Chapter 761: Selfish

Bai Lang could also run rampant in the Ugly State; it's not that the Ugly-style Iaido is ineffective, but the people of the Ugly State still don't know how vast the world is, thinking that relying on thermal weapons can at least suppress the weaker of the two supernatural beings. However, considering the old men...... the powerful departments of the Ugly State, intending to relieve the lord's worries, turn a blind eye.

Bai Lang's getting around is also simple—cars are everywhere on the roadside; just snatch any one—he mainly eyes clean-looking cars, and it doesn't matter what color the people inside are. Anyway, he's not killing people, right? He just flings open the car door, hauls the person out, tosses them to the roadside, gets in, and drives off—first-class car‑stealing bandit style. As for the targets he wants to hunt down, Bai Lang knows their whereabouts well.

The two places on the east and west coasts are either New York or Los Angeles and San Francisco—where else could little yellow people go? The vast majority of little yellow people, even if they call themselves "elite," are also in those two places; they just live in different houses and locations. Bai Lang is now taking action on the west coast,

Of course he enjoyed the killing— the Ugly State is great, with basically no restrictions; openly brandishing guns and robbing on the big roads, then shooting it out day after day is simply exhilarating.

The murderous qi here pleases Bai Lang's White Tiger Killer Qi immensely: "I'm called the White Tiger Star Lord, also known as the White Tiger Corpse‑Holder—fierce as can be. This dump is actually quite suitable for me to practice that Horizontal Killer Qi—so many people die violently here." The mainland also has plenty of ancient battlefields or battlefields from decades ago with this kind of qi, but it's not fresh; the Ugly State is still better, with fresh qi every day.

Bai Lang was also forced into action: taking advantage of the night, he swept a gun store clean, then, armed, broke into the mansion of a fleeing corrupt official in the Ugly State—the official himself had been sentenced domestically, apparently to a suspended death sentence or execution; his daughter adamantly refused to return the loot, even wishing her mother dead, and gloated over the domestic situation. Now Bai Lang is in this household, calmly first shooting dead the white‑skinned boyfriend, then eliminating the other creatures in the room, and finally locating this young lady.

At this point she was terrified and began begging, saying she would definitely return the money; Bai Lang couldn't even be bothered to talk to her, checked his pistol, put it away, pulled out an 870 shotgun and started blasting—one blast a leg, one blast a hand—he only killed her after expending all the shells in the magazine. "Ah, wasting ammo, but it's truly satisfying." The sirens had already wailed, yet Bai Lang unhurriedly slipped out the back door.

The police of the Ugly State could never catch him.

Bai Lang's killing spree paused after he arrived in New York; when he had killed a few Gao Hua corrupt officials in Flushing, a luxurious stretched car pulled up before him, and out stepped a typical old‑fashioned butler who spoke fluent Mandarin: "May I help you handle the follow‑up matters, sir?" Bai Lang looked at the elderly man with white‑tinged hair, and he too broke into a smile— the kind that reminds one of a saber‑toothed tiger in superhero comics.

"Want to talk about immortality? Hahaha, don't hide it—these old geezers have been itching to talk to me until their heads are smoking; now they finally can't hold back and come to give it a try? Fine, as they wish, going to eat a good meal with them isn't bad at all." Bai Lang laughed heartily, "These old guys are the most realistic." Indeed, that's the case: these vampires only ever want money, but now that supernatural power has appeared before them, they've added eternal youth to their list.

They had pursued it before, but objective reality made these old guys stubbornly believe that present technology couldn't achieve it; yet the supernatural appeared, immortals appeared, wondrous overseas fairy mountains appeared—what is technology? They tossed it aside. One could imagine they wouldn't mind instantly becoming old friends of the mainland populace; any politician on stage who spouts grandiose rhetoric about the mainland blindly follows the Beautiful Music Sect, and as long as these old geezers have a chance at immortality, they would personally make it happen.

As for Bai Lang, the old men had long since, through various means, made their own think tanks and themselves analyze him thoroughly—an ordinary patriot with mainstream mainland values, also an ordinary person standing from the position of the poor. Such a person is hard to convince, especially after gaining supernatural power; in his eyes they are all ants, and opposing his country's ants is not worth mentioning, so they must change their stance.

Bai Lang sat in the luxury car as if at home, with two pretty girls ready to wait on him for food and drink. The car sped off, quickly reaching a building in the suburbs of New York. Bai Lang got out, strode purposefully into the building— as he approached, the building's doors opened ahead of him, lights blazed inside, and several old men stood at the entrance, respectfully awaiting his arrival.

"Ha, gentlemen, the weather's nice today." Bai Lang still knows foreign languages—given his current martial prowess, learning any language is no trouble; if he wants, he can remember it at a glance. After entering, he naturally took the main seat: "You invited me here, surely not just to chat about Eastern oddities—you want immortality, right?" Though phrased as a question, it's actually a statement.

These old men all nodded, yeah, yeah, they only wanted a chance; for that they'd be willing to pay a huge price— for example, directly opening up all high‑tech technology transfers to the mainland, etc., which is practically tantamount to letting the Ugly State commit suicide. Anyway, to them the mainland couldn't just confiscate their property, and immortality is an old‑geezer affair—what does the Ugly State have to do with it? Even if the whole Ugly State were sacrificed, so what? After all, isn't this country meant to exist for them?

The old geezers on the European continent probably share the same view— they just resent that Bai Lang didn't go over there to clean house, and might even actively invite him over to do some killing......