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"So, which one do you want? Hurry up and choose, I want to get back to the part and chat with the model girls."

Seeing that he was hesitant, Bai Ziyuan urged him on.

"After causing such a huge incident, you're still thinking about the girls..."

Zhu Mingyao shook his head speechlessly. After thinking for a moment, he pointed to the gold coins and said:

"I'll take this one. You can have the other two."

"Are you sure?" Bai Ziyuan looked surprised. He could naturally see the useless nature of the cursed gold coin.

Seeing the boy's resolute attitude, Bai Ziyuan stopped trying to persuade him. In any case, given their friendship, there was no need to worry about the difference in value between a few inanimate objects. He could just find something suitable later to replace them.

"Alright, do you want me to contact a senior craftsman in the guild who is skilled in weapon forging, and have it reforged and restored to its original state?"

"No need. Its curse effect is still worth studying. Could you ask around and see if anyone is interested?"

Zhu Mingyao explained the function of the gold coins to Bai Ziyuan in detail, which amazed the latter, who then patted his chest and promised to take care of it.

The two brothers divided the loot, tidied up the scene a bit, rehearsed their statements to deal with the official investigation, and arranged a time for someone to come and clean up. Then one went back to the party to continue having fun, while the other went upstairs to continue sleeping.

Although he told his friends that he was going back to rest, how could the boy who had just been through a fierce battle really fall asleep?

He leaned the pillow against his back, comfortably wrapped in the blanket, lounging at the head of the bed. The fierce battle had just begun, followed by the identification of the cursed gold coins and the division of spoils. One thing after another had happened, leaving him no time to check his gains in the system.

Destroy 1 vengeful spirit, reward 9 Karma Points

Eliminate 1 ghost, reward 8 Causality Points

Eliminate 1 ghost, reward 8 Causality Points

Kill the vampire necromancer and you will be rewarded with 500 Karma Points!

oh oh oh!

This is going to be a huge success!

You can sit at home and unexpected wealth will come your way!

Including the points left over from the early stages, I've already collected the 600 points needed to upgrade the [Shangqing Secret Manual] to level 3.

However, I just upgraded the [Maoshan Miscellaneous Yang Talisman Scripture] to level 3 yesterday, so there's no need to rush to upgrade it again in the short term.

Firstly, advancing too quickly in one's realm may not necessarily be a good thing. At the very least, one should hone one's skills for a while and improve one's overall level of proficiency to avoid becoming a mere figurehead with only superficial knowledge.

The system only cares about adding points and leveling up, and ignores everything else. Experience and skills still need to be accumulated slowly over time.

Secondly, today's unexpected events served as a reminder to Zhu Mingyao that this world is extraordinary and full of dangers, and he might run into a powerful enemy at any time. It would be best to keep some points as a trump card for unforeseen circumstances.

After finishing his final inventory, Zhu Mingyao stretched and shifted into a more comfortable position.

Staring out the window at the winter rain that had been falling for most of the night, the boy sighed softly:

"It's not even dawn yet; this Christmas Eve is going to be incredibly long..."

……

"Isn't it dawn yet?!"

In the vast space, countless dark and twisted buildings were scattered about, with specks of various colored lights flickering among them, and shouts and curses occasionally drifting on the wind.

At the edge of an open space on a street corner, Zhang Shouzhong stood panting, leaning on his cane. Apart from a patch of cement under his feet that was barely intact, the area around him was covered with marks from being hacked, struck by lightning, and burned. He wiped the sweat that had trickled down his eyebrows and looked up at the sky.

As far as the eye could see, there was only chaos, not a trace of sunlight. It seemed that the land on which they stood had been separated from the rest of the world and was floating alone in the void.

A sudden gust of wind rose behind him, and without even looking, he swung his staff backhand. The eight seal characters on the maroon staff, "Thunder Gate Train, Fengdu Torture Ghosts," shone brightly, shattering the attacking enemy into pieces. Then, he pursed his lips and blew out a trail of fire, forcing back several Christmas lights floating in the air and emitting eerie, malevolent light.

He looked back and saw two middle-aged witches wearing pointed hats and black robes with star patterns on their heads, desperately casting various spells to resist the attack of a large group of gingerbread men.

