4: Chapter 4: So-called professionalism means making wanted criminals your henchmen.

How heavy is fifty million in cash?

If it's in new bills, it's roughly one thousand one hundred and fifty jin.

Qin Feng looked at the red mountain of cash before him, then at the woven bag in his hand that he had just internally complained was "dead heavy." The corners of his mouth twitched violently behind his mask.

They really overrate me.

Earlier, to maintain his persona, his cool move of turning around and lifting the bag had actually only lifted a single corner.

If he really had to carry these five hundred-plus jin of "appearance fees" out by himself, he'd probably have to book an appointment with an orthopedic specialist before he even made it out the bank's front door.

"Does this screenwriter have a hole in their head? Do they not consider basic physics when writing a script?"

Qin Feng cursed inwardly, but on the surface, he had to maintain that unfathomable Grim Reaper facade.

Since he couldn't move it, he had to find a porter.

Qin Feng slowly turned his head.

His pitch-black eye sockets, carrying a piercing chill, slowly swept across the corner of the lobby.

Finally, his gaze settled on the man with the scarred face who was squatting with his head in his hands, facing the wall.

That was the "extra" who had just knelt to him. He looked quite sturdy; he should have the strength.

Qin Feng didn't speak. He just tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the woven bag and the man.

The meaning was simple: be sensible and get over here to work.

...

In the corner.

Gui Jianchou was counting ants on the floor, trying to calm his racing heart.

Suddenly, a chill like needles on his back struck him instantly.

It was the feeling of being locked on by an apex predator.

Gui Jianchou's whole body stiffened. He turned his head mechanically and happened to meet Qin Feng's bottomless eyes.

That glance was casual, yet it carried an unquestionable pressure.

As an old hand who had been in the underworld for over a decade, Gui Jianchou's brain immediately went into overdrive.

The big shot is looking at me.

The big shot is looking at the money.

The big shot isn't moving.

What does this mean?

Could it be that the big shot can't move it?

Impossible! For a peerless powerhouse who can suppress a gun's recoil with one hand like it's nothing and whose aura can cow the entire room, how could he possibly be unable to move a mere few tens of millions?

That means...

Gui Jianchou's pupils shrank suddenly. He understood!

This is a test!

This is an initiation rite!

How could an operation of this level involve only one person? The big shot is checking if I have the wits and the qualifications to be his temporary partner!

If I don't move, I'm trash.

And trash gets cleaned up.

*Gulp.*

Gui Jianchou swallowed hard. A survival instinct mixed with a strange excitement at being chosen by a powerhouse caused him to explode with incredible initiative.

"Bi... Big Brother! Let me do it!"

Gui Jianchou didn't even dare to stand up. He went directly onto his knees and slid to Qin Feng's feet like a nimble lizard.

The fluidity of the movement and the humility of his posture left the surrounding hostages dumbfounded.

"Big Brother, how could I let you do such grunt work yourself? Don't let it dirty your gloves."

Gui Jianchou had a fawning expression, but the movements of his hands showed extremely high professional standards.

He quickly pulled a rag from his pocket that he'd swiped from somewhere. First, he rapidly wiped down the handles of the woven bag to ensure no fingerprints were left, then he carefully propped open the mouth of the bag.

Next, he began packing the money.

His speed was extremely fast, and his technique was extremely steady.

Every bundle of cash he threw into the bag traced a graceful arc in the air and stacked neatly at the bottom, wasting not a shred of space.

In the gaps between packing money, he even used his sleeve to wipe the edge of the counter where Qin Feng had just touched.

Even though Qin Feng was wearing gloves and wouldn't have left fingerprints anyway.

But what do you call this?

This is called being professional!

This is called attention to detail!

Qin Feng looked at the busy figure at his feet, his expression behind the mask turning a bit strange.

Is the competition among extras these days really this fierce?

This money-packing technique, this counter-reconnaissance awareness—if you didn't know better, you'd think he was a career criminal.

"Not bad."

Qin Feng gave a faint comment.

To Gui Jianchou's ears, these two words were worth even more than that fifty million.

His face flushed with excitement, and his hands moved even faster. He even found time to look up, revealing a mouthful of smoke-stained yellow teeth: "Thank you for the praise, Big Brother! My skills are ancestral; I'll make sure not to leave any loose ends!"

