Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

134: Chapter 134 Is this thing even meant for human use?”Who the hell are you?” On the other end of the line, Dragon Two’s voice suddenly became sharp, carrying an unbelievable chill.

A completely unfamiliar and incredibly vulgar male voice conducting a clumsy extortion over the Dragon King’s private encrypted line was, in itself, like a fairy tale.

This specific number was Brother Bufan’s private one; even within the Dragon King Hall, very few people knew it.

”It’s none of your damn business who I am!” The Bald Man, provoked by the doubt in her tone, shouted with a stiff neck, ”Cut the crap! If I don’t see the money, you can get ready to collect the corpse of your so-called ’Dragon King’!”

He mimicked the words ”Dragon King” with a bizarre, mocking accent.

”We can talk about the money.” Dragon Two took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. Her professional training allowed her to quickly get to the core of the matter.

”But first, I must confirm the Dragon King... confirm if Brother Bufan is still alive and what his condition is.” She had to hear Brother Bufan’s own voice to ensure this wasn’t a trap targeting the Dragon King Hall, or worse—that the Dragon King had already been killed and his phone had fallen into someone else’s hands.

Cursing under his breath, the Bald Man held the phone and walked over to Brother Bufan, who was tied to a pillar.

Instead of holding the phone to Brother Bufan’s mouth, he insultingly pressed the cold screen directly against Brother Bufan’s still-swollen face, even giving it a hard shove. ”Speak up! Your little lover wants to hear your voice!”

The pain of the hard object pressing against his face and the sheer humiliation of it made the rage in Brother Bufan’s chest nearly explode.

He gritted his teeth, his jawline tensing into sharp lines as he forced himself to swallow the sound that had almost escaped. As the Dragon King, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

He would rather take a blade than make a sound in this situation.

Seeing that he dared to be ”uncooperative” again, the Bald Man’s eyes widened, and his reckless, stubborn streak flared up once more.

He pulled the phone back, and with a ”snap,” his other hand landed on his belt buckle again. Leaning forward, he glared fiercely at Brother Bufan, his spit nearly flying into the other man’s face. ”Oh, for fuck’s sake! You’re playing this game with me again, aren’t you?! Are your bones itching for a beating?!”

His posture suggested that at any moment, he would follow through on the ”methods” he had threatened earlier.

Brother Bufan caught a glimpse of the hand on the belt out of the corner of his eye. Recalling the spine-chilling threat from before, a crack finally appeared in his mental defenses.

Some forms of torture went beyond physical pain; they were things he simply could not endure.

Before the Bald Man could actually do anything, he practically ground his teeth and squeezed out two words from his throat, his voice raspy yet clear:

”Dragon Two.”

On the other end, Dragon Two held her breath and listened intently. When Brother Bufan’s familiar voice—albeit filled with suppressed rage and a trace of undetectable embarrassment—came through, the weight on her heart lifted slightly, only to be replaced by deeper shock and confusion.

”Dragon King? Is it really you?!” Her surprise was hard to hide, but she immediately reined in her emotions and spoke faster.

”Who are they? What’s their background?”

This was too abnormal! With the Dragon King’s skills, alertness, and the power of the Dragon King Hall, how could he be captured alive on this land of Huaxia—a place known as a ”forbidden zone” but not usually this ridiculous—and even reach the point of being held for ransom?

What level of power must the opponent possess?

Listening to Dragon Two’s questions, Brother Bufan felt so stifled he nearly spat blood. He glanced at the two kidnappers before him—men with fleshy faces and crude manners whose threats were so ”unique”—and hissed an explanation through his teeth: ”You haven’t seen them, and neither have I... they aren’t from our ’circles’.”

He spoke with extreme helplessness, his meaning clear: the opponents weren’t from the underworld, nor were they any known faction. They were simply two wild cards, desperadoes who had popped up from nowhere and didn’t play by any rules!

”Stop your damn yapping!” The Bald Man had been eavesdropping. Although he didn’t quite understand what ”circles” meant, he understood ”haven’t seen them.” He immediately frowned and barked, interrupting their conversation, while his hand on his belt moved threateningly.

The veins in Brother Bufan’s temples throbbed as he suppressed the urge to tear these two into a thousand pieces. Into the phone, he said in a tone that was nearly humiliating and extremely terse, ”...Just give them the money.”

Those few words practically exhausted all the dignity he had left.

He had to end this call as quickly as possible and escape this appalling situation.

