Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1688 - 800 My Interest Is a Bit High_2

Chapter 1688: Chapter 800 My Interest Is a Bit High_2

I just said one damn sentence, and it’s already been a minute. How are you calculating time? Besides, you’re only wearing swimming trunks. I don’t see any watch on you—did you strap one to... there?

Anderson wanted to snap, but as he stared at the bullet-less gun in his hand, a wave of helplessness washed over him. "Fine, I can’t produce the certificate right now. What do you want to do? I can compensate you, pay you back all your money..."

"Giving in so quickly?" Yan Fei paused in surprise. "The money’s already spent. I never planned on taking it back. What I need now is that certificate. Once I have it, we can settle the account of how you screwed me over. Without the certificate... well, you can imagine the consequences yourself!"

After pausing for a moment, he added, "You’ve got two minutes left."

Why don’t you just say you’re trying to screw me over? Damn it!

Anderson almost blurted those words aloud.

But in this situation, he truly didn’t dare. Facing a superhuman who could catch bullets and worrying about his family upstairs, what could he do?

Yan Fei had no intention of giving him any way out. Watching Anderson’s angry yet repressively silent expression, Yan Fei grinned and stood up. "Forget it, no point wasting time with you. I gave you the money, you failed to deliver. Can’t let this slide. I’ll start by collecting some interest..."

Before Anderson could even react, he felt the figure across from him suddenly appear beside him. Then his head spun violently, and he simply blacked out.

Truthfully, Yan Fei had been sincere in negotiating. Look, he had spent several minutes on this!

But Anderson’s behavior was disappointingly poor—Yan Fei genuinely wanted that certificate. Unfortunately, life didn’t always cooperate. With the certificate, he could openly market his beef elsewhere. Without it, he’d have to rely on word-of-mouth, which would slow down his progress.

Anderson had never gotten to the point. If he had promised to deliver the desired item to Yan Fei within a few days, perhaps Yan Fei would have spared him.

But he didn’t...

Inside the dinosaur base, Yan Fei observed the group of doctors busily working in the lab. After a moment of thought, he instructed the person beside him, Number One, "Go find a larger room and clean it up. Make sure it’s sealed so anyone inside can’t get out. I’m planning to lock a few people in there; they can’t be allowed to see what’s going on outside."

Number One nodded and left, but then circled back after two steps. "Boss, what kind of treatment should we give the people locked inside?"

"As long as they don’t starve, that’s enough," Yan Fei said casually.

"How about the sweet potato cellar?" Number One asked cautiously.

"That works, but there are kids too. Find a larger one," Yan Fei replied.

"Don’t worry, Boss. Our sweet potato cellars are all big enough," Number One assured him. "I’ll have it tidied up right away and make sure it’s as comfortable as any room."

The base had hot weather all year round, and the fruits, vegetables, and plenty of sweet potatoes Yan Fei initially used to start his business couldn’t be stored long in high temperatures. They needed a cool place to stay fresh.

Power at the base was still scarce, and using it to preserve produce wasn’t practical. A classic solution worked best: digging a large underground cellar deep enough for storage. It was efficient and straightforward.

The doctors worked quickly. Shortly after, a dinosaur enthusiast came running over to report, "Boss, it’s done."

Yan Fei nodded, walked over, and picked up the unconscious Anderson. Just as he was about to leave, he asked, "How long until he wakes up?"

"About half an hour, I’d guess," the dinosaur enthusiast calculated quickly, offering a suggestion afterward. "But Boss, you could splash some cold water on him to wake him faster."

Without responding further, Yan Fei hoisted Anderson and walked out of the lab. On his way, he shouted to Number One, who was running toward him, "Oh, by the way, don’t let that new guy coming in later interact with anyone inside. I don’t want him leaking our info."

With that, Yan Fei returned to Anderson’s house.

Throwing Anderson onto the couch, Yan Fei went upstairs to take a quick look around. He came back down in less than three minutes, grabbed Anderson again, and brought him into the bathroom, directly placing his head under the faucet.

The dinosaur enthusiast had really done a decent job, or maybe Yan Fei had been too ruthless. Very quickly, Anderson’s body trembled and then he violently began to struggle.

Yan Fei lifted him up and flung him onto the ground, watching him flail about.

Anderson awakened from choking on water. The suffocating sensation was enough to pull him out of unconsciousness, though his head still felt muddled. That was until his gaze fell on Yan Fei. "What did you do? Why am I..."

"You talk too much," Yan Fei interrupted. "I’ve collected my interest. Now get to work and call me once it’s done. Also, besides collecting interest, I’ve sent your family upstairs somewhere else for a while. So, if you want to see them soon, you’d better hurry."

Seeing Yan Fei turn to leave, Anderson panicked. "What do you mean? What happened to my family?"

"Just do your job," Yan Fei replied with a smile, turning and walking out of the bathroom door.

"No..." Anderson lunged forward, trying to grab Yan Fei. But in his panic, he forgot he had drenched the floor earlier. With his head still foggy, he took a single step before slipping and crashing hard onto the ground.

"Stop right there..." Anderson shouted again, struggling to get up.

The bathroom wasn’t large. With two attempts, he managed to crawl to the doorway. But by then, Yan Fei’s figure was long gone.

Propping himself up against the wall, Anderson slowly and laboriously made his way to the couch. The short distance was grueling, given the meddling from the doctors earlier. He wasn’t recovering quickly.

Sitting down, he reached out to press a button hidden underneath the table. Suddenly, his gaze locked on his hand, stunned—they had bandaged his right pinky. Based on the uneven size under the bandages, it was clear it was missing a segment. He instantly understood the ’interest’ Yan Fei had mentioned.

This wasn’t a "damn it" moment—it was a straight-up "fuck" situation!

But that wasn’t the most pressing matter now. Anderson inhaled sharply, forcing himself to press the button anyway.

Soon, a voice responded, "Boss, what’s up?"

Anderson took another deep breath, trying to keep his tone calm. "Did you guys notice anything odd outside earlier?"

"Nothing at all, Boss," the reply came quickly. "Everything’s normal."

Anderson took yet another deep breath, smothering the burning urge to curse, and shut off the communicator.

Struggling to his feet, he staggered step by step toward the stairs, leaning on the rail for support with every movement. Laboriously, he went upstairs, opening doors and flipping the rooms upside down like a madman. At the last room, after turning everything over, he slumped powerlessly to the floor, leaning against the bed in a daze...

After sitting there for a long while, he suddenly thought of something. Raising his wrist, he stared at the watch strapped on it.

His expression shifted to surprise. Then he glanced at the bedside alarm clock. Following this, he patted himself down, pausing briefly to recollect before shakily standing and heading back downstairs.

Arriving at the couch, he grabbed the phone lying there and began scrolling through the call history.

He remembered it clearly. He had called the person in the gambling city for a job, then had been ready to leave before Yan Fei appeared. Now, he wanted to compare the time from when Yan Fei had arrived to when he left.

Finally, he let the phone slip onto the couch helplessly, murmuring to himself, "He’s a demon..."

Everything felt like a dream, but the pain slowly creeping across his hand told him it was all real.

The pain in his hand grew more intense, but Anderson had no mind to concern himself with it. Staring at the empty living room, a space he used to enjoy, it now felt too vast—vast enough to unsettle him, leaving no place to hide...