it'll cost money and require going through approval processes—too much trouble.

Although these heirs lack strength and are clumsy at work, behind each of them stands a wealthy and powerful family.

The Zhao family, the Qian Family, the Sun Family... these are all prominent clans in Kyoto.

"The renovation materials are settled."

The golden light in Lin Fan's eyes flickered.