Chapter 149: Xu Damao Wants Revenge

He Yuzhu caught a glimpse of the thug standing right in the middle of the road, gun raised to fire, yet he did not even lift an eyelid.

"Zhao Ying, watch out!" he shouted, and before the words had finished, his right foot had already floored the accelerator!

The engine let out a deafening roar like a trapped beast, and the sedan, like an arrow released from a bow, charged madly straight at the thug.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The gun in the thug's hand fired first.

Zhao Ying in the passenger seat let out a cry of alarm: "Zhuzi, hurry and dodge!"

Three bullets, carrying a sharp whistling sound through the air, slammed fiercely into the windshield.

Yet, an astonishing scene occurred—the glass did not shatter, leaving only three conspicuous white dots.

"Thud!" A muffled sound.

This was the sound of the car hitting the thug.

That guy standing in the middle of the road had wanted to flee after firing, but before he could run a few steps, he was violently sent flying by the speeding car.

He failed to escape, not because his reaction was slow, but because He Yuzhu had accurately predicted his path of movement.

The thug tumbled several times in the air, then landed heavily on the road like a broken sack.

He Yuzhu did not hesitate in the slightest and quickly turned the car around.

He stepped on the gas again, driving fiercely over the body.

"Screech—" The sound of tires rolling over the body was not clear inside the well-insulated luxury car; He Yuzhu only felt a slight bump from the vehicle.

He reversed again, coldly confirmed that the thug was completely lifeless, then quickly shifted gears, and the car, like a wild Mustang, sped away from the scene.

Because of the sudden turn and impact, Zhao Ying had accidentally knocked her forehead against the side window, and a large bump immediately rose up.

She rubbed it incessantly in pain and complained: "He Yuzhu, you bastard! You nearly killed me! You have to take care of me for the rest of my life!"

"Fine, fine, I'll take care of you for the rest of your life. Does your head still hurt?" He Yuzhu asked with concern.

"Is this about whether it hurts or not? That thug fired a gun just now; I thought we were dead for sure! You're a lunatic, why didn't you know to dodge?" Zhao Ying said, still shaken.

"Where was there time to dodge back then? It was either sink or swim. My thought was that if he shot me, I'd run him over!" He dared not say that he had long ago discovered this car, modified it, and even installed bulletproof glass. For someone who had never been abroad, knowing such things would be too heaven-defying.

"This car actually has bulletproof glass! We really got lucky!" Zhao Ying exclaimed, only just realizing it.

"That's also because you're such a little lucky star that we were able to turn danger into safety," He Yuzhu said, taking the opportunity to flatter her.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Zhao Ying's face, and she said: "Well said, I haven't had enough of riding in this car yet, take me for a spin."

"Alright, I'll satisfy you," He Yuzhu agreed, and began driving around the city.

In truth, he had other plans: he wanted to see with his own eyes just how chaotic this city would become tonight; perhaps he could even catch some "zero-dollar shopping"? For someone with a spatial dimension, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a "harvest."

He Yuzhu drove through the chaotic streets. Many thugs on the road would throw stones at the car from time to time.

The situation was getting worse and worse; groups of young people flooded the streets, burning every car they saw, smashing every shop they encountered, and even surrounding and beating the Police.

Wherever He Yuzhu looked, fires were breaking out everywhere; the entire city seemed to have turned into a burning purgatory.

He Yuzhu saw a large group of young white thugs rampaging down the street in a grand procession.

He parked the car in a quiet corner and took Zhao Ying's hand: "Let's go, we'll follow them and go pick up some 'foreign loot'."

"What if they recognize us?" Zhao Ying couldn't help but worry.

"They're all wearing masks, and we are too; who would have nothing better to do than go around unmasking others? Even if someone is blind enough to try, I'm not afraid. Tonight, buddy will show you a couple of 'magic tricks'."

Zhao Ying immediately guessed his intention: "You want to take the opportunity to make money?"