These small desserts, which were originally just lying on plates waiting to be tasted, have now grown many times larger, like little giants with bulging muscles. The exaggerated features adorned with candy beans shimmer with a scarlet light, making them look both comical and terrifying.

The flour-like body, which should have been incredibly fragile, now seemed to have transformed into a skeleton of steel. The lightning and flames shot by the witches could only leave charred patches on it in vain, and the various negative curses they cast were completely ineffective, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

Zhang Shouzhong sighed helplessly. With a flick of his hand, the Yaksha Ghost General [Jiesen] flying above his head accelerated instantly, transforming into a streak of dark golden afterimages. First, it crushed the last two balloon monsters that had grown human faces nearby, then it swooped down into the gingerbread men's pile, tearing them into a pile of fragments in a few quick moves.

As the witch came running up to thank him for his rescue, the old man simply waved his hand dismissively and said resentfully:

"One incompetent general can cause the deaths of thousands of soldiers! What kind of bullshit intelligence did the authorities come up with!"

Who said it's still asleep? It's clearly awake!

"We invited so many people to help us, and it still turned out like this. If I get out of here alive, I'll tear that foreign commander to pieces..."

"Boom!"

A deafening roar silenced his remaining complaints.

Above the chaotic sky, a mighty and solemn giant golden blade suddenly emerged, as if a giant god general had drawn his weapon and forcefully pierced into this world from the outside!

Looking through the cracks created by the sharp blade, the streetlights outside were bright, snowflakes were falling, and the normal scene of the small town was revealed.

Upon seeing this, the group couldn't help but smile.

The next second, this small world composed of twisted buildings turned into countless fragments, which, like giant waves, rapidly collapsed and shrunk towards the center.

As the massive wave of debris, hundreds of meters high, crashed towards him, Zhang Shouzhong's pupils constricted, and he only managed to utter one word:

"grass!"

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Chapter 25 Hualian Hongmen (Part 1)

"What? The old man is seriously injured?"

Are you kidding me?

Zhu Mingyao stood in the living room, his hands gripping the telephone receiver with prominent veins, his facial muscles twitching incessantly.

It was the morning of the second day of Christmas. He had experienced an adventure at home without leaving the house the night before, and was so excited that he could barely fall asleep until the early hours of the morning. Who would have thought that he would receive such bad news from the Chinese Chamber of Commerce as soon as he got up in the morning.

He tried to suppress his anger, and growled viciously at the person on the other end of the phone.

"Bai Ziyuan! Young Master Bai! Explain yourself! What exactly happened? With their combined strength, they could have escaped unscathed even if they encountered an army. How could they have been seriously injured?"

"I don't know either! What are the directors and seniors doing? How am I qualified to participate? There's no use getting angry with me. My grandfather is in bed right now!"

Bai Ziyuan on the other end of the phone was also extremely anxious.

"Like you, all I know is that they gathered before Christmas, apparently invited by someone to do something very important."

"They said they'd be back after the holiday, and they are back now, but they're all injured..."

But don't worry too much, someone has already examined them. Although everyone has injuries, none of them are fatal..."

Bai Ziyuan comforted him from the other side.

"Stop talking, I'm coming right now!" Before he could finish his rambling, Zhu Mingyao angrily hung up the phone.

He didn't have time to change out of his pajamas, so he just grabbed a long coat and wrapped it around himself. He rushed downstairs, started his beat-up pickup truck, and sped off towards the headquarters of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce in Los Angeles, leaving long trails of exhaust fumes.

The atmosphere on the streets of Los Angeles was unusually heavy today. Not only were there heavily armed police checking cars at every intersection, but armored vehicles bearing the FBI logo were also frequently seen speeding by.

Those gangsters who roam the underworld and have shady dealings are the most perceptive. Sensing trouble, they quickly tuck their tails between their legs and hide. The small fry who usually sell leafy greens on the streets and alleys all disappear without a trace, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.

Under the threat of MP5 submachine guns in the hands of the SWAT officers, even those drug addicts whose minds had long been destroyed by drugs and who wandered the roadside like zombies became rational, sitting there obediently for questioning, each as docile as a chicken.

Zhu Mingyao understood that the impact of the attack on the Special Investigation Bureau last night had been revealed, and this was probably just the beginning. In the coming days, the supernatural world of Los Angeles, and even the entire Golden State, would likely face a storm.