...

Inside the bank lobby, there was a dead silence.

Dozens of hostages huddled in the corner. Watching this scene, their worldviews were on the verge of collapse.

That was a knife-wielding thug!

A tough character who was just about to pull a double-cross!

And now, he was actually busy working at the feet of the man in the clown mask like an obedient grandson, and he even looked honored?

What did this mean?

It meant this "Clown" had a terrifyingly high status in the underworld!

He was a Godfather-level existence!

"Too... too terrifying."

In the corner, the bank manager, Zhou Wenyuan, was trembling all over.

He looked at Qin Feng, who was sitting on the counter casually playing with a lighter, and the fear in his heart grew like wild grass.

That scarred face had been fierce and malevolent, but in front of Qin Feng, he was like a tamed stray dog.

This kind of aura, these kinds of methods.

If he didn't do something, would he be the first hostage to be killed when the police charged in?

No! He had to show his worth! He had to strive for leniency!

Zhou Wenyuan stood up tremblingly, his legs shaking as if he had just finished a marathon.

He took an unopened bottle of high-end mineral water from the tea cabinet nearby and shuffled toward Qin Feng, taking three steps for every one.

"Um... Gr... Grandfather..."

Zhou Wenyuan's voice was as thin as a mosquito's. He held the water in both hands, his waist bent at a ninety-degree angle: "You... please have some water... to moisten your throat..."

Qin Feng was sitting on the counter watching Gui Jianchou work, calculating in his head how to spend his five thousand yuan.

Suddenly, a bottle of water was extended in front of him.

He tilted his head slightly and glanced at this middle-aged man whose forehead was covered in sweat and whose combover had collapsed.

Drink water?

How could he drink while wearing a mask?

Take it off?

Wouldn't that blow his cover?

Besides, this was a live stream. If his face was shown, how would he go to the market to buy discounted eggs tomorrow?

"Not thirsty."

Qin Feng withdrew his gaze and coldly replied with two words, without even lifting a hand.

However...

*Clatter!*

The mineral water bottle in Zhou Wenyuan's hand dropped straight to the floor and rolled several times.

Immediately after, a warm liquid flowed down his pant leg, pooling into a pale yellow puddle on the floor.

He'd pissed himself.

A dignified bank manager had actually been scared into wetting himself by two words.

Zhou Wenyuan's face was as white as paper. He slumped to the ground as if his bones had been removed, his lips trembling: "I... I didn't poison it... I really didn't poison it... Big Brother, spare me... I'll drink it for you right now..."

As he spoke, he picked up the bottle, frantically unscrewed the cap, and poured it into his mouth, coughing repeatedly while tears and snot flowed freely.

Qin Feng: "..."

What the hell kind of act is this now?

I just said I wasn't thirsty, was that really necessary?

These extras are doing way too much. Are they getting paid extra for this?

...

At the same time.

Police Command Center.

*Bang!*

Zhao Shanhe watched this scene on the big screen and slammed the table heavily, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"Such strong counter-reconnaissance awareness!"

Zhao Shanhe pointed at the screen, his voice terrifyingly low. "Generally speaking, a person in a state of high tension will be extremely thirsty. But he refused! And he refused very decisively!"

"Why?"

The psychological expert next to him, Yun Zhiqiu, adjusted her glasses, her voice trembling slightly. "Because he's guarding against the water being poisoned. Or even... he's guarding against whether that manager is an undercover officer planted by the police!"

"To be able to maintain this almost cold-blooded vigilance under such immense pressure, to not even take a single sip of water—this person... is simply flawless!"

"Even more terrifying is that wanted criminal, Gui Jianchou."

Xiahou Dun pointed at Gui Jianchou, who was frantically wiping fingerprints, and gritted his teeth. "An A-list wanted criminal is actually willing to be his lackey? This method of winning people over is more terrifying than simple violence!"

"This is an organized, disciplined, and even charismatic criminal group!"

"Notify the SWAT Team! Do not act rashly! Until the negotiation experts are in place, no one is allowed to fire! This kind of person definitely has a backup plan!"

...

Meanwhile, in the live stream room, the number of online viewers had already surpassed twenty million.

Ranked number one on the trending list.

The title had changed from the initial "Debut of a Clumsy Thief" to "Desperado Godfather: That Time I Made a Wanted Criminal My Lackey."

