Chapter 171 Total Victory

"Mr. Bai, you can't!"

"That's right, Mr. Bai, we can't let him off so easily. He is so dangerous that he could threaten our survival at any moment."

"Shut up, all of you!"

Bai Deng shouted sternly, his icy gaze silencing the aides instantly.

"Let him go."

Though filled with reluctance and resentment, the crowd had no choice but to obey Bai Deng's command.

Yang Xiaofan stretched, his joints popping with a series of sharp cracks. Then, he walked up to Bai Deng, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a faint smile:

"Not bad, you're quite smart, unlike your senior, Brandon, who only knows how to charge in recklessly. If it had been Brandon, I suppose there would only be one living person left in this room right now. Moreover, the United States wouldn't even see tomorrow's sunrise."

With that, Yang Xiaofan walked away directly.

Though boiling with helpless rage, Bai Deng could not utter a single word.

The other aides were so frustrated they felt like vomiting blood.

"Mr. Bai, are we just going to let him walk away like this? Are we just going to sit back and watch him act so arrogant? Since when has our United States suffered such humiliation?"

"Then what do you suggest we do? All our systems are under his control right now. If he wants to do anything, we have no way to fight back. Don't you understand yet? This guy is simply not human!"

The aides let out deep sighs. Filled with extreme vexation, they had to admit that Bai Deng was entirely right.

Yang Xiaofan was indeed an existence they could not afford to provoke—at least, not for now.

...

At four in the morning, Yang Xiaofan walked out of the FBI headquarters. He immediately took a photo and posted it on Weibo.

"Four in the morning, the coffee at the FBI is quite good. I'll come back for another cup when I have time. Bye-bye."

This post was exceptionally arrogant.

Yet, Yang Xiaofan was not afraid at all.

First of all, Bai Deng's subordinates did not dare to move against him. As long as Bai Deng held his ground, if any other small-fry dared to come, he would beat them one by one.

What was there to be afraid of?

This instantly ignited netizens back home.

"Holy crap! Brother-in-law is out? So fast?"

"If I remember correctly, brother-in-law was taken away around midnight, right? It's only been four hours, and he's already out?"

"Brother-in-law truly lives up to his name! Awesome!"

"If I'm not mistaken, brother-in-law should have made quite a lot of money during this little break."

"Right, I just saw statistics from several major music websites showing that brother-in-law made over a billion US dollars."

"Damn! Brother-in-law is living the dream. He got dragged in by the FBI for just four hours and made over a billion US dollars. I wouldn't make that much even if I lived for a hundred lifetimes!"

"Legendary, brother-in-law is truly the greatest badass of our time."

These were the comments from Eastern netizens, overwhelmingly filled with positive praise and worship.

Meanwhile, netizens on the American side had also exploded, but things here were nowhere near as harmonious as in the East.

"What the hell? This Eastern kid is actually out? Are you kidding me?"

"What is the FBI doing? How could they let this kid go? He brought shame upon our entire nation!"

"Stupid Bai Deng, living up to his name. I knew I shouldn't have voted for him the other day, what an idiot."

"This guy even made over a billion dollars off us."

"There's nothing we can do, though. His songs are just too good."

"Good songs are one thing, but taking our money like this is completely unacceptable."

Yang Xiaofan naturally ignored these people. As soon as he came out, Qin Nuanyu, Gu Hao, the parents from both sides, and several friends all called one by one to check on him.

While responding to everyone, he walked quickly toward the grand hotel.

The United States was a magical place where day and night felt like two completely opposite extremes.

At night, many people living at the very bottom of society would come out, and street security was abysmal.

Plenty of people were looking for trouble.

Just as Yang Xiaofan finished a phone call and turned a street corner, a group of people immediately blocked his path.

"Hey, kid, stop right there."

Yang Xiaofan swept his gaze over the crowd.

"What do you want?"

"Naturally, we want you to hand over everything valuable you have on you. Of course, you can choose not to. In that case, we'll do it ourselves, beat you to a pulp, and then take your valuables."

"So, you're saying I don't have a choice?"

"Theoretically speaking, yes. If you don't want to get beaten up, you'd better cooperate nicely."

"And what if... I refuse?"

"Ignorant bastard. Since that's how it is, let's give you a taste of our power."

Just as the group was about to step forward, one of them suddenly blurted out:

"Wait, it's him! He's that Easterner, the one who was just released by the FBI!"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure! I used to be a fan of his, too, but now I'm his enemy."

The men looked at Yang Xiaofan again, their gazes turning even more vicious and chilling.

"Well, little punk, we were originally planning to just rob your money. Who would have thought you're the asshole who provoked our entire country?"

"And so?"

"So, we'll give you two new choices now. Option one, we kill you. Option two, you give us two billion US dollars. You made over a billion in just a few hours, don't think we don't know."

Yang Xiaofan shrugged.

"Well, you guys are quite well-informed. Unfortunately, you're wrong about one thing: you're simply not qualified to threaten me."

"Looks like you prefer the hard way! We'll teach you a lesson you won't forget. Brothers, get him!"

At the leader's sharp shout, several burly American men lunged fiercely toward Yang Xiaofan.

Yang Xiaofan didn't even bother to dodge.

He merely gave a disdainful smile, then kicked out, striking the chest of the man in the very front.

Bang—!

Accompanied by a loud crash, the man's body flew backward, slamming heavily into a trash can behind him, where he passed out cold on the spot.

This sight instantly terrified the remaining American thugs out of their wits.

The man he had kicked stood two meters tall and was built like an ox.

In front of him, Yang Xiaofan looked like a teenager.

Yet the outcome was entirely unexpected—Yang Xiaofan had taken him down with a single kick. This level of strength was terrifyingly monstrous!

"Damn it! This Easterner knows martial arts!"

"Fall back!"

They scrambled away at lightning speed, running just as fast as they had rushed in.

However, how could Yang Xiaofan possibly let them go?

He hadn't killed Bai Deng to avoid throwing the world into chaos.

But clearing out a few petty street thugs wouldn't cause any trouble at all.