With a forced smile, Zhu Mingyao handed over the officer's friend/family card to the policeman who knocked on the car window.

This little gadget, which I just got my hands on a few days ago, has proven to be incredibly useful today. If it weren't for its influence, Zhu Mingyao would have preferred to abandon his car on the side of the road and simply hop on two swift-moving armors and walk away when faced with one lengthy interrogation after another; that would probably have been faster.

The scenery outside the window flashed by, and the wheels of the car kicked up the yellow leaves that had been knocked down by the night rain, then flung them into the mud.

Shortly after, the car left the main road, drove two blocks, turned into a back street, and slowly came to a stop.

Zhu Mingyao had accompanied Zhang Shouzhong to several annual banquets organized by Hualian, but those were all held in hotels. Since he had been busy cultivating and fighting monsters since his transmigration, he had not really visited Hualian's headquarters in Luocheng many times, so he was not very familiar with it.

Four or five commercial, residential and office buildings with attached annexes stood side by side, occupying a small part of the street, demonstrating the Chamber of Commerce's strong financial resources.

He recalled Bai Ziyuan's directions over the phone, got out of the car, and walked to the front of one of the buildings.

The first thing that catches the eye is the antique-style Chinese gate, but the material is different from the traditional one. It is neither stone nor wood, but some kind of unknown metal. The two colors of matte black and silver white are interspersed and staggered, and with the straight and sharp lines, the shape is classical and grand, but also has a touch of science fiction. It is a perfect combination of Chinese and Western styles.

Outside the wide, six-panel glass doors, two tall stone lions stand on the left and right, their heads held high and eyes glaring fiercely. Their large, vermilion eyes hold a hidden divine power, and an expert would immediately recognize that they have been imbued with cinnabar by a master, enabling them to see through evil and repel ghosts.

Several gleaming bronze vertical plaques hung on the wall beside the door:

Jinzhou Huaxia Calligraphy Research Association

Jinzhou Huaxia Opera Association

[Golden State Chapter of the Federal Association for Asian Cultural Studies]

And of course, the most important thing is:

Los Angeles Branch of the Federation of Chinese Businessmen from Five Continents

Zhu Mingyao stared at the gleaming sign, but in his mind, he was pondering its name from over fifty years ago:

"The Five Continents Hongmen Headquarters!"

……

"The Five Continents Hongmen Headquarters!"

This name has left a significant mark on both Zhu Mingyao's past and present lives.

The Hongmen in its previous life aimed to overthrow the Qing dynasty and restore the Ming dynasty. It flourished in the late Qing dynasty and played an important role in uniting overseas Chinese and supporting the motherland's resistance against imperialist aggression. However, with the changing times and the collapse of its own discipline, it eventually declined.

The Hongmen of this life is quite different. In this world where the extraordinary heritage has never been interrupted, it was established from the beginning with people from all walks of life and wandering martial arts practitioners as its backbone. It was a mutual aid organization used to secretly resist the Later Jin Dynasty. Later, with the changes in the modern situation, it gradually moved its main activities overseas along with Chinese immigrants.

After gaining many extraordinary individuals and greatly increasing its strength, the overseas Hongmen, under the guidance of insightful people, revised its rules and regulations, strictly enforced discipline, cleaned up its members, and carried out a series of modern reforms, reorganizing into the Five Continents Chinese Businessmen Federation.

It has been more than 50 years since it transformed from a traditional company into an international non-governmental organization.

With its homeland on one hand and local businesses on the other, the Chinese Chamber of Commerce has gained considerable influence in the political and business circles of the New World, especially on the West Coast, through long-term hard work and active participation in various social affairs.

After all, a person's character is largely shaped by their environment. China has long since been revived, and the spirit of its overseas Chinese has also changed, becoming more confident and self-reliant, far surpassing the previous generation of Chinese who only knew how to report their compatriots for eating hairy crabs.

If Zhu Mingyao were to tell them about bizarre and precious things in the world, such as Councilor Ding or donuts, they would just think he was telling a fantasy.

In addition, the world situation in this life is different from that in the previous life. On the one hand, the rise of China is already a fait accompli, and further suppression is useless. On the other hand, the Federation is not so powerful internationally. So even though they still hold a sense of white supremacy in their hearts, on the surface, Chinese immigrants in the Federation have a pretty good social status.

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