"Ah... ah... ah..."
Lin Shi let out an incomparably shrill scream; even through the iron bucket, the sound made people’s blood run cold.
Because his face was lting, being eaten away and liquefied by that terrifying strong acid. His nose was completely corroded away, his lips were gone too, but his eyes were kept intact—because he had to watch, every second, just how hideous he had beco.
"Ah... ah... ah..."
In agony, Lin Shi slamd his head against the floor over and over, making dull thudding sounds.
And those two pretty female students from the art college, watching this scene, almost wet themselves. Their legs went weak, they collapsed straight to the floor, revealing two long, fair, slender legs.
Lanling squatted down in front of the two girls and gently wiped the lipstick off their lips with his hand.
"D-don’t hurt us..." one of the girls stamred.
Lanling asked, "Are your families poor?"
The girl shook her head. Their families weren’t poor; both were solid middle-class. And precisely because of that, they knew what a Hermès bag was, what a Cartier watch was, what a Tiffany key was—so money was never enough.
"Luxury goods and that sort of thing aren’t wrong, vanity isn’t wrong either. But the way you’re getting these things is wrong, the price you’re paying is too high. You’re overdrawing your future," Lanling said. "Now you’re going to go back to campus, pretend nothing ever happened. When the Lin Family cos looking for you, you’ll have an alibi, because at this mont you’re in your dorm. From now on, even if you’re just putting on a show, at least pretend to study hard, okay? You’re very pretty, and with your artsy vibe—real or fake—there are plenty of rich n who’ll want to marry you. You can still live a happy life; you just need to dial your greed down a notch."
The girls nodded, trembling.
In fact, everything that had happened tonight had completely overturned their worldview. At least in this mont, luxury goods lost all value in their eyes—because they had personally witnessed a miracle.
"Wh-who are you..." one girl asked. "A-are you a god?"
"Yes, I am," Lanling said. "Rember this: after you left the bar, you went straight back to your dorm. Your classmates will testify, the computer cara will testify. Go on, go..."
Lanling waved his hand.
In an instant, the two girls vanished. In the next instant, they were back in their dorm room, sitting in front of the computer, doing a singing livestream.
The other four roommates in the dorm were either putting on makeup, or watching dramas, or reading novels, without the slightest sign of surprise.
The two art-major girls stared blankly at the computer, watching the flood of scrolling comnts.
"Goddess, goddess, goddess..."
"Jiejie, the mont I saw you, I already picked out a na for our son..."
The two girls suddenly felt cheap and vulgar. So many boys were calling them goddesses, yet they had been doing degrading things for money.
Yes, that man was a god! Only a god could forgive them!
At once, the two girls lay on the desk and cried. After crying for a good fifteen minutes, they went into the bathroom and washed all the heavy makeup off their faces. After hesitating for a mont, they took out the LV bags they had just gotten and lit them with a lighter.
From now on, they would listen to what God had said and be good girls. Maybe they would still lie, still slack off, still be greedy for treats, still flirt with n—but they would never again sell their dignity and their bodies.
...
And Lin Shi’s driver suddenly dropped to his knees and shouted, "Spare , spare ! A lot of things I was forced to do, I have a wife and kids to feed. If I don’t do it, I’ll lose my job!"
Lanling looked at the driver and said, "That thug who threw sulfuric acid on my sister Lankou—that was the guy you hired, wasn’t it?"
"I’m begging you, spare , spare , I have a wife and kids, my wife’s in bad health," the driver kowtowed repeatedly, crying. "You’re a god, you’ll forgive lowly humans like us, right? You’ll show rcy on us, right?"
Lanling said, "You’re mistaken about one thing. A god might have compassion for all of humanity, but that doesn’t an he’ll show rcy to any particular individual. A god has great love, but not much emotion."
With that, Lanling slapped his palm down.
In an instant, Lin Shi’s driver shattered apart and died.
At this point, Lin Shi had already passed out from the pain. Lanling lifted his head slightly; Lin Shi’s body floated up and drifted into his Rolls-Royce Phantom.
Lanling waved his hand again.
Imdiately, that Rolls-Royce Phantom started on its own and drove off by itself. There was clearly no driver, yet it automatically headed toward the Lin Family villa.
Lanling, anwhile, strolled slowly toward the cetery where his adoptive parents were buried.
...
The Lin Family counted as local tycoon and snake in H City, owning an estate of dozens of mu in the city limits. In a place as expensive as H City, that definitely qualified as a super-mansion.
Lin Shi’s Rolls-Royce Phantom glided gracefully into the Lin Family villa and stopped in front of the main entrance.
"Young master is back?" A bodyguard stepped up and respectfully opened the car door.
Then he saw the most terrifying, most bizarre scene of his life.
The driver in the front seat was actually a corpse, his body split open. And in the back seat, Lin Shi sat with a terrifying iron bucket over his head.