The comments were so dense that the screen was barely visible.

"I'm kneeling! Truly kneeling! That manager really pissed himself!"

"You above me, your focus is so weird. Isn't the main point that scarred guy's fingerprint-wiping? That technique—you can't develop that without ten years of experience in a prison workshop!"

"Where did this Qin Feng come from? This vibe is incredible! That 'I'm just quietly watching you act cool' feeling is absolutely killer!"

"What kind of god-tier drill is this?! If this is a drill, I'll eat my phone screen! This is definitely a real-life underworld boss playing himself!"

"Don't call him Qin Feng anymore; call him Brother Desperado! This presence, tsk tsk tsk!"

"Who understands me, fam? I want to carry Brother Desperado's bags too, the unpaid kind!"

...

Inside the bank lobby.

Gui Jianchou finally stuffed the last bundle of cash into the woven bag, then skillfully pulled the zipper and tied a dead knot.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, climbed up from the ground, and approached Qin Feng subserviently.

By now, he was completely devoted to Qin Feng.

With this kind of aura and composure, following a boss like this meant he could walk tall in the underworld from now on!

"Big Brother, it's done."

Gui Jianchou lowered his voice, his triangular eyes flashing with excitement. "So we... withdraw?"

Qin Feng jumped down from the counter and reached out to adjust the mask on his face.

Withdraw?

Of course they had to withdraw.

If they didn't leave now, the real police would actually show up.

"Let's go," Qin Feng said succinctly.

Gui Jianchou immediately lifted the massive and heavy woven bag. Even though it pinched his palms red, he didn't dare make a sound.

He hesitated for a moment but still couldn't help leaning in to ask: "Big Brother, it's full of cops out there. Which way are we taking? Did you arrange a water route? Or..."

He glanced upward, implying if there were ziplines or high-altitude escape gear prepared.

Hearing this, Qin Feng stopped in his tracks.

He pulled an old, broken pocket watch from his coat.

This was a prop he'd found at a second-hand market to add a bit of vintage villain flair.

*Click.*

The cover popped open.

Qin Feng looked down at the hands that didn't move at all. In reality, he was estimating the time in his head: The police should have finished surrounding the place by now, right? Going out now would be perfect for getting arrested.

But in Gui Jianchou's eyes, this movement was profoundly significant!

Looking at the watch!

He's synchronizing the time!

He's confirming the arrival time of the extraction team!

"Big Brother, how exactly are we leaving?" Gui Jianchou was getting anxious; the sirens outside were getting closer and closer.

Qin Feng closed the watch cover and sighed helplessly.

I want to know how we're leaving too.

Anyway, it wasn't in the script. The director only told me to stall for as much time as possible.

Qin Feng raised his right hand and casually pointed upward with his index finger.

The movement was casual and lazy.

The meaning was: Leave it to fate.

However...

Gui Jianchou followed his finger, his gaze piercing through the bank's high ceiling as if seeing into the clouds.

In that instant, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck his mind, and his whole body shook violently.

Upstairs!

The sky!

Not the sewers, not the back door, and not a breakthrough!

It's a helicopter!

The big brother actually arranged for a helicopter extraction!

No wonder he's been so calm this whole time; no wonder he dared to linger in the lobby for so long!

So this is the confidence of a top-tier desperado!

"I get it!"

Gui Jianchou nodded vigorously, his eyes full of fanatical admiration, his voice trembling with excitement: "Big Brother is awesome! I knew we were flying out! See you on the rooftop!"

After speaking, Gui Jianchou shouldered the hundred-plus jin money bag and, as if injected with chicken blood, charged toward the stairwell with a howl.

Qin Feng: "???"

He watched Gui Jianchou's departing back, his finger still frozen in mid-air.

Wait...

What did you get?

I meant leave it to fate; why are you running to the roof?

That's a dead end, hey!

Qin Feng opened his mouth but ultimately swallowed his words.

Forget it.

Since the lackey is so motivated, let him run for a bit.

It's just a matter of climbing a few more floors before getting caught anyway.

Qin Feng shook his head and followed with his hands in his pockets, maintaining that unhurried pace.

His silhouette looked lonely, yet through the lens of the live stream, it appeared incomparably proud and mysterious.