"How much longer?"

"Four weeks!"

"Hmm-"

"It's worse than I expected, and if it gets worse than I thought it would be, I could even die at any time."

"Oh——!" The expression on the young man's face was as flat as if he were listening to someone else's story.

The old doctor shook his head, he had practiced medicine all his life, and he had seen many terminally ill patients, who were either in pain, or despair, or fearful, or their hearts were like ashes, but it was the first time they had encountered such a calm face.

"Prescribe me painkillers for four weeks." The young man took out two bundles of cash and placed them in front of the old doctor's desk.

The old doctor thought about it and took out four bottles of high-intensity painkillers containing morphine, this kind of medicine could not be prescribed easily, but for the young people in front of him, it didn't matter anything, the old doctor hoped that when the young man left, he could be as calm and chic as he is now, instead of dying without dignity by the torture of illness.

"Goodbye!" The young man picked up the painkillers on the table and put them in his backpack, nodded calmly.

"I'm afraid, we won't have a chance to meet again." The old doctor said suddenly with emotion.

"It's just this life!" The young man walked to the door, stopped suddenly, turned his head and smiled freely.

His back when he walked was very chic, as if he was not going to death, but embracing life, since he could not choose death, then he had to use his own way to complete this part of the road.

……

Wan chai.

Times Center Square office building.

Wanli Finance Company.

"Hello Liu Sheng! Rest assured, as long as the formalities are complete, the loan can be released in 30 minutes at the earliest. The middle-aged greasy manager of the finance company smiled flatteringly.

The young man did not speak, only smiled slightly.

The middle-aged greasy manager took the brown paper bag from the young man's hand, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

"Liu Sheng, are you playing with me, or are you playing with me." The middle-aged greasy manager looked at the comic books inside the brown paper bag and shouted angrily with a cold face.

"As you see?" The young man smiled and said, "Are you going to be angry?" ”

The middle-aged greasy manager looked at the young man's calm expression and was very unhappy: "You're here to entertain Lao Tzu, right?" ”

The young man thought for a moment: "I didn't have this idea before, but this is indeed a good idea, so let's do what you say!" ”

"......" the middle-aged greasy manager slapped the table vigorously, and his short, tight body bounced off the office chair.

Two seconds later, the middle-aged greasy manager sat down, still with a flattering smile on his face.

"Liu Sheng, as long as our company has a credible guarantor, we can take out an unsecured loan, I can be your guarantor, of course, if you have to guarantee, this "Black Panther" comic can also be used as a guarantee."

A pistol appeared on the head of the middle-aged greasy manager, and the cold muzzle was pointed at him, it was the kind-looking young man just now.

"Hmmm! You're in a good position right now! The young man smiled: "But——! ”

The middle-aged greasy manager's face changed, and no matter how good things are, as long as 'but' is added, they may become bad things.

"However, I have changed my mind now, I will not take out a loan, I will rob." The young man's voice was flat, as if he were saying that I was going to eat brisket rice at noon.

"You, you, you... You! Don't mess around, the background of our financial company is not something you can afford to provoke, I have 100,000 cash in the safe, just take it as an emergency, and I'll give it to you now. The middle-aged greasy manager's face changed dramatically.

The young man's right thumb with a gun picked up the safety: "Am I not expressing it clearly enough?" Or am I not qualified to rob your company? ”

"No, no, no, no......!" The middle-aged greasy manager stammered in fear.

For a person who is about to die, there is naturally nothing he is not qualified to do, as long as he likes it, he can do whatever he can do, but just die.

"Call the police!"

"Huh?" The greasy middle-aged manager thought he was panicking too much and had auditory hallucinations.

"Call the police!" The young man repeated again.

"Ah???h

The young man didn't want to speak anymore, and his thumb flicked the safety buckle on the pistol.

The middle-aged greasy manager's right hand quickly pressed the alarm phone.

"Hey! I'm going to call the police, call the police! Our company was robbed, when was it robbed? Right now, the big brother of the robber is sitting across from me. The middle-aged greasy manager said as he watched out for the young man's sudden shooting.

"Address?" The middle-aged greasy manager looks at the young man.

The young man nodded.

"2813, 28th Floor, Building A, Times Building, Times Square, Wan Chai District." The middle-aged greasy manager's face turned even paler after speaking, and he was already sure that he had encountered a neuropathy.

Being pointed at the head with a gun is not the worst situation, you can move with affection, know with reason, or even tempt it to profit, no matter how bad it is, you can kneel down and beg bitterly, with your own eighty-year-old mother, and a toddler waiting to be fed, begging the other party to spare your life, but if the other party is a psychopath, all of them will become inexplicable.

"Manager, here comes the coffee you wanted!" A very greasy goddess sounded from outside the office door, and it was such a female secretary with a plump body and a sweet voice who came in.

"Get out!" The young man turned his pistol and waved it at the female secretary.

"Ah——!h The female secretary with a sweet voice suddenly shouted a high-pitched, heavy, and out of place voice, and then turned around and ran outside, her high heels ran away, not at all elegant as before, but like a rough man with five big and three thick, a young man and a greasy manager.

"Robbery!" The young man opened the door to the manager's office and shouted into the office room.

"Robbery, run!"

"Someone is robbing, call the police!"

"It's miserable, I said not to lend money to students who can't repay, and I took pictures of them, and now retribution is coming." There was immediately chaos in the big room.

"Who the are you! I thought I could scare us with a rotten toy gun, and I thought you could shoot me in the head! Come on! Try it with a shot. An employee of a finance company bravely confronted the young man.

"Hmm!" The young man nodded, and turned his gun to the beckoning fish tank inside the finance company.

"Bang ——!" The fish tank bursts open.

A second later, there was not a single person left in the finance company, oh no, only the hapless middle-aged greasy manager.

"Where's the safe?" The young man asked.

"Over here!" The greasy manager replied immediately without thinking about it.

At the same time, Xu Yifan's mobile phone received a mission message.