"Of course, after working all night, we can't return empty-handed, right?" He Yuzhu laughed.

"I like that! But don't put the money we get tonight into the company's accounts; let's split it ourselves. It's too painful to look at so much money and not be able to spend it."

"Deal, I promise you!"

He Yuzhu discovered that this group of white thugs was even more insane; they didn't just smash the shops of people of color, they didn't spare any shop at all. They would break in, loot everything, and finally set a fire.

To He Yuzhu, this was a god-given opportunity. Under the cover of "the law cannot punish the masses," he had no psychological burden. Anyway, he was just 'picking up' things.

Before the thugs smashed open a door, He Yuzhu would collect supplies at the entrance; once they swarmed into the shop, He Yuzhu would quickly collect the supplies from the Warehouse into his space.

Every time, the thugs would find it strange when they saw the empty Warehouse.

When the thugs turned to attack large shopping malls, He Yuzhu would mingle among them, and wherever he passed, all the goods were collected into his space.

In the second half of the night, the thugs became increasingly out of control and began to swarm toward the villa area where the wealthy lived, as if there were mountains of gold and silver there.

The wealthy people in the villas had already received the news by phone and had fled by car with their valuables.

By the time the thugs broke in, only the heavy furniture that couldn't be moved remained.

They searched frantically for valuables, and once disappointed, they would set fires to vent their anger.

He Yuzhu, relying on his spatial perception, accurately found the wealth hidden in secret basements or safes by several families and quietly pocketed it all.

Once the thugs had looted things, they began to retreat.

He Yuzhu turned no one away and helped them clean up the battlefield.

Food, oil paintings, furniture, electrical appliances... anything with a bit of value was collected into his space.

More than two hours later, the once quiet and luxurious villa area had turned into a sea of flames.

When the sky was slightly bright, He Yuzhu and Zhao Ying returned to the hotel, dragging their exhausted bodies.

As soon as they entered the room, Zhao Ying could no longer suppress her curiosity and eagerly asked: "Quick, show me the magic trick! You went in and out of so many villas all night, you must have had a huge harvest, right?"

He Yuzhu laughed: "Close your eyes and count to five."

When Zhao Ying opened her eyes again, piles of US dollars, glittering gold bars, and all kinds of jewelry and ornaments almost covered the entire bed.

She covered her mouth in shock: "My god! You... how did you do it?"

"Of course, it's the 'foreign loot' I picked up," He Yuzhu smiled triumphantly.

Zhao Ying's occupational disease immediately flared up, and she subconsciously wanted to start counting.

He Yuzhu stopped her and roughly divided the wealth into two piles: "Today we're opening blind boxes. You pick one pile at random and take it directly; you're not allowed to count!"

Not being able to count the money, Zhao Ying suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, as if something was missing.

Inside the Lou Mansion, Mother Xu knelt before Tan Yali, tears streaming down her face: "Ma'am, my husband died unjustly! I beg you to speak with the Master and go to the Police Bureau to ask how exactly my Fugui met his end!"

Tan Yali hurriedly helped her up: "Get up and speak. I can go ask about this matter, but no matter how he died, you still have to go on living. Crying and wailing every day won't solve anything..."

Mother Xu was sobbing so hard she could not speak: "I... I don't know why he... my heart feels so stifled..."

In the Siheyuan, Xu Damao was rummaging through cabinets and boxes at home.

He was almost certain that his father had been killed by Chen Daya. This grudge had to be avenged, and quickly!

He finally found the place where the money was hidden at home, a full one hundred and twenty Big Ocean.

He picked up one piece, blew on it like the adults did, and held it to his ear to listen, but he heard nothing at all.

He furtively buried most of the money in a corner of the wall, tucked twenty pieces into his pocket, and ran outside the courtyard to hail a rickshaw.

"Driver, go to the Dog Fighting Arena in Nancheng, the one run by Xiao Erduo," Xu Damao said, feigning maturity.