Chapter 441

Liang Tianzan turned sharply, looking at the white-haired youth: "How did you get in?"

His villa complex had not just one or two security rooms.

Outside his villa's main building, there were also guard booths for private bodyguards, with three security teams patrolling twenty hours a day to ensure safety.

How did he sneak in silently?

"I walked in, Liang Feifan. Today's 'baptism,' I'll supervise you to complete it." Tang Luo looked at Liang Feifan and said.

"You dare! My dad—" Liang Feifan shouted, but before he could finish, he saw his father sway and collapse flat on the ground.

Your dad is useless.

"What did you do!" Liang Tianzan yelled, his voice breaking.

"Nothing, just let him sleep." Tang Luo, who had knocked out Liang Tianzan, said, "When I came, I saw there were public toilets on the way—go find one yourself."

Seeing Tang Luo's emotionless eyes, Liang Feifan broke down: "What do you want to let me go?"

"Doesn't this sound familiar? Think back to your answer then." Tang Luo said with a smile.

Liang Feifan trembled—he remembered.

About half a month earlier, he had heard the person before him lying on the ground, sobbing: "How can you let me go?"

How had he answered then?

Oh, he said: "What let go? I'm tempering you—when you enter society later, you'll know to thank me. Did I say that? Thank those who hurt you, for they let you grow."

"Go on, jump in with gratitude, thank me for tempering you." Tang Luo—Liang Feifan recalled.

"..."

Liang Feifan's body trembled, like Old Wu Two next door who had suffered a cerebral thrombosis.

"Still need me to ask you?" Tang Luo kicked Liang Feifan to the ground with one foot.

"Ah ah ah ah!" Liang Feifan collapsed in despair, pounding the ground with his fists a few times before standing up: "I won't let you go!"

Saying this, he burst into tears and ran out the gate.

After a while, no one knew what he told the bodyguards, but a car drove out of the villa.

Tang Luo didn't follow; instead, he walked to the unconscious Liang Tianzan, crouched, placed his hand on his head, and performed Du Hun.

After a moment, Tang Luo released his hand: "This world really has some problems, huh."

Just now, when he performed Du Hun, the situation was different from usual.

Normally, the soul and divine soul are independent entities.

But Liang Tianzan's divine soul was more like a drop of water in the sea, or a leaf on a lush, branching tree—part of a vast whole.

"Interesting." Not having performed Du Hun on Liang Tianzan, Tang Luo wanted to see what surprise this special father-son pair would bring him.

Leaving the Liang residence, he still had one thing to do.

I, Ao Yulie...

The daily money-scattering begins.

Controlling the substitute wooden puppet, Tang Luo originally planned to find more "financial companies" to negotiate a big deal.

But he didn't expect that while leaping and darting on the rooftop, he would be intercepted.

Exactly—intercepted on the rooftop.

Everyone here is the type who doesn't follow ordinary paths—seems like in superheroes' eyes, there are no normal roads.

Roads are for fighting, not for rushing.

"You broke the rules." The one who stopped Tang Luo was an ordinary black-clothed man, about thirty, with a cold, hard face.

"Rules?" Tang Luo asked, "What rules?"

The man said nothing, instantly drew his gun, and pulled the trigger.

The substitute wooden puppet reached out and easily caught the bullet.

But at the moment he caught the bullet, the black-clothed man had already lunged forward and threw a punch.

The substitute wooden puppet sidestepped, grabbed the man's arm, and with a violent swing, flung him out of the building.

The black-clothed man spun in midair, then hovered, flew back to the rooftop, steadied himself, and charged again at the substitute wooden puppet.

The substitute wooden puppet backhanded a punch—this time holding nothing back—and one punch shattered the man.

No blood flowed out.

The man was like a torn phantom, vanishing without a trace.

"I just want to live a peaceful life—why are you forcing me?"

The substitute wooden puppet murmured softly and left the rooftop.

The business of Black Dragon Finance provided him with the next collaboration partner, after all, everyone has their fixed circle.

Sometimes they still cooperate.

Not long after the substitute wooden puppet left, the black-clothed man who had just been torn apart by a punch reappeared on the building's top floor.

But his attire had changed—no longer modern, now resembling clothing from several decades ago.

His face remained cold and hard, his eyes like lightning, scanning the surroundings as if searching for the substitute wooden puppet, while his body rose and he flew up.

After patrolling a certain range for a time, the man found no trace of the substitute wooden puppet.

His body gradually faded and vanished.

It seemed he was only active within a certain range, like a special earth-bound spirit.

As for why this earth-bound spirit suddenly appeared to block the substitute wooden puppet, accusing him of breaking rules, it's unclear.

The black-clothed man himself didn't answer what the rules were.

Meanwhile, in the bustling pedestrian street sky above, a rain of money began to fall.

Accompanied by it came the loud voice: "I, Ao Yulie, scattering money!"

A large amount of paper money fell from the sky, a crowd scrambled for it with great enthusiasm, and quite a few people were asking who exactly that Ao Yulie was.

This was already the second time scattering money; why was he so rich?

Tang Luo himself was mixed in the crowd, happily picking up money, and before long his pockets were stuffed full.

This money could be used to improve his life, helping him continue living peaceful days.

Lure out the secrets behind this world.

A quiet night; aside from the news of Ao Yulie coming out to scatter money again, there was no more major news.

The lending institution that had been negotiated with by the substitute wooden man — those people's casualties, same as Black Dragon Finance, were given the cold treatment.

They were just a bunch of society's dregs, after all.

Two days later, Tang Luo calmly welcomed his rest day.

Staying at home, he controlled the substitute wooden man to go out and stir up some news.

