Chapitre 84: Chapter 84
"Ones... tens... hundreds..." Li Laifu zoomed in on the photo, counting meticulously, afraid of making a mistake. There were so many zeros that his eyes blurred. After several attempts, he finally finished.
"One hundred million!" He stared, his hand trembling as he held the phone, as if he were the one receiving the money.
"Which idiot gave this?" Li Laifu couldn't accept the situation. It was a huge blow, leaving him deeply unbalanced. He worked diligently, still striving for the position of Dean.
Everyone knew Li Laifu was a good person.
Kind, righteous, compassionate, and most importantly, handsome.
The praises were countless.
But now, look at this, is this fair? How could someone receive a yearly donation of one hundred million?
Because they're handsome?
Or because they have a sweet tongue?
What's even more outrageous is that he took the initiative to hashtag him, a blatant provocation, as if he wasn't even worth considering.
"This is infuriating!" Li Laifu clenched his fists, pounding weakly on the table. His face flushed red, nearly giving himself a heart attack from anger.
He picked up his phone and replied, "Senior Hao, you are so loving."
Li Laifu was deeply resentful, but he was defeated by the power of money. He desperately wanted to get closer to Senior Hao. After all, Dean Hao was rich now, and money talks.
Why wouldn't anyone donate to their hospital?
Not long after, Dean Hao's reply arrived.
(QingShan Mental Patient Hao Ren): It's alright, not that loving. Forget the one hundred million, even this five million in cash is giving me a headache. The stench of money is polluting my office. I'm planning to buy a set of solid wood office furniture. Know anyone?]
Li Laifu gritted his teeth, his face contorting into a mask of resentment as he read the reply.
Look at this.
Is this something a human being would do?
It was a blatant slap in the face.
Infuriating!
Damn you, Hao! Just wait. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. I, Li Laifu, will also find a sponsor. Just you wait and see how I show off in front of you then.
Suppressing his rage, he forced a pathetic smile and replied, "Yes."
Inside the luxury car, the bodyguards watched Lin Fan and Old Zhang warily.
Why would the young master know mental patients?
Their smiles seemed off, like the smiles of psychopathic killers.
They were professional bodyguards, their identity summed up in a single sentence: 'I'm a mercenary. I want to see...'
This simple and clear statement perfectly showcased their identity.
If they took off their clothes, they would reveal not only impressive muscles but also scars that represented their honor.
Why were they protecting a child?
It definitely wasn't for money. They simply enjoyed protecting the future blossoms of the motherland. Money was too vulgar.
The bodyguards felt uncomfortable under Lin Fan's gaze.
They lowered their heads, avoiding eye contact.
The young master was truly playful, not even sparing the mentally ill.
At the arcade, "Let's continue playing the arcade games." Qian Xiaobao loved playing games. Last time, because of Lin Fan's violent punch that broke the machine, he had to pretend to lose. But now, none of that mattered. Playing for a while longer wouldn't hurt.
The arcade owner lay listlessly on the counter.
Business was bleak, life was dim. How he missed the last big spender. Suddenly, he perked up. That familiar hairstyle, that familiar figure, that familiar face, that familiar aura.
It was him.
He arrived with his handsome stride.
"Welcome!"
"Please come in, gentlemen."
The arcade owner bowed obsequiously, his smile like a blooming flower.
He ushered them in, pulled out chairs, wiped them down with his clothes, and said respectfully, "Please sit, please sit."
The God of Wealth had arrived.
In his mind, one visit from the God of Wealth meant at least six months of living expenses.
The owner was very shrewd. Seeing the God of Wealth, he took out a sign from behind the counter. The words on it were prominent:
[VIP guests inside, temporarily closed.]
"Gentlemen, here's a hammer. If you see a machine you don't like, feel free to smash it. The harder you smash, the happier I am. As long as you're happy, I'm happy."
He even had the tools prepared.
Qian Xiaobao waved his hand, and a bodyguard handed a stack of money to the arcade owner. The owner was so happy he nearly jumped for joy, showering Qian Xiaobao with even more flattery.
Words like "jade-like" and "extraordinary physique" couldn't even begin to describe Qian Xiaobao's status in the owner's heart.
Only when Qian Xiaobao impatiently waved him away did the arcade owner scurry off.
Even then, the owner didn't give up on his performance.
He offered cigarettes to the bodyguards standing there like statues. The bodyguards remained expressionless, completely ignoring him. But even so, nothing could stop the arcade owner's enthusiasm.
Not smoking? Good.
Then read some comics. He brought out his treasured collection of comics. The expressionless bodyguards' eyes, hidden behind their sunglasses, lit up when they saw the titles.
Dragon Tiger Leopard
Pretty Girl Photography
These were treasures.
The bodyguards sat down and casually flipped through the pages, their eyes gleaming with excitement. Interesting.
The arcade owner watched them with satisfaction.
A sense of accomplishment filled him.
He had finally won over these difficult customers.
As long as they stepped into his arcade, no matter how hard-hearted they were, he could make them feel comfortable.
It was hard to make money without some talent.
In the wasteland outside Yanhai City, several figures darted through the forest. Three men and one woman, they were members of the special department's reconnaissance team. Their mission was simple: to find the gathering place of the evil creatures.
Since the ground collapse in Mount Tai, evil creatures had been lurking throughout the country. Near every city, there was bound to be a hidden base camp for these creatures.
They had already determined the approximate location of Yanhai City's evil creature base camp.
They just hadn't pinpointed it yet.
"Wang Le, you're truly amazing. You can even sense slight energy fluctuations. If it weren't for you, we would have easily missed this place," a slender woman said softly.
She was a powerful healer from the Medical Academy. Even as a support type, she possessed decent combat abilities.
Wang Le smiled optimistically, "It's nothing. I'm naturally sensitive to energy fluctuations."
Suddenly, they noticed a figure standing ahead.oid, but not human.
Brown all over, with solid muscles and bulging veins, devoid of any excess fat. Two antennae protruded from its head, making it look like a humanoid cockroach.
An evil Cockroach Demon.
The Cockroach Demon turned, its large, bulbous eyes dull and vacant.
Cute!
Silly!
"What kind of evil creature is this?" Wang Le asked.
His teammates shook their heads. They had never seen this type of evil creature before. While they remembered most of the evil creatures from their academy training, if there were a humanoid one like this, they would definitely have a strong impression.
The man, a graduate of the Buddhist Academy, said, "I'll kill it, in case it attracts others."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Buddhist man vanished, reappearing in front of the Cockroach Demon in the blink of an eye. He spread his five fingers and struck with a Buddhist Great Hand Seal. Golden light bloomed from his palm. With a bang, a powerful shockwave rippled outwards, stirring up a thick cloud of dust.
A smile appeared on the Buddhist man's face. Taking his Great Hand Seal head-on, this evil creature must be dead.
He looked up.
His expression changed drastically.
The Cockroach Demon remained expressionless, its dull, cute eyes devoid of any emotion.
"Impossible."
The Buddhist man couldn't believe it. His palm felt like it had hit a steel plate. No, even a steel plate would have cracked.
Danger approached.
The Cockroach Demon raised its hand and slapped him.
The Buddhist man roared, a golden bell phantom appearing to shield him. Unfortunately, the Cockroach Demon was too powerful. The golden bell shattered, and the slap landed directly on the Buddhist man's head.
His head exploded like a watermelon.
Splat!
Blood and gore splattered everywhere.
Silence.
The scene fell deathly silent.
The three remaining special department members stood frozen, their pupils gradually dilating, their eyes widening in disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.
"Run!"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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