"Ah... ah..."
This bodyguard had a thug’s background and had seen all kinds of things, but now he was scared so badly he literally pissed himself, letting out shrill screams.
Because that scene of the driver’s body split wide open in the driver’s seat was just too, too horrifying.
His scream directly woke Lin Shi’s father, Lin Hao.
"What the hell are you yelling for?" Lin Hao roared.
If it were any other day, that roar alone would’ve been enough to scare this bodyguard into pissing his pants and slapping himself. Because before Lin Hao went into real estate, he was in the sand and gravel business, and before that, he was a small-ti gang boss.
"Boss Lin, y-you’d better co down and take a look." The bodyguard stamred, trembling. "The young master’s in trouble."
A mont later, Lin Hao and his wife rushed downstairs in their pajamas.
Lin Hao was already in his fifties, yet he was still built like a tank. And his wife, with all that money poured into maintenance, could still be called a mature beauty full of charm.
At the sight of the driver’s corpse in the Rolls-Royce Phantom, Mrs. Lin let out a shrill scream and fainted on the spot.
Lin Hao glanced at the driver’s body. His heart gave a twitch, but his face didn’t change much. But when he saw the iron barrel "man" in the back seat, his body jerked, and a bad premonition surged up inside him.
"Dad... Dad..." At this point Lin Shi had already woken up and was crying out in panic.
It really was his son. Lin Hao exploded on the spot.
"Who? Who the hell dared hurt my son? Who dares lay a hand on the Lin Family?" Lin Hao roared. "Get people, find out, find out! I’m going to wipe out his whole damn family!"
No need to investigate, because there was still a letter clutched in his son Lin Shi’s hand.
Lin Hao took the letter, opened it, and read.
"To Mr. Lin Hao, I’ll pay a visit to your ho tomorrow night. I hope you can spare the ti to see !"
The signature at the bottom was Lanling!
Lin Hao thought for quite a while before he finally rembered this na.
The younger brother of that woman Lanco—the Lanco his son had disfigured after failing to win her over.
Wasn’t this Lanling already missing? And now he’d actually co back for revenge.
"Good, good... this little bastard actually dares co back for revenge." Lin Hao instantly relaxed.
He’d thought it was so underworld vendetta, or so other terrifying enemy. Turned out it was just an ordinary college kid.
But judging from the driver’s manner of death, this Lanling’s knife work was impressive. Maybe he’d gone sowhere to formally study martial arts, and thought he was strong enough now, so he’d co back for revenge.
Lin Hao picked up the phone and called in all his brothers, and every expert he knew.
Tomorrow night, he was going to properly "et" this Lanling—and make him regret ever being born into this world.
...
At the graves of his foster parents, Lanling knelt quietly.
On Earth there was no such thing as reincarnation. The spirit and life force of his foster parents had long since scattered into the world at large.
Just like that, Lanling knelt there without moving, all the way till dawn.
"Uncle, Auntie, I’ll take care of Lanco for the rest of my life," Lanling said, then turned and left.
He took out his phone and dialed the number of the beauty who’d bought him clothes yesterday.
"Where are you? I’ll pay you back the money," Lanling said.
"Do you know the Anran Club?" The beauty sounded both nervous and excited when she picked up Lanling’s call. "How about we et there?"
"Alright," Lanling said.
Back when he was on Earth, he’d already heard of the Anran Club. It was a very famous rich-people’s club. But when it was first built, it was actually a playground a father built for his daughter—only later did it open to the public.
Lanling still walked at an unhurried pace, heading toward the Anran Club.
...
An Lan was wearing a tight riding outfit that made her figure look even more devilishly hot. Paired with that pure, beautiful face, she was downright irresistible.
She kept glancing at the door, then at her watch, clearly a little on edge.
Every so often she’d pull out a mirror to check if her makeup had smudged, and even take big, deep breaths.
When she really couldn’t sit still anymore, she walked over to a full-length mirror and started rehearsing in front of it.
"I don’t want you to pay back, but you have to give a gift of equal value instead." In the mirror, An Lan said in a coy, teasing tone.
Then she shook her head. "No, that’s too flirty. He’ll think I’m easy."
"You paid for the clothes, but what about my labor fee? I’m very expensive, you know." Facing the mirror again, An Lan switched to another expression, a serious look with a sly little smile.
"No, no, that’s too abrupt and tacky." An Lan pressed both hands over her face in frustration. "Crap, that was awful."
She took a deep breath and said to the mirror, "Co on, co on, get him. Today we kiss, tomorrow we sleep together, next year we’re throwing a full-month baby party!"
Ever since she was a kid, An Lan had believed in love at first sight. She’d always felt a woman should choose a man based on instinct and scent—she didn’t even need to know who he was.
And when she saw that devastatingly handso man last night, it was more than love at first sight—it was like an arrow piercing straight through her heart and then exploding.
...
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