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The others, too, found themselves nodding along. Though Casper’s reasoning felt a bit off to them,

they could not agree more with him. Monetary compensation was indeed the best solution to resolve

the situation.

Casper fished out a fistful of coins from the bag. “I think this is worth about a hundred. Boys, we’d

better make sure we don’t shortchange them.”

He sneered at the owner of the music store. “You said the piano costs sixty-eight thousand, didn’t you?

I’m assuming the dent I just made on the piano is worth five thousand then.”

The store owner paled. “N-No, it’s all right,” he stammered. “I bought it for only a little over ten

thousand… Y-You don’t have to-”

His words were cut off when Casper threw the coins in the face like a bombardment of hard pebbles.

He yelped in pain, flailing his arms blindly.

“Nice!” Felix and the gang pumped their fists in triumph at the sight. They each grabbed a handful of

coins and threw them at the store owner as well. The ty and satisfaction of “stoning” an adversary

with money brought a rush of adrenaline through their veins.

“Keep going, guys.” Casper’s voice was tinged with anger. “I promised five thousand and I plan to

deliver. We still have a long way to go.”

He and the rest continued to hurl coins at the owner, who was eventually backed into a corner and

curled up into a pathetic ball.

Colton did a quick calculation. “I think that’s about five thousand, Casper.”

Casper and the rest stopped before collectively casting their gaze on Goodyear, who gave an

involuntary shudder and tried to escape. His attempt was thwarted, however, by someone from the

Firewolf Chamber.

“Hmm… I’d say that he gets five thousand too,” Casper said, flinging another handful of coins at

Goodyear. The latter yowled. He twisted and curled in on himself, trying to block the onslaught. Casper

scoffed and delivered a kick on the guy’s back that had him jackknife upward.

The rain of coins continued to shower down on Goodyear, whose paunchy blubber quivered with each

hit.

Ced looked at the sea of scattered coins with a pinched expression. He could feel his mouth run dry as

he remembered he was the one who asked Casper for a ten-thousand recompense earlier. He must be

saving the remaining coins for me… Oh dear God… Why did I tell him that just now?

It was too late for him to do anything. Casper and his friends were finished with Goodyear and were

now approaching him with the bag of coins.

The others looked on with slacked jaws. Even Jeremy was in awe of Casper’s method for revenge. It

was innovative, to say the least.

Godfrey Yorke paused to wipe off the beads of sweat that had appeared on his forehead. “Phew, I’m

beat. Who would’ve thought that hitting people with a ton of money could be so tiring.”

The attack ended when all twenty thousand worth of coins were on the ground. No one bothered to

pick them up since their denominations were so small.

“That’s quite the vindication, Casper,” Felix chortled in immense satisfaction and thumped his friend on

the back in thanks.

Casper took a deep breath and exhaled. He did in fact felt vindicated. Even the air smelled sweeter to

him than before.

“Hey, Boss,” Jeremy said, pointing at two more bags brimming with coins. “I’ve gone to the nearby bank

and got all their coins.”

Casper cocked his head at the cowering Goodyear. “I seem to recall someone demanding recompense

for causing a delay in performance preparations. Is ten thousand enough, I wonder?”

Gulping, the latter nearly slumped to the group as his legs gave out. Never in his life had he been so

scared to be on the receiving end of money until now.

“I’m very sorry, gentlemen,” he begged, all traces of conceitedness fleeing him. “Please forgive my

snobbery… I can’t handle another round of coins.”

His display of submission only irritated Casper more. “You’re nothing but a bully who preys on the

weak. The only reason you pick on the students is you know you have an unfair advantage over them.

You need to learn your lesson today, no matter what!”

With that, he turned to the rest of the students and handed them the bags. “I know you had your

reservations earlier, but now’s your chance to take your revenge. It’s your turn to shower them with the

coins. Let those bullies have the ten thousand. And don’t worry. I’ll take on all liabilities arising from

this.”

Colton cleared his throat. “But don’t overdo it,” he added, mindful of the aftermath lest it became fatal

and affected Casper in any way. “Just… you know, rotate your targets. Don’t all go to town on one

particular person.”

The owner of the music store threw himself at Casper’s feet. “Please forgive me, sir! Cowherd made

me loan out the piano free of charge. I was in a bad mood, so I lashed out at you…”

He pointed to the piano. “It’s yours if you want it! Take it as my way of saying sorry.”

Unmoved, Casper looked at him coldly. He could tell that the owner was not truly remorseful about the

way he treated people. “You can say sorry by treating others as human beings,” he said icily. “Just

because we’re students doesn’t mean you could arrogantly order us around and take out your

frustrations on us.”

He took one last glance at the owner in distaste before motioning the students to start.

In the next moment, the mad clinking of coins rang out in the store once more as the students pelted

the three men relentlessly. Casper told Jeremy to stay behind and monitor the situation while he

headed out of the store with his friends in tow.

Elena came up to him. “The things you and your crazy ideas have put me through…” She shook her

head in exasperation. “The bank staff looked at me like I was crazy when I told them I wanted to

withdraw that much money in coins. Not to mention, it’s such a chore to carry something so heavy all

the way here.”

Felix and the others widened their eyes at the sight of Casper’s hot secretary.

Shrugging, Casper smirked. “I just wanted to experience what it’s like to be a modern-day Robin Hood.”

Elena rolled her eyes. “Like I said. Crazy.”

Godfrey, who had followed them out of the store, piped up. “Man, I’ve got to hand it to you. That back

there was awesome. You really are something, all right.”

“You’re not bad yourself.” Casper inclined his head. He was impressed by the other’s bout of courage

and show of camaraderie earlier at the store. “Thanks for standing up for us.”

Colton nudged him. “I don’t mean to be a wet blanket, Casper, but we did just screw up the show

preparations. I heard that the talent involved in the show is a starlet. She was paid at least a few

hundred thousand in terms of performance fees.”

Casper waved him off. “I’ll handle it. Don’t worry.”