Chapter 94: Bullet Tube Enough (Third Update, Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets!)

"Merit, you?"

A hot-tempered manager cursed and drew his gun directly.

Although everyone is now a civilized person, a superior, rarely does he act personally. Just moving his mouth brings a crowd rushing to serve them.

But this does not mean they are powerless; they originally fought their way out bit by bit, carving a bloody path. When it comes to shooting, they are more decisive than anyone.

"Bang!"

The gunshot echoed in the room, Tang Luo's two fingers extended to the position between his eyebrows.

A bullet was pinched between his fingers.

"Not bad marksmanship." He praised, Tang Luo casually tossed the bullet aside, "For smoother communication, I suggest you fire a few more shots so you can fully recognize the gap between us."

"You think I don't dare?" The shooter roared, no one had ever dared to make such a demand!

Everyone present heard it, it was Wayne·Kate himself who proposed this request.

It's not his fault.

The manager rummaged under the table and pulled out a scattergun, aiming at Tang Luo.

Heaven knows why this person brought a scattergun to a meeting; bringing a pistol would be understandable, but a scattergun? Is he planning a full-blown brawl?

The other managers also wore expressions of testicular pain mixed with surprise.

The testicular pain stemmed from this Texan being the earliest arrival; no one knew he had brought a scattergun in.

As for the surprise, needless to say—catching a pistol bullet? Try catching a scattergun bullet!

"Catch it!"

The Texan roared, pulled the bolt, and fired at Tang Luo.

Sons of Texas never submit to slavery!

"You…… Amitabha." Tang Luo's right hand blurred into afterimages before him, he clenched his fist and stopped.

Opening his palm, the bullets clinked and clattered as they fell onto the table.

"Any more, benefactor?" Tang Luo asked the Texan, the kid sure knows how to play.

"Hah." Texas tore open his suit, revealing a row of grenades strapped inside, "Come on! If you've got the guts, let's die together!"

Triple surprise!

Tang Luo picked up a bullet, flicked it with his finger.

The bullet whistled past, piercing the man's skull.

Keep going, and this guy might pull out an RPG.

"Amitabha, it seems there are none left." Tang Luo said with a smile, "I don't know if you all would be willing to hear a word from this poor monk?"

Once dead, there is no aftermath.

The room fell silent.

"When did you become a monk?" After a while, the bespectacled man asked.

"After great enlightenment, retiring or taking refuge in the Buddhist gate isn't exactly abnormal, is it?" Tang Luo said.

"Alright, what do you want us to do?" The bespectacled man asked.

Tang Luo nodded, pulled out a chair and sat down: "Everyone sit, no need for formality, you will all be spiritually transformed, no need to worry."

"Spiritual transformation?" That doesn't sound like a good term.

Think of Franklin, who drew his knife to slit his throat without a word—after spiritual transformation, he'd probably end up like this.

But without spiritual transformation, the outcome might be just like that Texas man who refused to be a slave.

One dies immediately, the other dies later?

"This poor monk has a dream: to punish evil and promote good." Tang Luo said solemnly.

"..."

Everyone fell silent, this statement was hard to follow.

Without doubt, everyone present is quite self-aware; they undoubtedly belong to the category of "evil."

"I don't know, Mr. Kate, how do you plan to punish evil and promote good?" The bespectacled man asked.

"Of course, to transform the denizens of the Shadow World." Tang Luo said, "So-called transformation divides into spiritual transformation and physical transformation. I've just demonstrated both for you; I'm sure you all have a rough idea in mind."

When mentioning spiritual transformation, Tang Luo pointed at Franklin; for physical transformation, he pointed at Texas.

Let everyone have a clearer idea.

The remaining eleven managers had grim expressions.

"So, is it submission to you, or death?" The bespectacled man stood up, pressed his hand on the table, and asked.

"No, no, this poor monk has no interest in 'ruling' you, don't misunderstand. This poor monk truly only wishes to punish evil and promote good." Tang Luo said.

"Punishing evil and promoting good—do you know how much turmoil such reckless action would cause?" The bespectacled man argued.

Tang Luo shook his head: "I don't know."

"We are indeed not good people, but we are doing our utmost to maintain order in the underworld; without us, everything would descend into chaos, and more people would die then." The bespectacled man said.

"No matter." Tang Luo said, "As long as everyone is transformed, there will be no chaos."

"Can you transform everyone?"

"Naturally not." Tang Luo said.

How many years has Ksitigarbha been in hell, vowing not to become a Buddha until hell is empty?

"Then you still want to..."

"What does this have to do with this poor monk? This poor monk only wants to punish evil and promote good." Tang Luo said, "When encountering evil people, I transform them."

"..."

The bespectacled man clenched his fists, completely unable to communicate like this!

The fool from the Su Liwen family, why did he force Wayne Kate to come out of retirement? Now it's fine—he really did come out, turned into a powerful madman, catching bullets barehanded, firing bullets.

