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the Robbery



           thing that I wanted was a quarrel or fight. But things did not
           turn out the way I had hoped.
              Mr. Tan remained adamant. He could have easily settled
           his debts, but he would not budge. He felt a sense of power as
           he had many followers, and thought that he was untouchable.
           Despite having prospered, he refused to repay his debt. He
           had breached the code of ethics in the underworld.
              I told him that money borrowed had to be returned, and
           that he did not “give face” to my boss Li Chai when he refused
           to entertain my men who tried to collect the debt but returned
           empty-handed one after another. Finally, Li Chai had to assign
           me to do the job. Two bulls were about to lock horns.
              Mr. Tan raised his voice, and I knew he was not about to
           give in. I began to lose my patience. Here was a man who did
           not know that I could send him straight to his coffin. “So what
           do you want?” he said, scowling. “Who do you think you are?
           If I do not pay your boss back, what can you do to me?”
              His bodyguards were rolling up their sleeves, ready for a
           fight and to show their prowess. The conversation went on for
           another five minutes. There was no room for negotiation. A
           tough nut like Mr. Tan needed to be taught a good lesson. I was
           about to blow my top.
              “This is not right, Mr. Tan,” I retorted. “This is too much.
           You think you can get away by not paying a single sen! Since
           you are insisting on not paying back, I am forced to use what I
           have, especially as the soft approach no longer works.”
              I whipped out the gun I was carrying in my sling bag.
           Pointing the barrel at the wall, I pulled the trigger twice. The
           shots were deafening. Suddenly, everything stood still. Mr.
           Tan was stunned. The gunfire must have sent chills up his
           spine. His bodyguards, who were initially spoiling for a fight,
           retreated. They realised that they would end up as dead meat
           if they made the wrong move.
              The tension was intense as seconds ticked by. Mr. Tan
           sat there, frozen. None of his bodyguards dared to interfere.
           From being a tough guy, Mr. Tan suddenly became a mewing
           kitten. He had no choice but to comply. He knew his life was
           hanging by a thread that could snap any time. At a pull of the

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