Chapter 442

If you know you're wrong, then kneel down! Having regained his position as master, Liang Feiban wished he could burst into song.

He swaggered with pride!

"Alright, alright." Tang Luo said dismissively, "There's no public restroom here, but there's a trash can over there—go on in yourself."

Liang Feiban's smile froze instantly, doubting he'd heard correctly: "What did you say?"

"There's a trash can there—go in yourself." Tang Luo repeated.

"My dad bought the supermarket!"

"Yeah, you go into the trash can."

"I'm going to fire your mom!"

"Yes, you go into the trash can."

"Are you even listening to me!" Liang Feiban went berserk—does this guy have a hole in his head!

Your mom's about to lose her job, you'll starve to death, and you're worried about a trash can?

"I heard you, but what does that have to do with me going into the trash can?" Tang Luo said, "Or are you asking me to help you?"

That eerie palpitation surged again; Liang Feiban shuddered and shouted sharply: "Stop him, stop him!"

His voice sounded like a mix of a screaming chicken and a ground squirrel.

The two bodyguards said nothing, silently stepping forward, utterly devoted to their duty.

Then, the two men's heads made close contact; Tang Luo let go, and the two bodyguards collapsed, completely unconscious.

"Young man, this is your inescapable fate."

Tang Luo grabbed Liang Feiban and dragged him toward the trash bin on the other side.

He opened it, flung the struggling Liang Feiban inside, slammed the lid shut—Tang Luo had achieved inner peace.

Inside the trash can, Liang Feiban was very quiet—at least… he wasn't trying to do anything to provoke Tang Luo, choosing instead to follow his inner self.

Quite interesting—it seems once a certain threshold is reached, the other party suddenly becomes willing from the heart.

Not doing as he pleased… to a certain extent, not at all.

Even in this hardened, oppressive, utterly corrupt mission world, the Liang father and son seem to indeed be following some rule in their actions.

Of course, it's also possible that Liang Tianzan regards Tang Luo as a trial for his son.

So, Tang Luo plans to go check it out.

He fished the car keys from one bodyguard's pocket, opened the car door, tossed the two bodyguards inside, and Tang Luo drove off in a cloud of dust.

Having learned to drive during the first "role-play mission," he hadn't forgotten.

Not long after the car left, sounds came from inside the trash can; the lid opened, Liang Feiban struggled out, fell to the ground, rolled aside, and vomited wildly.

But in terms of smell, the trash can was clearly harder to endure than a urinal, and far more nauseating.

After vomiting, Liang Feiban dazedly lifted his head to look around.

No car, no bodyguards, and no Tang Luo.

His wallet and phone, taken during the process of entering the trash can earlier, had been snatched by Tang Luo.

Penniless, with no means of contact, and moreover… he didn't know how to get from here to his own home.

When Liang Feiban left home, he'd driven over a kilometer of the journey.

And now, reeking of filth, Liang Feiban's pride wouldn't let him ask others for help.

"Wuuu—wuuu—wuuu—wuuu! Tang Luo! Tang Luo!"

Liang Feiban wept heart-wrenchingly—what a miserable man.

Driving his car, Tang Luo encountered no obstacles all the way, arriving at the Liang family villa, parking and entering.

Liang Tianzan was in his study, frowning at some documents.

He had secretly funded and nurtured this extremist organization, which had been dismantled by someone.

Liang Tianzan couldn't find any information about the "perpetrator," the only thing he knew being the opponent's name—Aoyu Lie, self-proclaimed, truth unknown.

Moreover, the motive was unclear; that person ended up scattering all the stolen money.

It's incomprehensible.

"Such lawless people—all deserve to die!" Liang Tianzan slammed his fist hard on the table.

The chamber pot usually feels nothing, but when it's truly needed and gone, it feels terribly inconvenient.

Otherwise, wanting to cripple that Tang Luo wouldn't require spending so much—though part of it was also for tempering his son.

Young people… still too green, comparable to his Liang Tianzan…

"Huh, you're also looking for that money-scattering Aoyu Lie?"

"It's you!" As Liang Tianzan was reminiscing about the "turbulent years," he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

His body jolted, nearly jumping from his seat, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Before Liang Tianzan could rise or turn, a great force surged forward, a hand pressing down on his head.

Liang Tianzan's head slammed heavily onto the desk, a wave of dizziness, his whole body unable to move.

"I ask, you answer." Tang Luo said.

"Fine." Liang Tianzan took a deep breath, said, very cooperative, a true man doesn't eat loss before his eyes.

Wait for me…

"Never mind, let's try soul-divination instead." Then Tang Luo suddenly changed his mind.

Because he realized there was actually nothing worth asking.

Last time he discovered Liang Tianzan's abnormality, Tang Luo decided to observe a bit, but it yielded no surprise.

Now let's see if soul-divination brings any surprise.

Performing soul-divination…

"Oh?"

The surrounding space seemed to tremble and distort for a moment; Tang Luo released his grip and stepped back, and in his eyes, Liang Tianzan vanished.

It wasn't turning into a phantom, or dissolving into mist and slowly dispersing.

