Chapter 609: One Doesn't Get Rich Without a Windfall

This was definitely a heroic act. Crushing the other party's hand bones was also to stop the crime, and after causing the other party to faint, Bai Lang didn't launch any follow-up attacks. Therefore, he could go back after finishing his statement. "Interesting, interesting. After so many travels, this is the first time I've made a statement. If I had known this thing had bad intentions, why would my first travel... wait, that seems to be my own fault."

Bai Lang remembered his first world travel. That time, he also couldn't help but kill the human traffickers. If he said he regretted it, that was not at all true. He savored that slaughter, feeling only endless pleasure in his heart. "Such scum, killing them makes me feel happy; it can be considered a good deed they did before they died!" So he wasn't hostile to the police at all and was very cooperative when making the statement.

Back home, second-grade elementary students didn't have homework, and the parents' divorce probably made the child mature quite a bit. She was flipping through a picture book by herself, not bothering Bai Lang at all. Instead, Bai Lang felt a bit bored and took the initiative to provoke this cheap "daughter." "Jiaojiao, shall we go out to play?" The little girl looked up at her father, her eyes full of curiosity.

Bai Lang could guess why with his butt. It must be that this sycophant had been acting like he was dying, feeling that the sky had fallen and life couldn't go on, and that he couldn't live without this woman, but suddenly he was calm and indifferent, like a completely different person, and even had the leisure to take her out to play? One had to know that Bai Lang, the substitute, was an unemployed vagrant—that's right, because the divorce hurt the sycophant too much, he had to resign.

The little one was still young, after all. When Bai Lang said go out to play, she was of course willing. So Bai Lang took her to the children's play center in the mall. The child played very happily, and Bai Lang felt quite happy sitting on the side watching. Fighting and killing all day, it was nice to relax occasionally. At this time, Bai Lang was flipping through the information about the so-called ex-wife. "Wang Xiao Ling, this name is quite ordinary, it seems it never matches this face."

He flipped through the so-called settings. "It looks like something made by a third-rate novelist. The plot is like a 'White Scholar' study, then this 'loser' is my 'ex-wife,' so she immediately marries this sycophant, and then meets that guy again under the meddling of the so-called mother-in-law, so she goes to chase love again—isn't she a mistress now?" Bai Lang laughed immediately. "What kind of hero am I, to be involved in such trivial matters? It's ridiculous."

Rush out now and beat the adulterer and adulteress to death? Bai Lang had no interest at all. He wasn't a sycophant, and there was no sense of reality. Whatever these people liked to do, whatever grievances and love-hate relationships they had, let them be. Bai Lang, who was originally one of them, sorry, he wouldn't accompany them. He had to find a way to make money, and then live a more unrestrained and wild life.

With Bai Lang's IQ, the simplest way to make money was to rob the robbers—for example, robbing underground casinos, robbing smugglers, robbing those people in the gray areas, and of course, there was another one, robbing corrupt officials—hopefully they accepted cash. Bai Lang's martial arts could definitely do it without anyone knowing, he just had to consider the surveillance problem. "First, I have to scout the place..." Bai Lang considered this problem after coaxing his daughter to sleep.

He watched the little girl fall asleep and reached out to brush her back, his internal force penetrating her body and circulating through her meridians. "Oh? I didn't realize that people in this world can't practice the method of true Qi and internal force?" When his true Qi circulated through her meridians, he found that at least in this daughter's body, there were no meridians or Qi sea to speak of, so they could only practice external martial arts, storing the Qi they practiced from the outside in their muscles, bones, and even blood vessels?

This was indeed a way. Bai Lang felt it was quite strange, and it gave him a lot of ideas. But now was not the time to think about this. He still decided to go out and scout under the cover of night, and if possible, just make some money and be done with it. Bai Lang closed the door. Although there were no meridians, the theories of traditional Chinese medicine were all there, and the acupoints were actually there, it was just that they weren't in the human body—this could be completely explained by the theory of projection from the heavens.

Besides, it wasn't completely useless, it was just that psychological factors and a small part of physiological factors could play a role. Bai Lang's true Qi circulation could let this child have a good dream until dawn.

Bai Lang went out, it was the familiar atmosphere of nightlife—as Bai Lang's figure moved, he had already turned into a whirlwind and rolled onto the top of a building dozens of meters high. Bai Lang gathered his power in his ears and began to distinguish the news in the wind. He wanted to try to see if he could hear the sound of an underground casino. As for corrupt officials? He didn't hold much hope for that. While listening to the noisy sounds in the wind, Bai Lang was thinking about the way to get money through official channels.

"For example, doing bounty hunting? Killing criminals who have escaped? Why is there no bounty hunter profession in the mainland?" Bai Lang really didn't hear any casino sounds, but he distinguished some special sounds, and the wind also brought unusual scents. Bai Lang jumped between the high buildings, turning into wind, and soon arrived at a place in the shade. Under the building, two SUVs were parked, and a few men were talking.

Bai Lang knew very well what they were doing, so he casually put on a mask he had prepared in advance and fell down. While falling, he flicked his fingers, his thumb hooked under his index finger, shooting out Qi bullets. Those people hadn't reacted before they were knocked unconscious, and the people sitting in the car were knocked unconscious by the Qi bullets that penetrated the glass and steel plates. Bai Lang put on his gloves and started to loot.

He found prohibited drugs, and also found the money used for the transaction. Bai Lang took the money as his own without being polite, and put the drugs in a conspicuous place, took the phone of one of the unconscious guys and dialed 110. "Someone is selling prohibited drugs." After saying that, he put the phone on the ground without even hanging up. Holding the money, Bai Lang rose into the air and squatted on the roof nearby, watching the cars coming from afar. "Plainclothes..." He didn't see police cars, but Bai Lang smelled the scent of gunpowder on the cars.

Soon, the plainclothes officers surrounded the place. Bai Lang saw this and then left silently. "Not a bad harvest, at least 600,000 here." He opened the handbag and took a casual look. When he returned home, the little girl was indeed sleeping soundly. This guy threw the bag very casually into a corner of the room and leaned on the sofa himself, preparing to sleep for a while. ===== CHAPTER 610 =====