Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 46: Loan Repayment (2)

The silence in the room stretched, thick with tension, as Darren stared down the man across the desk.

The boss's face twisted in fury, his fingers curling tighter around the pistol aimed at Darren's chest.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" the boss snarled, spittle flying as he bared his teeth.

Darren's lips curled in disdain. He leaned slightly forward, gaze unwavering. "Desperate people are easy targets. That's what you said isn't it"

The room stilled. The men standing at the edges shifted uncomfortably, their fingers twitching over their weapons.

"People just trying to escape their debts. Save their homes. Feed their families," Darren continued. "Of course, some of them brought it on themselves. Some made bad, selfish choices that led to their predicament. But that doesn't give you the right to exploit them so heartlessly."

"Shut your mouth." One of the henchmen yelled.

The boss stepped closer, his voice sharp, his stance aggressive. "Hand over the rest of the money."

Darren didn't appear moved at all.

"Look at you. You know you have the money, but you still can't let me go. You can't stand the idea that I slipped out of your grip, that I didn't end up broken like you expected."

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I know what you were planning. The moment I took that loan, you didn't see me as a debtor, you saw me as product. Fresh, young, healthy."

Darren's gaze darkened. "In fact, I'm sure you looked at me, admiring my liver, my kidneys, my heart. All perfectly intact. Would fetch you a fortune in the black market."

The boss's eye twitched. One of the men swore under his breath.

"This moron's still talking," another henchman spat, pulling back the hammer of his gun.

"I'm gonna give you one more chance. Pay what you owe before I unload bullets into you." the boss warned

Darren's mouth quirked. "Would you really?" he mused. "You'd want to keep the organs intact, right?" His voice dropped, goading. "Are you that good of a shot to hurt me without hitting a... very.... important... expensive organ."

The room tensed. The air thickened with unspoken unease. The boss's nostrils flared as his grip tightened around the pistol, but he didn't pull the trigger.

Darren let the silence stretch before speaking again. "Even if I was to give you the rest of the money, you're never going to let me go. You'd want more.I mean a rich kid under your thumb would be awesome for business."

His eyes gleamed coldly. "Which is why I can't just simply let this go by paying you what you are asking for."

The boss's eyes flickered dangerously. He nodded slightly, and in an instant, one of his men stepped forward and drove a fist into Darren's jaw.

Pain exploded across his face as his head snapped sideways.

Darren grunted but slowly turned his face back forward, licking his split lip. Even though it hurt, his voice remained indifferent.

"I'll let that slide as a warning," he muttered. Then in his mind, he commanded the system;

'System. Act as a router and activate connection with the laptop near the couch.'

A low hum filled his ears. The system obeyed.

┏Establishing network link… Connection secured. Router mode active.┛

In the car outside, Kara's eyes widened as her screen flickered. "He actually did it," she muttered.

She tapped a few keys, and suddenly, a new screen opened. A live transaction feed. Her brows shot up as she saw the Red Fang's total balance: $59.2 million, completely accessible to her to use as she wished.

Kara cracked her fingers. "Alright, let's start siphoning…" She set the withdrawal speed to 5% per interval and hit enter.

Back in the office, Darren wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "But I won't let it slide next time," he said.

The boss's expression twisted into a sneer. He pulled the slide back on his gun, the distinct click-clack filling the room.

Darren narrowed his eyes. "Not even the least bit curious, huh? Well, I'll tell you anyway. But first, take a look at your laptop."

One of the henchmen hesitated before stepping forward. He tapped a key, and his face instantly drained of color.

"Uh… boss…?"

The others moved closer, and as they looked, panic flickered across their features.

"What? What is it?" the boss snapped.

"The account. Boss, it's being drained. Right now. Money's disappearing by the second. It's encrypted, we can't stop it!"

The boss's face contorted in shock. His head snapped toward Darren, who remained utterly calm, no expression on his face.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Darren tilted his head. "Me? I'm not doing anything. Your entire profit is drained by an unstoppable and encrypted outside interference."

"What?! What did you bring in here?" he demanded. He turned to the security guard. "You searched him , didn't you?"

"I did. He had nothing."

The boss turned back to Darren, his hands shaking with rage. "Are you with the cops?"

Darren exhaled sharply. "That's a dumb question. Cops wouldn't steal money from criminals." His voice dropped to a murmur. "I'm taking it… for myself."

A hushed silence fell.

Darren leaned back, unfazed. "You see, I am the router. The longer I stand here, the more money gets siphoned out. You can kill me if you want… but that won't stop it."

One of the henchmen stammered, staring at the screen. "Boss… it's already down 5%!"

The boss stiffened.

"That's 3 million dollars gone," Darren said coolly. He sighed, shaking his head. "Shankz won't be happy about that."

The boss's fingers twitched. His mouth opened, then closed.

Darren studied him. "Oh yeah… I know you're not the top dog. Rodriguez Tevez is. And last I checked, he's still in Spain, hiding because the cops are sniffing around his operations. What do you think he's gonna say when he finds out all his sustenance money is gone?"

The boss's expression twisted with fury.

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"Sir… 85% left!" the henchman called out again.

The boss swore under his breath. His finger hovered over the trigger. Then — furious, humiliated — he turned the gun toward Darren's leg.

Darren's voice remained even. "If I get wounded, the withdrawal rate jumps to 50%." He tilted his head. "Actually… it's probably already increased to 10% by now."

The henchman paled. "Sir— 70% remaining!"

The boss clenched his teeth. His whole body trembled with frustration.

"Get him out of here," he barked. "Now!"

Darren stayed still. "My gun and ID card."

The boss's jaw ticked. But he nodded, and his men reluctantly returned the items.

Darren smoothly adjusted his coat, taking one last look at the boss before he was escorted out, ignoring the stares from the club's patrons.

They hurriedly led him out of the premises and into the alley. Even though his heart was pounding, Darren's face remained unreadable.

The moment he was free, and the door was closed.

Bam! Darren exploded into his heels, running to his car. Unlocking it, he threw himself inside.

Kara turned, eyes wild. "What is it?! What the hell is happening?!"

"Cancel the connection," Darren ordered. "Do it now!"

"Don't hurry me!"

She frantically shut it down.

"Someone's coming!" she shrieked.

Through the mirror, Darren spotted a henchman sprinting toward them. Without hesitation, he gunned the engine, tires screeching as the Aston Martin peeled out.

Kara screamed, gripping the dashboard. "You are insane! Tell me the truth, are you a spy?!"

"A spy?!"

"I'm asking, is there some James Bond going on in this shit!" Kara yelled out loud as bullets shot out of the henchman's gun.

Darren didn't respond. He drove faster, hitting a switch that made his car's plates to be covered by a black cloth.

Behind them, the henchman stopped, panting hard.