It was just that abrupt — vanishing in an instant. And after he vanished, recalling it, one wouldn't feel it was abrupt.

As if this person had never existed at all.

All of this happened the moment Tang Luo truly performed "Du Hun" on Liang Tianzan, making him cease resisting and decide to "take refuge in my Buddha."

"A hero severing his own wrist?"

Tang Luo mused inwardly.

His Du Hun was like applying a dye of his own, a color, onto a single leaf of a great tree.

And this color would most likely travel along the veins, stain other places, and produce a greater influence.

So, this leaf was abandoned.

Just as if it had never appeared at all.

Then, he, this troublemaker who broke the rules, received the same treatment as a substitute wooden dummy.

The originally tightly shut study doors were thrown open — Tang Luo had entered through the Merit Jade Lotus.

A black-clothed man stood at the doorway: "You broke the rules."

This black-clothed man's appearance was the same as the one Tang Luo had seen the first time.

His attire was also the same as the first time, the same words.

The words had just fallen when the black-clothed man drew his gun, but before he could fire, Tang Luo shattered his head with a single punch.

The black-clothed man vanished like a phantom or mist, and in the place where he vanished, another him soon appeared.

Tang Luo didn't speak; another punch, sending this one vanishing again.

This time, he didn't make him wait long; the black-clothed man appeared wearing an outfit even more "ancient" than the last, and the gun in his hand had become a flintlock.

But the speed of his shot was fast as lightning.

A boom rang out, just like a thunderclap exploding beside the ear.

The desk in the study, including the wall and window behind it, were "blasted" full of holes.

The power could simply be described as "cannon-like."

But if it can't hit, no matter how strong the power, it's useless; Tang Luo dodged the flintlock's bullet and threw a punch at the black-clothed man.

The black-clothed man's reaction was much faster; Tang Luo's punch was clearly no different from the previous two, yet this time he managed to raise the flintlock in time to block before him.

The fist landed on the flintlock; the long gun shattered on impact, fragments flying as the black-clothed man's body flew backward, crashing heavily into the corridor wall behind the door, and before he could land.

A fist loomed larger before his eyes, shattering his head once more.

The black-clothed man vanished; Tang Luo stood in place without moving, quietly waiting.

The flintlock's noise just now was very loud, but it didn't matter; he had promptly used the Merit Jade Lotus to make this area "inaudible."

The sound didn't travel out; no one would come disturb them.

A full five minutes passed, and the vanished black-clothed man appeared once more; this time his clothes were even more ancient, and the firearm in his hand had changed to a cold weapon.

The aura on his body was also more vigorous than just now.

Like a veteran who had weathered countless battlefields, his iron-blooded qi was enough to make ordinary men's courage fail.

"Come." Tang Luo stood in place, waiting for the black-clothed man — no, now one should say an old soldier — to attack.

A cold gleam flashed; the saber the old soldier wore at his waist could be said to have, in the instant of leaving its scabbard, already crossed the distance between him and Tang Luo, appearing above Tang Luo's head, descending!

The blade even stirred up a "gale."

Whether speed or strength, both had increased greatly.

The current old soldier was enough to single-handedly thrash ten of his previous self.

Facing this saber, Tang Luo neither dodged nor evaded; another punch, exactly the same as the one just now.

The saber shattered, but the man didn't fly back.

The old soldier raised one hand in time to block before him, and actually blocked Tang Luo's fist.

But he retreated continuously over a dozen steps, each step leaving a shallow pit in the ground.

After stopping, the old soldier looked at Tang Luo, his body swaying on the verge of collapse, then suddenly vomited a large mouthful of fresh blood, nearly falling.

"How many more times can you transform?" Tang Luo asked.

The old soldier did not answer, dragging his heavily wounded body slowly closer; one of his arms was crippled.

But he still had another arm that could be used.

Drawing a bit closer, the old soldier charged at Tang Luo, his whole body spinning, using his own arm as a weapon, lashing at Tang Luo's head.

If it connected solidly, even hard boulders would be pulverized by this "arm whip."

Tang Luo easily caught this fierce attack, slapping a palm onto the old soldier's chest.

It seemed to freeze for a second, then the old soldier's body flew backward, vanishing in mid-air.

Tang Luo quietly waited, waiting for the next appearance.

This time took even longer than the last.

A full ten minutes later, a heavy pressure came from all directions; the air turned viscous, as if it suddenly had weight.

Awe-inspiring pressure was born from the void, filled with majesty.

But within this majesty there were also a few parts thin, withered feeling.

Beauty grown old, general white-haired?

Tang Luo turned, looking at the once more appeared "black-clothed man"; this time he didn't appear at the vanishing spot, but appeared behind Tang Luo.

Clad in a suit of armor, holding a long spear, golden light shimmering on his body, awe-inspiring and majestic.

"Hoo—"

A muffled sound of air being torn apart rang out; the long spear in his hand held parallel to the ground, its tip pointing at Tang Luo: "Those who violate the Heavenly Laws, kill without mercy!"

"Celestial Soldier..."

Tang Luo's eyes narrowed, spitting out two words.

He truly had not expected that, killing to the very end, he would actually end up killing out a Celestial Soldier!