Chapter 208: I Don't Have Many Strengths—Just Rough Skin, Thick Flesh, and Bomb‑Proof!

The atmosphere was grim.

The surrounding aura of destruction did not lessen, but grew even stronger.

Tang Zhong stared intently at Su Ming, his cloudy old eyes bloodshot.

He has spent his whole life gambling.

In his youth he gambled with his life, in middle age with his power, and in old age with the human heart.

Every time, he won.

Because he had seen through a truth—

As long as one is human, one fears death.

As long as there is a weakness, it can be exploited.

This time, he put the countless lives in the Underground City, along with the unstoppable rising star before him, onto the gambling table!

All in!

He waits.

Waiting for a tremor in the opponent's gaze, waiting for this young supreme's concession!

After all, who would oppose fate or profit?

However.

Two seconds.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely.

Heh!

A light laugh abruptly broke the deathly silence.

Tang Zhong's eyelid twitched sharply.

The guy opposite's smile…

It was neither a bitter smile forced by desperation, nor a cold smile of feigned composure.

But…

He saw some novel toy, pure, playful, even with a hint of…

perverse excitement!

"Interesting."

Su Ming leisurely pulled his hands, which had been tucked in his pockets, out, and elegantly smoothed his cuffs.

Then.

Clack—!

A crisp footstep sounded.

He not only didn't retreat, but stepped forward, closing in on Tang Zhong by a step.

Tang Zhong's pupils trembled instantly, and the hand holding the key jerked sharply.

"Mr. Su?! Are you crazy?!"

"Didn't you understand my words?"

"This place is connected to the Earth Vein! As soon as my finger moves…"

"Stop!"

Su Ming raised his hand, cutting off his hysteria.

Clack, clack—!

Footsteps continued, the distance shrinking to five meters.

His entire aura burst, slamming onto Tang Zhong's face like a tsunami.

Both sides, whether in psychological games or raw power…

were on completely different scales!

"You mean— that thing in your hand is a Dead Switch."

"As long as you press it yourself, or your heartbeat stops…"

"Boom!"

Su Ming made an exaggerated gesture, pairing it with an extremely perfunctory explosion sound.

"Everyone will be done, and go straight to see the Great Matriarch, right?"

Hearing this, cold sweat instantly dripped down Tang Zhong's forehead.

He…

How does he know the trigger mechanism?!

Since he knows it's a dead end, why does this madman still move forward?!

"Don't come over!!"

Tang Zhong finally couldn't hold back, staggered backward, his voice changed tone.

"We are all smart people! Living in this world isn't easy!"

"You hold the key, the Underground City belongs to you, we both win! Why resort to a kill‑all?!"

"Fuck your mother!"

Su Ming tilted his head, golden light swirling in his eyes.

"Old bastard, how have you lived so long? Didn't you check my temper?"

He stretched out his slender finger and pointed at his own nose.

"I, as a person, have no real merits."

"A foul temper, a petty Inner Eye, and an extremely strong desire for revenge."

"And also…"

He twisted his mouth into a grin, a chilling grin.

"In this life, the thing that bothers me most is others threatening me."

Bang!

Su Ming closed in again, his eyes flashing with a restless eagerness to try.

"I've been thinking all along…"

"Given my current physical condition, just how much can I take a beating?"

The distance between them was now only two meters.

Su Ming, with a sincere expression, pointed at the key in Tang Zhong's hand.

"Can an explosion of this level of energy actually blow me to death?"

"Can it leave a whole corpse?"

"Or else…"

He leaned his face forward, his eyes shining.

"You press it, and we try?"

Sss!

Tang Zhong's scalp prickled, his whole body trembling.

"Madman!"

"This damn thing is definitely a madman!"

He'd wagered a lifetime on humanity, yet never imagined he'd meet a monster that plays by no rules at all!

That demeanor, that tone, truly didn't seem feigned!

He really wants to try!

"You… you…"

Tang Zhong stammered incoherently, sweat stinging his eyes, yet he didn't dare blink.

"Press?"

Even if you lent him ten doses of courage, he still wouldn't press!

The man opposite is playing with his life, conducting an experiment.

But he, Tang Zhong…

He truly fears death, and truly will die!

If he weren't afraid, why endure all these years as a grandson?

Why guard a fortune of ten thousand gold and not dare to splurge?

And why lower his voice, humiliate himself, becoming someone's dog?

"What? Not pressing?"

Su Ming looked at Tang Zhong's cowardly demeanor, the fervor in his eyes gradually fading into unabashed mockery.

"Coward now?"

He sneered, and the oppressive pressure instantly subsided.

There's a saying that goes like this—

In a game of strategy, the side that collapses first is always the one with something to gain.

"Your petty scheming is hidden so clumsily, I even feel embarrassed for you."

"You keep saying that this key is your master's intention, that you want to give the Golden House to me."

"And you even produced a transfer agreement for me to sign."

"On the surface, it looks like I become the new boss, you become my steward, everyone is happy."

Su Ming shook his head, clicking his tongue twice.

He stared at Tang Zhong like a fool.

The Eye of Truth had already stripped everything clean beforehand!

The key in his hand that controls everything, together with the Mechanical Heart in the distance, are a matching Legendary‑level artifact!

And on this key, there is a line of fine print—

"Binder: Tang Zhong!"

That means…

Even if this key were given to Su Ming, at most he'd just be a key rack for others.

The one who can truly make the Golden House explode has always been the old shady bastard right in front of us.

The so‑called contract is nothing but a joke.

In such a chaotic place, how many people take signing seriously?

Even if it were useful, once he signs, Su Ming becomes the nominal legal person, the helmsman of the Golden House, a sinking wreck.

In the future, if anything goes wrong, whether the Official causes trouble or enemies seek revenge…

They'll all come after Su Ming!

And what about Tang Zhong?

He can happily hide in his shadow, continuing to act as the supreme ruler!

He uses his force to intimidate all sides, and uses his reputation to attract business.

Even when he can't hold on any longer, he'll blow up this rotten mess!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Su Ming thought more and more that the calculation was spot on, and couldn't help lightly clapping.

"Brilliant."

"Truly brilliant."

"I have to say, your whole act of feigning retreat, pretending to surrender, and finding a scapegoat, you played it truly superbly!"

Su Ming stepped forward again, almost face to face with Tang Zhong.

"Actually, I've been pondering a question earlier."

"In the outside world, the boss of Golden House is a gambler, a mysterious big shot."

"And you are just a loyal old steward, a good dog."

"But from the current situation…"

Su Ming glanced at the Corporate Slave Diary on the table.

"The so‑called gambler, I fear, from the very beginning…"

"... had a lower status than you, right?"

"Or rather…"

Su Ming lowered his voice, like a demon whispering.

"He is merely a puppet pushed to the front, a code name, a scapegoat that can be discarded at any time."

"Just like what you now want me to do."

"And you, Tang Zhong."

"The master you always mention… actually someone else?!"

Su Ming squinted slightly, and the strange steel seal on that contract resurfaced in his mind.

A dark‑red vertical eye.

Below it hung an inclined balance scale.

What on earth…

is this weird organization?

Opposite Su Ming.

Tang Zhong, who had been trembling, his body suddenly went rigid, horror in his eyes.

He… how does he know everything?!