Chapter 225: I Don't Keep Idlers!

"What are you saying?"

Su Ming didn't even turn his head, and tore open a pack of small biscuits.

He was truly hungry.

"It's... that..."

Magu stammered.

"That Old Gambling Ghost... is he really reliable?"

"Wang, think about it, he's the type who even dares to trap his former employer to death; that's the standard trait of a double‑crosser!"

"And... this Golden House is like a piece of dripping fat; can you really trust him alone to guard it?"

"What if he flips again? What if he takes our resources and then suddenly clings to some other powerful patron?"

It's still the same line.

She may be a lunatic, but her intuition has always been terrifyingly sharp.

She truly worries that this unfed white‑eyed wolf might one day bite back and ruin Wang's grand scheme.

Su Ming didn't respond immediately.

The streetlights outside the car window flickered across his face, alternating bright and dim, making his profile even more obscure and hard to read.

"Flip?"

Su Ming let out a light laugh and shoved a biscuit into his mouth.

Crunch—!

The bite was crisp.

"You, you must remember one thing."

"In this world, the strongest bonds have never been about loyalty, let alone some damn gratitude."

"What is it?"

Magu blinked her big eyes, leaned forward, her face full of curiosity.

"It's a co‑conspirator."

Su Ming turned his head aside, his gaze as deep as a pool of stagnant water.

"His hands are stained with Shen Qing's blood, tainted by the Karma of the massive Chaotic Scale."

"This Token of Allegiance is too heavy."

"It's so heavy that, apart from my rickety vessel, no ship in this world dares to carry him, and no one can move him."

"He wants to live, to take revenge, to preserve his last pitiful sliver of freedom..."

"He can only cling tightly to my thigh, become my fiercest dog, and bite to death any approaching enemy."

"As for whether he can hold it?"

Su Ming's mouth curled up, revealing a chilling cruelty.

"If he can hold it, that's his skill; this Golden House is the bone awarded to him."

"If he can't hold..."

"Then it's just his fate being bad."

"A useless dog, once dead it's just dead; the world lacks nothing in people who want to be dogs."

Su Ming brushed the biscuit crumbs off his hand, his gaze indifferent.

"I don't keep idle people."

He paused, his eyes like knives, slowly sweeping across Magu's face.

"These words apply to you as well."

Inside the carriage, the air pressure dropped a few degrees instantly.

Magu instinctively tucked her neck, feeling a chill run down her back.

Even though the air‑conditioner was off, she broke out in gooseflesh.

They... are all dogs.

The only difference is that she boarded the ship a bit earlier, as a dog.

If he holds, reward the bone.

If he can't hold, slaughter and eat the meat.

These are Wang's Rule, and also the iron law of this apocalypse.

"I am the first..."

Magu stared at the night scenery racing backward outside the window, her pupils narrowing slightly, her mental ledger calculating at lightning speed.

She is the first Calamity Wang has subjugated.

Logically, this comes from the Dragon's Merit, she's a veteran!

But who is Wang?

He's a top‑tier ruthless man who fought his way up, even killing the Son of Decay! Wolf Extinction!

How many monsters will he subjugate in the future?

Ten?

One hundred?

Or tens of thousands?

Among those monsters, there will surely be heavenly disasters that can devour a city in an instant, undying oddities, and even...

Compared with those guys, she, still playing dice and living off luck, is...

What a damn joke?

By then, even if she tried to be the most seductive, she probably still wouldn't make the list!

"If I can't keep up..."

Magu subconsciously brushed the icy skin of her own neck.

"When the king has a stronger, more obedient, more bitey dog beside him..."

"I'll be eliminated, right?"

"I'll definitely be eliminated!"

"Just like those lousy gamblers whose luck I drained, becoming trash you can toss away at will!"

At that thought, Magu's scalp went numb and every hair on her body stood on end.

No!

Absolutely not!

I will never be eliminated!

"Huh…"

Magu took a deep breath, and the look behind her mask gradually changed.

She wants to get stronger!

She wants results!

She wants involution!

…

Approaching midnight, twelve o'clock.

The gate of Jin Se Tea Garden was pushed open.

Although it was already late night, the living room was brightly lit and bustling like New Year's.

Dream Butterfly was directing the girls of the Rose Squad, energetically sorting the mountain of supplies!

"Lord, what's this…"

Jiang Wan's expression was complicated.

Su Ming smiled, casually grabbed a bottle of Happy Water from the table, and pulled the ring.

Fizz—!

