Chapter 110: A Peculiar Address

"No money? That's easily fixed." Chen Yun didn't believe them for a second. At 500 copper coins per traveler, that room full of people must have amounted to at least several gold coins.

"Those who don't have money, line up and let me smash you. Ten hits each, and then you can go." Chen Yun did a quick mental calculation. These thugs all had an average HP of over 300. Based on his physical attack stat, ten hits would be just right—if it didn't kill them, it would leave them on the verge of death.

The thugs looked at each other, their faces deathly pale. Would they even be alive after ten hits? They had just seen their boss "log off" after a single strike.

Just then, the thug who had been hit scrambled up, clutching his head, and lunged at Chen Yun while cursing. "Damn you! You actually used a phone to smash me? I'm going to finish you!"

Hearing the noise, Chen Yun didn't even turn around. In full view of everyone, he lightly tossed the phone in his hand upward and mentally whispered, "Throw." The phone immediately locked onto the thug behind him like it had eyes, slamming directly into his head.

"Argh!" The thug let out another miserable shriek and collapsed to the ground, clutching his head. Everyone stared at Chen Yun as if they had seen a ghost.

This guy was definitely no ordinary person!

He pulled such a large phone out of a tiny pants pocket.

The phone even had automatic navigation, tracking, and intelligent targeting functions—he didn't even need to look to hit someone.

Who but a freak could do such a thing?

"Hurry up, I have limited time. Ten hits each, then we're done." Chen Yun reached into his pockets and "pulled out" two more phones, looking at the remaining thugs.

"..."

The thugs were terrified to their core. *Big brother, is your pocket a bottomless pit? You've pulled out four phones in just a few minutes!*

"Boss, please... just put your phones away. We can't take it. I'll pay! I'll pay, okay?" The thug kicked the restaurant owner. "Ah Li, hurry up and get the money! Do you want to live or not?"

The restaurant owner, known as Ah Li, grimaced and reluctantly pulled a bank card from his pocket. "The password is 148752."

Ye Ming took the card and transferred the entire balance into his own currency account.

At the same time, the restaurant owner's phone buzzed with a text message. He opened it and nearly wet himself.

"Your account ending in 5438 had 327,851 copper coins transferred out on August 20, XXXX, at 13:24:17. (Sky Dragon Bank)."

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God, how did this guy do it?! He only gave him the card and the password, and he managed to transfer all the money out?

What kind of joke was this?

He hadn't even seen him use a POS machine!

What was the bank even doing?

The restaurant owner was in complete disarray.

Seeing his balance increase by over thirty gold coins, Chen Yun sneered at them. "Looks like business is good. Over thirty gold coins—you must have robbed quite a few people, right? Oh, and what about that cash you collected earlier? Hand it over and give it back to those people, or I'll beat you until you can't take care of yourselves!"

Under the pressure of Chen Yun's absolute force, the thugs scrambled out with the money, begging and pleading as they returned it to the travelers. The travelers were left completely bewildered—it was the first time they had ever encountered robbers who returned the stolen cash.

"I'm telling you, if I catch you doing this again, I won't be so easy to talk to. Got it?" Chen Yun glared as the thugs returned, having finished handing back the money.

"Got it, we won't dare do it again." The thugs looked at Chen Yun—or more accurately, the two phones in his hands—with trembling hearts.

"Good. Your boss isn't dead yet. Take him to the hospital, and he might be saved. Ah Qi, let's go." Chen Yun patted Ah Qi, who had been standing there in a daze.

"Ah... oh..." Ah Qi followed Chen Yun out the door like a puppet.

The scene had terrified her. Ah Qi was simple-natured and had never experienced such a situation in her life. Especially when the thugs talked about selling her off, she had been scared out of her wits.

Although she was curious about Chen Yun's bizarre methods, Ah Qi, who firmly believed in science, concluded that Ye Ming had simply used magic tricks to fight the thugs.

Once outside, Chen Yun took out his phone and mentally whispered, "Connect to the Blue Rhyme City Public Security Bureau."

"Hello, this is the Blue Rhyme City Public Security Bureau dispatch center."

"Hello, I want to report a forced-buy, forced-sell operation disguised as a solicitation service. They might also be involved in human trafficking. The address is..." Chen Yun paused. He had no idea where he was, but he glanced at his mini-map and said, "The address is X45879, Y48584. Lan's Restaurant."

The policewoman on the other end was stunned. What on earth? In all her years, this was the first time she had ever heard someone report an address using coordinates.

"Hello, could you be more specific? It would help us dispatch units quickly," the policewoman asked urgently.

"More specific?" Chen Yun asked, puzzled. "What do you mean? I've given you coordinates down to the single digit. How much more specific do you want?"

"...That's not what I meant. I mean, please provide the location in a more common format, like the road or street name."

"Damn it, if I knew the street or road name, would I be giving you coordinates? Look it up yourselves. This is a major den, you definitely can't let them go. I'll repeat the coordinates: X45879, Y48584. Lan's Restaurant. That's it, I'm hanging up." Chen Yun hung up the phone.

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Hearing the dial tone, the policewoman was dumbfounded. It took a long while for her to realize she hadn't written down the coordinates the caller gave!

She hurriedly checked the call logs to find the latest report, and when she looked at the caller ID, she went blank.

Contact Name: "I Am Your Father!"

The policewoman rubbed her eyes and looked again. It was correct—it was Chinese characters, not a numerical phone number!

She was completely baffled. Had the telecommunications company launched a new feature that allowed calls without phone numbers?

"Xiao Wu, have there been any calls from citizens today?" Her supervisor, the head of the dispatch center, walked out of his office.

"Uh... yes, a few. I've already dispatched units, but a very strange call just came in..." The policewoman stammered, "He..."

"What about him?" The supervisor looked at her suspiciously. She was usually efficient and articulate; what was going on today?

"You should listen to the recording. I don't know how to explain it." She played Ye Ming's call.

"...The address is X45879, Y48584..." Upon hearing this, the supervisor was just as dumbfounded. It was his first time hearing a location reported that way, too.