C21 Money Appeared!

Carter Zhang doubted his own ears.

Was this guy really that brazen, coming to demand money with just a snake skin bag in hand?

Sienna's gaze on Westley was complex.

Initially, she had thought Westley had returned, conscience-stricken, to rescue her.

Little did she expect that his eyes were solely on the money!

"Take this kid down."

Carter, seething with rage, hoisted up his pants, his flesh quivering with fury.

At his command, the remaining three henchmen swiftly drew their knives from beneath a nearby table.

They wielded machetes, each one sharpened to a fine edge.

The blades gleamed menacingly sharp, their brightness chilling.

Gripping their machetes, they closed in on Westley, each step deliberate as they sought the optimal angle for their strike.

These men were different from the ones Westley had faced earlier in the day; they were desperadoes with nothing to lose.

But their misfortune was in crossing paths with Westley.

Westley stood, casually reaching into his pocket.

Finding what he was looking for, he flashed a peculiar grin.

That grin alone was enough to infuriate the trio, who exchanged glances before their anger boiled over.

They lunged, aiming their machetes at Westley's arm, calf, and abdomen from various angles.

Their strikes were not lethal, but they were certainly enough to bring Westley down.

"Watch out!"

Sienna couldn't contain her cry of alarm.

Westley simply stretched languidly, then with a swift motion, something shot out from his hand.

The sound of sharp objects piercing flesh filled the air.

Carter's three men cried out in agony almost in unison before collapsing limply to the floor.

Carter stood there, dumbfounded.

Had his men not been so unwaveringly loyal, he might have suspected them of playacting.

How had they fallen without Westley laying a finger on them?

It was utterly baffling.

Even Sienna was at a loss for what had transpired.

Westley advanced, methodically extracting three unevenly sized silver needles from the fallen men.

The sight of those needles sent a shiver down Carter's spine.

He had never before heard of needles being used as weapons.

Was this some kind of movie scene?

After cleaning the needles, Westley pocketed them and made his way toward Carter.

Carter Zhang was in full-blown panic. He blurted out, "What are you planning to do?"

Five of his six men lay defeated by Westley, with the last one pinned under a door.

How could he not be terrified?

"Relax, I'm a civilized man. I don't resort to violence," Westley said with a smile.

Despite his words, Carter read a chilling threat in that smile.

"Look, I already told you, my company's going through tough times. There's no money in the accounts," Carter said with a forced grin.

If he truly had no money... then you'd be out of luck, wouldn't you?

"Is that so?"

Westley smiled and gestured towards a safe in the corner.

Carter's eyes shifted at the sight of the safe.

But he quickly added, "That's just for show. It's empty—no money in there."

Westley shook his head, then pointed to the bookshelf along the wall.

Carter's face took on another shade of worry.

He swallowed hard and chuckled nervously, "I'm not much for reading. That bookcase is just for decoration."

"Oh, really?" Westley eyed him skeptically.

"As true as it gets!" Carter nodded vigorously, like a pecking hen.

"I don't appreciate dishonesty. It really irks me."

The smile vanished from Westley's face, replaced by a bone-chilling frostiness.

In a swift move, he seized Carter's wrist and twisted. The arm snapped.

Carter's scream tore through the air.

Sienna clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with terror.

She never imagined this loser could be so ferociously cruel.

Westley dragged him over to the safe and pressed his palm hard against the fingerprint scanner.

A green light flickered, and the safe door swung open.

Inside, beyond the neat stacks of cash, lay several luxury watches and a box of prized Cuban cigars.

"Director Morris, seems like you're living quite comfortably."

Westley pocketed the box of Cuban cigars, then started tossing the cash into a burlap sack.

As Carter watched his money being taken, his heart bled and his lips turned white.

Nothing hurt more than seeing his money taken away!

Meanwhile, Sienna stood there, utterly stunned.

She never imagined that despite Carter's claims of being broke, his safe was like a miniature Fort Knox.

"What are you waiting for? Come help me count this money!" Westley called out to Sienna.

Sienna stepped forward and joined Westley in tallying the cash.

After adding it all up, they discovered there was $630,000 in cash.

"$630,000, so we still need another $570,000," Westley figured, counting on his fingers.

He then turned his gaze to Carter.

"This is all the money I have," Carter said with a mournful expression.

His sole desire at that moment was to get Westley out of there as quickly as possible.

Westley just smiled.

He stood up and strolled over to the bookcase, stroking his chin thoughtfully as he turned around.

Carter's heart skipped a beat.

Was this guy part bloodhound? How did he sense something was off with the bookcase?

"Director Morris, I wouldn't have pegged you as such a dedicated scholar," Westley remarked.

He pulled a book from the shelf and nearly burst into laughter when he saw the title: "How to Make a Rich Woman Fall in Love with Me?" This guy certainly didn't lack ambition!

Carter waved his good hand dismissively and said with a grimace, "These books are worthless."

Westley tossed the book back onto the shelf, stretched lazily, and asked, "Is this really all the money you've got?"

"That's it, every last cent. There's no more," Carter assured him, nodding emphatically.

Sienna chimed in, "Westley, this is a substantial amount. Let's get back to the company and report it."

Recovering so much money was indeed a win, especially considering it was once written off as bad debt.

"Yeah, we'll have to make do," Westley agreed as he moved away from the bookcase.

Carter breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

That was close!

But suddenly, Westley whipped around and delivered a fierce kick to the bookcase.

His foot smashed through the white wall, creating a gaping hole.

Hundred-dollar bills cascaded down like a breached dam.

The money raining down from the wall quickly carpeted the floor in a crimson tide.

Money hidden in the wall?

Sienna's eyes grew wide with shock, utterly astonished by the spectacle before her.

"I'm ruined!" Carter's face drained of color, and he promptly passed out.

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