"Yes or no, yes or no, yes or no!"
"No...no..."
"You said no, you said no, you said no!"
"Oh my God, my God, my God."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Listening to the commotion inside the door, Charlie curled his lips and picked his ears.
This old guy is clearly impotent, yet he loves to put on a show.
He gestured behind him.
In the shadows, two young men, both 1.9 meters tall and built like walls, immediately understood.
Charlie stepped back two paces, raised the camcorder in his hand, and aimed it at the door lock.
"Bang!"
The leading young man, Tom, raised his foot and kicked open the thin wooden door.
The three of them entered in single file.
The scene in the room was exactly as Charlie had expected.
A cheap motel, the air filled with a strange mixture of alcohol and cheap perfume.
A middle-aged man was playing cards with a young girl.
The girl's face bore just the right amount of terror and tear streaks.
"You...who are you!"
The middle-aged man was startled by the sudden turn of events and fumbled to get out of bed, but his movements were clumsy and comical due to his obesity and panic.
Tom lunged forward, his large, fan-like hand grabbing the man's hair and dragging him off the bed.
"You dog! How dare you touch my wife!"
Tom's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, his acting truly explosive.
He pulled the young girl behind him, and she immediately cooperated by whimpering and crying.
"Wife? Misunderstanding, this is definitely a misunderstanding!"
The middle-aged man scrambled backward, pulling up his pants while waving his hands.
"I just had a few drinks and chatted with this young lady."
"She said she was skilled in massage, and I saw that she was so young and already facing hardships, so I decided to patronize her business, that's all."
"Patronizing her business all the way to the bed, huh?" Tom squinted, feigning a punch.
"Accident, absolutely an accident!"
"My key fell into the bed crack, and she was helping me look for it."
"Right, Miss, say something."
The middle-aged man looked at the girl behind Tom.
With tears in her eyes, the girl shook her head: "I don't know anything, he dragged me here."
The middle-aged man was dumbfounded. As a middle-class citizen of the British Empire, he had never seen such a scene.
Charlie continued to hold the camcorder; it was time to give these British gentlemen a little taste of the honey trap's shock.
That's right, Charlie was a transmigrator. In his previous life, he had no parents, and in this life, he grew up in an Orphanage from a young age, which was standard.
Grandma White at the Orphanage named him Charlie White. Charlie had originally wanted to give himself a Chinese name.
But hearing the clumsy pronunciations of the people around him, he decided against it. Who knew what they were saying.
Of course, as a transmigrator, he also had a system, but this damned system only made a sound when he first arrived and then never responded again.
Tom stopped listening to the middle-aged man and swung his fist, repeatedly punching the man's stomach.
Each punch was dull and powerful, yet cleverly avoided vital points.
The middle-aged man was beaten into a shrimp-like curl on the ground, groaning in pain.
"Stop...stop hitting...let's talk..."
"Talk to your mom!"
Tom kicked him again in his fat face, leaving a clear shoe print.
"Today, without two thousand pounds, you're not leaving this door!"
The middle-aged man whimpered on the ground for a long time, then suddenly, he stopped screaming.
He looked up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a hint of shrewdness and mockery flashed in his swollen eyes.
"Hmph."
He sneered.
"I get it now, you're all in on this, aren't you?"
"Good acting, too bad you picked the wrong person."
He wobbled and stood up, leaning against the wall, surprisingly regaining some composure.
"Money? Not a single penny."
"Try touching me again? I'll call the police immediately. Let's see if the police arrest me or you extortionists!"
Tom and the other young man exchanged glances, their faces looking rather grim.
They hadn't expected this fat-headed fellow to actually catch on.
Just as the atmosphere fell into a stalemate, Charlie, who had been standing silently by the side, slowly walked out.
He was toying with the camcorder in his hand, its lens pointed directly at the middle-aged man.
"Sir, don't be so agitated."
Charlie's voice was clear and pleasant, and coupled with his excessively handsome face, anyone who saw him would feel a sense of goodwill.
But what he said made the middle-aged man's heart sink.
"This machine of mine has high-definition night vision, and its sound recording is exceptionally good."
The middle-aged man's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
"You wouldn't want this video to be seen by your wife, would you?"
Charlie asked with a smile.
"Oh, by the way, I think I heard you say you're a department manager at some company?"
"If your company's boss, and all your subordinates, were to appreciate your 'charm'..."
Charlie didn't say anything more, just shook the camcorder in his hand.
Threats, silent threats, were the most deadly.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on the middle-aged man's forehead. He stared intensely at Charlie.
This child, who looked only about ten years old, was the most ruthless among them!
Beneath his angelic face lay the heart of a devil.
"I'll give it."
The man practically squeezed out these two words from between his teeth.
"I'll give you the money."
...Half an hour later.
A dark, damp alley in London.
The middle-aged man drove away in his Ford, cursing.
Charlie and the other three also quickly ran to this secluded alley to avoid being found. They wouldn't be going back to that motel for at least a few months.
"Charlie, you're amazing, you bluffed him with a piece of junk."
Tom excitedly clapped Charlie's shoulder.
They had been scamming and cheating everywhere; they didn't have money to buy a camcorder.
It was just a piece of junk Charlie picked up from a garbage heap.
Tom excitedly pulled out a thick wad of cash from his pocket and slapped it in his hand.
"We're rich, we're rich! This fatty really has money."
This was a full two thousand pounds. Although with the decline of Britain, the pound no longer had the purchasing power it did during the British Empire.
But in the 90s, 2000 was still enough to feed a family of four for half a year.
The other young man and the girl also gathered around, their eyes gleaming.
"Tom, thanks to your fists."
"It's all thanks to Lisa's excellent acting!"
"Our Dragon Gang's first operation was a complete success."
Tom laughed heartily with pride, then pulled out a few banknotes and distributed them to the two.
In the alley, only Charlie was left standing aside.
He leaned against the cold brick wall, hands in his pockets, watching them divide the money with no expression.
"Where's my share?"
Charlie spoke faintly.
All of this was Charlie's idea, and it was agreed from the start that they would split the extorted money evenly.
However, judging by their current demeanor, they didn't intend to keep their promise.
The laughter in the alley abruptly stopped.
Tom turned around, looking at Charlie strangely, as if he were an ignorant younger brother.
"What share of yours?"
He put the money into his own pocket, patted it, and said as a matter of course.
"Why would a child need so much money? I'll treat you to McDonald's later."
The other young man also chimed in.
"That's right, Charlie, you're still young. We'll keep the money for you, to guard it!"
They all thought Charlie was just a kid who came up with ideas.
The idea was good, but they were the ones who truly put in the effort.
They were the ones who beat the man, they were the ones who acted, and they were the ones who took the risks.
Give a large sum of money to a child?
What a joke.
Charlie didn't smile, not even the curve of his lips changed.
In his dark eyes, the usual laziness and playfulness were gone, replaced by a bottomless indifference.
"I'll say it again."
Charlie's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
"My share of the money."
"Give it to me."