If you die yourself, it's over and done with, but you've made things hard for these people.

"Then, who wishes to first accept the poor monk's spiritual conversion?" Tang Luo asked.

In this world, he only has thirty days, and there are so many people in the Shadow World—it's impossible to go door to door converting them one by one.

But Tang Luo can use the influence of the hotel chain to improve his conversion efficiency.

When he goes to find others, how could anyone come to him that quickly?

Tang Luo has already made his plans: for the next two weeks, one week will still be "seeking them out," converting the high-platform table representatives of the source of all evil, those underworld forces.

The remaining week will be having others come to him, converting those scattered roles like freelance killers.

The former can prompt the hotel chain to release information, urging those forces to quickly gather their manpower.

After all, when there's nothing going on, even within families or factions, people couldn't possibly stay gathered all the time—they're scattered, each handling affairs in their own territories.

"Is there no one? If no one, the poor monk will choose himself." Tang Luo stood up.

"Me, me!" a person in charge came running over, "From now on, it's whatever Mr. Wayne says."

"Ah, foolish child, you still don't understand." Tang Luo shook his head, but it didn't matter.

After conversion, he would understand.

The pain of soul conversion isn't pain—it's a mental trauma, an utter despair so deep one would never dare touch it again.

Reach out, grab the head, convert the soul!

To outsiders, Wayne Kate just grabbed the other person's head, but they don't know what that person in charge went through.

"Master, I've awakened." That person in charge "saw through the red dust."

"Good, next." Tang Luo looked toward another person in charge.

"Me!"

That person's face twisted, he suddenly drew his gun, a blood hole appeared on his forehead, he fell straight backward, collapsing into the chair.

"This patron chose physical conversion." Tang Luo said, with many bullets still on the table before him, "This works too, as long as there are enough bullets."

"..."

"..."

Ten minutes later, Tang Luo had already completed the purpose of this trip.

Of the thirteen persons in charge of the hotel chain, only six remain, all successfully spiritually converted by Tang Luo, willing to help punish evil and promote good, and from now on spend their lives doing good.

Those seven people—some chose death, firmly refusing to accept this whitewashed ending that loses their prestige; another, like Leonidas, is obstinately deluded, unable to undergo spiritual conversion.

"Then, let's begin." Tang Luo said, looking at those few.

"Yes! Master!"

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"Who are you! Who exactly are you! Why!"

"What did we do wrong!"

Three days later, inside a manor villa, a blonde girl roared wildly at Tang Luo.

Her originally lovely face now looked incredibly ferocious.

The gloomy, decadent man before her, right in front of her, killed her most beloved grandfather, her dearest parents.

Moreover, in places the girl doesn't know, the Maroni family is like a cruise ship with a huge hole, slowly sinking.

"What did we do wrong?" Tang Luo pulled out a stack of documents, "Come, look for yourself."

This is the seventh force on the high-platform table.

After all, eliminating the source of all evil inevitably brings some ignorant children shouting accusations at Tang Luo, looking utterly wronged.

Some aren't even truly evil, and Tang Luo has no idea of exterminating them to the root, so he prepared the relevant documents.

Facing the questions, he pulls them out, tells those little friends how sinful their families are.

Everything they possess flows with others' blood.

"How could this be?" The blonde girl looked at the documents in her hands, her body trembling.

She never knew her father was a major drug lord, his favorite pastime wasn't staying in the study reading books, but torturing and killing others—there's even a dedicated prison cell.

Her grandfather's criminal records, stacked up, could exceed the ceiling of their family castle.

"Alright."

Tang Luo crouched, pinched the blonde girl's chin, "They've all been converted already—now it's your turn."

"Me?" The girl blinked, then suddenly screamed and struggled, "I know nothing, I'm not, I didn't! Everything they did has nothing to do with me! I'm innocent."

"No, the poor monk isn't talking about that." Tang Luo said, "Although you don't know exactly what your family does, you clearly know your family's power and influence, and you're very willing to accept it to live better."

"Do you remember Bella?"

"What Bella?" The blonde girl showed a clueless expression.

"In middle school, you liked a boy who liked Bella, so you had someone teach her a lesson—do you remember how you taught her that lesson?" Tang Luo asked.

"I..." The blonde girl's face changed dramatically.

She remembered the way she was taught, even though she only found out later—but she still remembers, those people assaulted Bella, then got her addicted to drugs.

"Besides, there's Chelsea, Shirley... you really like this way of teaching people a lesson." Tang Luo then spat out a few more names.

The hotel chain's intelligence capabilities did not disappoint.

"Then, the poor monk will now convert you." Tang Luo waved his right hand, the girl's head spun 720 degrees.

In the unseen, the power of merit arose, completely absorbed by the Merit Jade Lotus.