The bubbling sound was pleasant.

"Hardworking sir, please help sort these into storage, distribute what's needed, use what's needed, don't hold back!"

Watching these girls' eyes light up one by one, he was thrilled…

He was actually a bit moved!

Indeed, whether women are buying bags or picking gear…

That kind of fervor is the same.

Then, Su Ming turned his head toward Pang Tong, his expression becoming slightly more serious.

"Mr. Pang, you handle these things first."

"I'll go rest for a while."

After a night of hustling, even a body forged of iron needs to be returned to the furnace for reforging.

"Lord really going?"

Pang Tong's wise old eyes seemed to have already seen through Su Ming's plan.

"Heh!"

Su Ming gulped a mouthful of Happy Water, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"That's natural."

"Since the neighbor's house is so lively, as a representative of the Land of Etiquette…"

"If I, Su, don't go give them some warmth and casually loosen their soil, wouldn't that be a bit indefensible?"

…

Tea Garden, second floor, master bedroom.

Su Ming flung himself onto the soft big bed, almost collapsing onto the pillow.

That night, he was indeed exhausted to the point of wheezing.

Dealing with Shen Qing, a pervert who plays by the Rule, consumes several times the energy of cutting someone down directly, draining his vital energy.

If he doesn't rest now, when he reaches the neighboring island, there won't be enough time for him to catch his breath.

Outside the window, a rustling sound began.

Gray Rain arrived as scheduled, washing away the city's sins and bloodshed.

A new day, in this world full of variables, refreshes on schedule.

1:30 AM.

Su Ming opened his eyes on time, turning off the alarm a second before it rang.

His muscles tensed and relaxed, his condition almost fully recovered!

"Final preparations!"

Without hurrying to get out of bed, a thought flickered, and his consciousness sank straight into the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse.

In the void, the eerie Crimson Throne floated silently.

Like a monster that can never be satiated, it exuded a greedy aura, awaiting offerings of sacrifice.

Beside it, the Xiao Heizi in a dragon‑pattern ground‑chicken form was sprawled in a four‑limb spread, snoring loudly, drool hanging from its mouth corner.

Begin operation!

Infinite Green, open!

Wha‑la‑la—!

Su Ming swung his hand broadly, and the white, ordinary-quality items piled like a mountain in the corner, like trash, were fed in one go into the mouth of the Crimson Throne!

Creak! Creak!

Bottles of Source Blood, shimmering with green light, appeared!

Infinite Green, close!

Keep sending!

All the Excellent and Outstanding‑grade items that just arrived from the Golden House were smashed in!

In others' eyes, these are treasures.

For him, they're all happy water!

"There's nothing I can do, I have a severe fear of insufficient firepower!"

Ten bottles, twenty bottles, fifty bottles, one hundred bottles…

The modified Source Blood piled up in the space into a small hill, making the Human Heart feel immensely steady.

"Now…"

"Even if someone chops it into eighteen pieces, as long as the head is still there, I can stitch it back on the spot!"

…

2 a. m.

Night Color Bar was deep, the cold was biting.

Su Ming rolled out of bed, changed into black clothes, and arrived at the Tea Garden Gate.

Pang Tong, Fa Zheng, Dream Butterfly and others had long been standing at the foot of the steps, their expressions solemn.

"Lord, although that place is a speck of land, this muddied water…"

Fa Zheng furrowed his brows, holding a few hastily‑made brocade pouches in his hand.

He wanted to hand them to Su Ming, but felt it was somewhat unnecessary.

After all, his lord's mind is wilder than his brocade pouches…

Ordinary people couldn't predict it at all!

"Alright, it's fine!"

Su Ming waved his hand, opened the car door, moving with a sleek, decisive gesture.

"I'll leave the household matters to you, I'm at ease."

"If anyone dares to cause trouble while I'm away…"

"No nonsense, go straight for death!"

Having said that, he lowered his head and slipped into the cockpit.

In the passenger seat, Magu had been waiting for a long time.

At this moment, she had also changed into a striking outfit, a tight black leather jacket perfectly outlining her fiery figure.

But on her face, she put on that smiling mask herself.

Those eyes exposed outward burned with battle intent.

This is a thirst for performance!

She wants to prove herself, that she's not idle!

She wants to become stronger!

The engine roared, the headlights tore through the darkness.

"Hold on tight."

Su Ming floored the accelerator.

"Depart, airport!"

"I have no idea about those scraps…"

"Are you ready to welcome their new dad?!"