"Where? Where’s the fat sheep?" Before the burly man’s voice fell, the other two robbers also shouted and rushed in. They were also wearing pantyhose over their heads, concealing their true faces. One was as thin as a stick, his hurried steps somewhat unsteady. The other had a medium build and held a jet-black shiny pistol, appearing relatively calm. When they saw the two boxes of visually striking cash on the table, they were instantly stunned. "Damn, boss, this job was worth it!" The dark-skinned burly man growled gruffly, as if drool was about to seep through the pantyhose mesh. "We’re rich, we’re rich..." The skinny robber’s voice trembled, his pair of sly eyes staring fixedly at the two piles of cash through the pantyhose. "Black Bull, Mouse, what are you waiting for? You two, take the money first." The gun-wielding robber seemed to be the leader among them, first returning to his senses and speaking in a deep voice. The two robbers named "Black Bull" and "Mouse" instantly pounced on the table like hungry wolves, reaching to grab the suitcases. "What are you doing!" Xiao Shuai was suddenly furious, instinctively reaching out to stop them. Fang Cheng’s calm voice sounded, subtly signaling him with his eyes to be patient. Xiao Shuai was startled, seeing the president’s face unfazed even in the face of a collapsing mountain. Despite the raging anger inside, he still chose to obey unconditionally. He took a deep breath and slowly sat back down, though his gaze remained indignantly fixed on the robbers. Seeing the two did not resist, Black Bull and Mouse sneered, quickly zipping up the suitcases. Each took one, struggling slightly to lift the cash-filled boxes. The weight of so much stacked cash was somewhat beyond their expectations. The skinny Mouse couldn’t help but complain. "Stupid like a mule, can’t you just drag it on the ground?" The robber boss standing at the door cursed impatiently. The two suddenly realized, hurriedly placing the suitcases on the ground, grabbing the handles, ready to drag them away. The robber boss suddenly spoke, his eyes under the pantyhose narrowing slightly, his gaze shifting back and forth between Fang Cheng and Xiao Shuai. The dark gun barrel still aimed at them, unmoving. "How come you two have so much money? Could it be that you’re our colleagues, having just pulled a job somewhere?" Upon hearing this, the two who were preparing to sneak away simultaneously paused, looking over curiously. Xiao Shuai’s heart tightened, instinctively glancing toward Fang Cheng. Fang Cheng, however, seemed to hear something amusing, the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a playful curve. He chuckled softly, admitting with crisp decisiveness. Before the words fell, he had already stood up from the chair. Ignoring the dark muzzle pointing at him, he walked straight to the two money-grabbing robbers. Then extended his hands, grabbing the handles of each suitcase. "What are you doing?!" "Are you looking for death, huh?" Black Bull and Mouse suddenly became tense, clinging tightly to the suitcases. As if they were already their private property, and the young man before them was the real robber. Fang Cheng grinned, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth: "Let me give you a hand." With that, his arm muscles instantly tightened, the knotted lines faintly visible through his shirt. Then with a bit of force, he suddenly pushed them together. With a dull thud, the two cash-filled suitcases, along with the two robbers who refused to let go, collided heavily together. Black Bull and Mouse let out painful groans, feeling like their ribs were about to be broken by the immense force. The boss at the door’s pupils shrank, shocked by the terrifying strength displayed by the seemingly gentle man before him. Content originally comes from noᴠelfire.net Fang Cheng exerted force again with his arms, pulling outward, then abruptly pushing them together. Another dull sound echoed. The two unfortunate robbers, along with the suitcases, collided violently once more. "Damn it! Don’t think I won’t shoot!" The robber boss finally reacted, letting out an angry roar, the gun barrel firmly aimed at Fang Cheng’s head. Don’t get the wrong idea. What’s responding is not gunshots. But more frequent sounds of collisions. Fang Cheng seemed not to hear any threats, nor did he see the gun aimed at him. His movements were rhythmic, his arms steady and powerful, driving the two half-ton robbers and two heavy suitcases. The dull thudding echoed continuously in the box. Black Bull and Mouse were like two sandbags hung on the suitcases, constantly pulled by an unstoppable force. Apart, crash, then apart again, crash again. Xiao Shuai watched in amazement. A bizarre thought flashed through his mind. The president’s current action... why does it seem so much like the chest fly exercise with a pulley machine at the gym? Except, the gym equipment uses weight plates. And the president... uses two living people, along with ten million in cash. This is not fighting, it’s clearly exercising... After one more collision. Fang Cheng stopped, leisurely watching the two almost white-eyed robbers. Black Bull and Mouse were seeing stars from the collision. Even through the pantyhose, their quickly swelling foreheads and bloodied noses covered their faces were visible. A look of bewilderment, like who am I, what am I doing.