Only after they got the money or when Dragon Two arrived would there be a chance to turn the tables. Until then, he had to endure.

”Hear that? He’s still breathing, doing just fine!” The Bald Man took the phone back and shouted gruffly into the receiver, as if he had completed some grand verification.

On the other end, Dragon Two’s voice had regained absolute calm, becoming chillingly cold. ”How much do you want?” In her heart, she had already sentenced these two fools to death. Was the Dragon King Hall’s money that easy to take? They might have the life to reach for it, but they wouldn’t have the life to spend it!

This question stumped the Bald Man. He scratched his bald head, his eyes darting around as if performing complex mental math. Finally, he ventured uncertainly, almost in a negotiating tone, ”How about... this, you give me... fifty thousand yuan?”

As soon as he said the number, even he felt it was a bit unworthy of such a ”grand” kidnapping.

”Are you fucking stupid?!” The Bald-headed Man next to him got anxious immediately. He stepped forward and slapped the back of the Bald Man’s head with a loud smack. ”What the hell is fifty thousand good for? It wouldn’t even cover a snack! Did you forget the job we took from the club to ’teach someone a lesson’? Just the deposit alone was how much? Over two million! This is a kidnapping of a real person! Extortion! Do you understand?!”

He scolded his brother-in-law, frustrated by his lack of ambition, as he tried to elevate the ”commercial value” of this operation to a level that met his expectations.

The Bald Man shrank his neck from the slap and said sheepishly, ”Right, oh right... Brother-in-law is right.”

With that reminder, he recalled the market rates and suddenly felt that fifty thousand yuan was indeed too pitiful.

The Bald-headed Man snatched the phone, cleared his throat, and tried to sound more like a ”professional” kidnapping boss. He said into the phone, ”Listen up! Five hundred thousand! Cash! Old bills, non-sequential! Wait for our call tomorrow morning for the drop-off location! If you try any tricks, get ready to collect the body!”

He clumsily pieced together several terms he had learned from movies and TV shows.

”Fine.” Dragon Two agreed exceptionally briskly, without the slightest hesitation or bargaining.

This straightforward response actually stunned the Bald-headed Man for a moment. He felt a bit uneasy, but he was mostly excited about the huge sum of money he was about to get.

Little did he know, Dragon Two was feeling relieved—it was lucky the other party had given her a night to prepare, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to fly to Huaxia immediately even if she had wings.

What made her even more anxious was the news that the four billion yuan that had flowed into a Huaxia account had vanished without a trace; she hadn’t found a chance to report this to the Dragon King yet. The whole situation was a complete mess.

With a ”click,” the Bald-headed Man hung up. He turned Brother Bufan’s sleek, specially-made encrypted phone over in his hands, clicking his tongue. ”This thing doesn’t look cheap; it feels really good.”

”Brother-in-law,” the Bald Man’s attention was quickly drawn to something else. He looked Brother Bufan up and down, his eyes shining. ”I see this black suit he’s wearing; the fabric is quite nice, feels smooth. It must be worth money! And these shoes, leather shoes, so shiny!”

Hearing this, the Bald-headed Man’s gaze also fell on Brother Bufan’s clothes. He rubbed his chin and made an immediate decision: ”Take them off! Strip everything off him! Anything that can be exchanged for money is money!”

To him, this was like scavenging; even a mosquito’s leg was still meat.

To Brother Bufan’s ears, these words sounded like heavenly music!

Instant euphoria filled his heart, and he could barely suppress the sharp glint in his eyes. His chance had come!

As long as they untied the ropes to take off his clothes, even if just for a moment, with his skills and his significantly recovered strength, subduing these two idiots who had nothing but brute force and zero fighting technique would be a piece of cake! He had even started rehearsing the counterattack in his mind: first, snap the loosened ropes, then elbow the nearest Bald Man in the throat, then neutralize the Bald-headed Man...

”You got it!” the Bald Man replied. Rubbing his hands together, he walked forward excitedly and reached out to untie the tightest knot across Brother Bufan’s chest.

His movements were crude, filled with the eagerness to claim his ”spoils of war.”

Brother Bufan held his breath, his muscles tensing quietly under the ropes like a leopard ready to pounce, waiting for the moment the restraints were released.

Beneath his lowered eyelids, a cold light flickered.

Just as the Bald Man’s hand touched the knot, his arm was suddenly grabbed by the Bald-headed Man, who had been watching closely.