Although the phrase "I, Ao Yulie, scatter money" had become the latest trending topic, there was still no news of Ao Yulie, Zhu Bajie, or the others.

He needed to persist; perhaps he could take a bigger step.

This time he didn't go high up on rooftops; the substitute wooden man walked along in an orderly fashion.

He wanted to test whether Ao Yulie was already famous; unfortunately, along the way, quite a few people did sneak glances at the substitute wooden man, but only because of Ao Yulie's appearance.

It wasn't because they sensed the substitute wooden man was that money-scattering Ao Yulie.

This made Tang Luo engage in profound reflection: the previous two times he had jumped too high; after the next money scattering, should he go down and "share the joy with the people"?

Not long after walking, another black-clothed man appeared before the substitute wooden man.

The same cold, hard face, but the looks were different from the one encountered on the building last time.

"You broke the rules." The same words came from the black-clothed man's mouth, followed by him drawing his gun and firing on the spot.

Gunshots rang out, screams rose from the surrounding people, chaos spread.

Roads really aren't for walking; they're for fighting.

The substitute wooden man flicked his fingers in rapid succession; the bullets flying at him were all deflected back, striking the black-clothed man.

The black-clothed man's body was hit and fell, same as the previous black-clothed man, vanishing like a phantom.

But unlike last time, soon the black-clothed man reappeared; this time his attire had changed, his appearance unchanged, drawing his gun again.

The handgun used had also become quite ancient, its sound astonishingly loud.

However, its power had not weakened; on the contrary, it had bizarrely increased.

After deflecting a mere few bullets, a hairline crack appeared on the substitute wooden man's finger.

The substitute wooden man (Tang Luo) looked at the crack on his finger, a strange smile surfacing at the corner of his mouth.

After the black-clothed man emptied his magazine, he threw the gun in his hand directly as a weapon.

The whistling sound of it tearing through the air let one clearly feel that if smashed by it, it definitely wouldn't be as simple as a bloody head.

The substitute wooden man dodged; the gun hit the wall behind him, shattering and falling apart itself while simultaneously smashing a large pit into the wall.

Almost collapsing this entire wall.

At the same time as throwing the gun, the black-clothed man had already strode forward; the moment the substitute wooden man dodged, he threw a punch.

Fist wind whistled, like a tiger's roar and dragon's chant, seizing the soul.

His strength was stronger than before his disappearance by not just a little bit.

"Pa da."

The substitute wooden man extended a hand and slapped, striking the black-clothed man's attacking arm; that arm instantly seemed boneless, drooping limply.

But this did not stop the black-clothed man's offense; his face didn't change in the slightest, his cold, hard face continuously enlarging.

Headbutt!

Tang Luo had no intention of letting the substitute wooden man clash head-on with the black-clothed man.

Even if it got damaged, it could actually be repaired with Kai Guang.

The substitute wooden man shifted to the side, dodging the black-clothed man while simultaneously delivering an elbow strike to the black-clothed man's neck.

In that direction, the black-clothed man's crippled arm fundamentally could not be raised to form a defense, and there was no time to dodge either.

Struck by the elbow, the black-clothed man's body flew backward, rolling several times on the ground.

Soon he vanished, along with those scattered handgun parts.

The substitute wooden man ignored the onlookers, stood in place and waited a while; not seeing the black-clothed man reappear with a new look, he then left.

"Not the same 'existence', but the feeling they give is very similar; I should run into a third one, right..." Tang Luo at home thought to himself.

Loud, piercing horn sounds came from the street outside the door.

"Motherfucker, are you sick, honking—" Someone on the side of the road opened a window and cursed violently, but halfway through the cursing they shrank back and stopped speaking.

The reason was none other than seeing an incomparably luxurious car stopped on the road; the horn sound came from this car.

It was someone he fundamentally couldn't afford to offend; he instantly shrank faster than anything.

Beside the car, there were also three people standing.

One was not old, estimated to be just high school age; the other two were big and burly, dressed as bodyguards.

Tang Luo walked over and took a glance, amused; it was actually Liang Feifan.

Rare rest day, he chose to give him a day off, and this brat voluntarily delivered himself to the door?

Tang Luo walked out the front door, wanting to see what he planned to do.

Some things might be confirmed from this father-son pair.

"Tang Luo!"

Seeing Tang Luo come out, Liang Feifan's sharp voice rang out.

"Don't shout, I can hear you." Tang Luo said.

"I'm giving you a chance! Kneel down, lick my shoes! Otherwise, just wait to starve to death!" It was clear Liang Feifan was very agitated; his voice and body were trembling, and there was also a hint of fear in his emotions.

"Starve to death?" Tang Luo found it a bit strange; what did those words mean?

"Your mom works at XX Supermarket, right?" Liang Feifan sneered.

"Yeah." Tang Luo nodded.

"Then that's settled. Kneel down, lick my shoes! Otherwise, I'll make your mom scram on the spot!" Liang Feifan felt completely refreshed, feeling a mouthful of pent-up resentment had finally been vented.

His thoughts flowed unimpeded, simply to the point of soaring to the heavens.

"Huh?"

"Hmph! My dad has already bought that little supermarket!" Liang Feifan added, "Your mom is now an employee of my family, oh, and a temp worker at that! Fire at will!"

"... Hiss."

Tang Luo sucked in a breath of cold air and "praised," "Pretty impressive, are you from the Wayne family?"

My superpower is having money.

The bank wants to take away someone else's house; how can one ask so that the house returns to that person.

Answer: Buy the bank.

The actions of the Liang father and son, although their purposes differed, in operation, had the subtlety of achieving the same result by different methods.