”Are you stupid?!” the Bald-headed Man glared and scolded in a low voice. ”If you untie the ropes, what if he takes the chance to run? This kid clearly isn’t someone to mess with; didn’t you see that look in his eyes just now?”

The Bald Man’s hand paused. He blinked, thinking his brother-in-law had a point. When Brother Bufan had stiffened his neck and said ”no” earlier, that look really was a bit scary.

”Then... then how do we get the clothes? We can’t carry the guy and the clothes together to sell them, can we?” He stared at Brother Bufan’s high-quality outfit, feeling a bit unwilling to give up.

The Bald-headed Man also rubbed the stubble on his chin, falling into a technical contemplation. It was indeed a dilemma: they had to strip the clothes, but they couldn’t let the man escape.

The Bald Man’s eyes darted around, and he conveniently picked up half a muddy red brick from the ground nearby. Weighing it in his hand, he suggested, ”How about... we give him another whack? Once he’s knocked out, we can strip him however we want.”

He felt this was the most direct and effective method.

”No, no,” the Bald-headed Man shook his head repeatedly, rejecting the plan.

”How do you know if he’s actually unconscious or just faking it? What if he’s tough and fakes it until you get close? Besides, that hit at the harbor earlier wasn’t light. If we hit him with another brick and he actually dies, then what? We want money, not a life!”

For once, he considered the operational risks and consequences.

Tied to the pillar, Brother Bufan was so anxious he was practically fuming. Untie the ropes! Hit me! Just hit me! he almost screamed in his heart. The brick earlier had caught him off guard, but now he was prepared. By using his Internal Energy to protect the back of his head, he was eighty to ninety percent sure he could take a brick hit from an ordinary person and fake being unconscious to fool them!

The moment they approached to untie the ropes or check if he was ”unconscious” would be the moment of his thunderous counterattack!

Suddenly, the Bald-headed Man’s eyes lit up as if he’d thought of a brilliant idea. He held up a finger to the Bald Man. ”I’ve got it! I have a way! It’ll keep him quiet without killing him!”

With that, he began fumbling around his person, searching through his jacket’s inner pockets and his pants’ pockets.

Finally, he pulled something wrapped in a filthy handkerchief from his back pocket. He carefully unfolded the handkerchief to reveal a large metal syringe that had already been used, its needle even slightly bent. It contained nearly half a tube of murky, pale-yellow liquid.

”This... this is what I used when I helped Old Liu from the neighboring village slaughter that crazy donkey. There was some left over, so I just pocketed it.”

The Bald-headed Man explained, his tone carrying a hint of smugness for being prepared. This was clearly an anesthetic or sedative intended for large livestock.

”Nice one, Brother-in-law! This thing is great!” The Bald Man didn’t even think twice; he thought it was a fantastic idea and reached for the syringe. To him, this was much more ”civilized” and ”professional” than a brick.

”Hey! Hey, hey, hey!! Wait a minute!!” Brother Bufan was truly panicking now. His eyes were fixed on the rusty, bent, oversized syringe, and cold sweat broke out instantly. What the fuck?! Where the hell did you get that thing?! For a donkey?! Can you even inject that into a human?!

”That... that stuff will kill someone! Really! If the dosage is wrong or there’s an allergy, they’ll die instantly!” Brother Bufan shouted hurriedly, trying to scare them with the most dire consequences. He would rather take ten bricks to the head than be injected with some mystery drug meant for animals! God knows what was in it or what irreversible damage it would do to his body and Internal Energy!

”Kill someone?” The Bald Man paused, looking somewhat hesitantly at the Bald-headed Man.

The Bald-headed Man waved his hand dismissively, looking very experienced as he said confidently, ”He won’t die! Don’t worry! That crazy donkey was huge, and it took three shots of this stuff to finally settle down after over an hour! We’ll just give him one shot. I know what I’m doing with the dosage. At most, it’ll make him groggy for a while. We’ll strip his clothes and leave; it won’t take long!”

With his brother-in-law’s professional assurance and successful case study, the Bald Man’s doubts vanished instantly, and his courage swelled.

He no longer hesitated, taking the terrifying syringe and testing it with his thumb. A few drops of murky liquid squeezed out from the bent needle tip.

”Just bear with it, it’ll be over soon.” The Bald Man even gave a polite warning. Then he stepped forward, aimed for the thickest part of Brother Bufan’s outer thigh muscle, and without bothering with any disinfection, pinned down the leg that Brother Bufan was desperately trying to move—though limited by the ropes—and jabbed the oversized needle in with crude, brute force!