He feigned madness for eighteen years, all for the power of a god.

Bai Ye lied without batting an eye:

"Didn't I tell you? The official unit I joined offers excellent benefits."

"My boss is very kind. After learning about my family's situation, he specially helped me initiate an internal donation drive at headquarters. These funds were raised by my colleagues."

He had already come up with this reason long ago.

My sister may be naive, but she's not stupid. If he said he earned it himself, she would definitely be suspicious.

However, if it is a "charitable donation from an official organization," it seems much more reasonable.

As expected, Bai Zhi was still shocked after hearing this, but the doubt in her eyes lessened considerably, replaced by deep gratitude and emotion.

"You... your colleagues are so kind." Her eyes reddened, and her voice choked with emotion.

After comforting her sister, Bai Ye picked up her tools and said to her:

"I'll go buy some wall repair materials and patch up the hole in Xiaoya's room first. We can't let the child live like this forever."

Bai Ye walked out of the orphanage.

We arrived at a parking lot not far from the orphanage.

Get into Zhao He's car.

Considering that handling materials by hand is very troublesome.

So Bai Ye decided to drive instead.

Out of caution, he changed back to Zhao He's appearance.

He arrived at a rather dilapidated-looking renovation shop in the working-class district.

He walked into the renovation shop, where a middle-aged owner with a burly face who didn't look like a good person was sitting with his legs crossed behind the counter reading a newspaper.

The boss raised his eyelids and lazily glanced at Bai Ye.

When he saw Bai Ye's somewhat worn suit, a barely perceptible hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

He could tell from Bai Ye's attire that he was a poor young man with little money.

"Boss, buy some waterproof coating and cement," Bai Ye said bluntly.

"Oh, what kind do you want?" The boss slowly put down his newspaper, looking indifferent.

Bai Ye explained his needs, and after listening, the boss's eyes lit up, and his mind started racing with calculations.

He stood up, pointed to a paint with the most ordinary packaging on the shelf, and immediately began to speak:

"This is the latest nano-waterproof material, the most effective. Five hundred yuan a bucket, no bargaining."

In the boss's eyes, this kid didn't look very rich.

Let's just rip them off for 500.

Bai Ye frowned.

Although he didn't understand the market, he knew that this price was definitely abnormal.

How could a bucket of ordinary waterproof coating cost five hundred yuan?

The boss was clearly taking advantage of his ordinary clothes and trying to rip him off.

The boss was actually quite confident.

He's been ripping off customers for a long time; almost every resident in the area has been cheated by him.

But everyone was angry but dared not speak out.

Because he has a "proud" son.

His son, Sun Hao, nicknamed "Viper," is a well-known second-tier expert in the Tarot Club.

He's considered a big shot in the underground world of extraordinary individuals.

With such a son as his backer, he could practically do whatever he wanted in this area.

Even if some clueless customer dares to cause trouble for him.

He made a phone call and asked his son to come over and "reason with him," and in the end, the other party still had to obediently hand over the money.

......

Meanwhile.

On the streets of a slum.

Two figures staggered along the uneven road.

The leader was a young man with a buzz cut and a ferocious snake tattooed on his neck.

He is Sun Hao, the son of the renovation shop owner, a well-known "Viper" in the Tarot Club, and an extraordinary individual on the second level.

His companion was a tall, thin man with a sparse goatee on his chin, which looked somewhat comical.

He was also a notorious troublemaker in the club, nicknamed "Goat".

At that moment, Sun Hao was planning to take his brothers home to freeload a meal.

"Bro, did you hear? That quack doctor Zhao He single-handedly took down the Bomber a couple of days ago!"

As the goat walked, it lowered its voice and spoke to Sun Hao with a look of terror on its face.

Sun Hao also looked both terrified and relieved.

"Nonsense! Who in the industry doesn't know about this?"

"Damn, that's the Bomber! I heard even the big shots on the third floor fell for him. He's a complete madman!"

"They actually...they actually got killed by that Zhao He! And there are rumors that he wiped out the entire smuggling ring at the Jinmao Building, blowing the whole building to smithereens!"

"It seems... Zhao He was faking it all along! He's not some quack doctor, he's a killing machine!"

"From now on, if we see him at the club, we'd better avoid him and never mess with him."

The goat said with lingering fear.

Sun Hao nodded in deep agreement:

"Absolutely!"

"Anyone who dares to mess with him from now on is truly cursed, they're asking for trouble!"

The two were nervously gossiping as they walked into the renovation shop.

As soon as Sun Hao entered the door, he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Dad! I'm starving! Is there any food at home? Something to eat!"

However, when he looked up, he saw his father with his back to him, making a subtle gesture towards him.

This gesture is a secret code between the father and son, meaning:

"They're slaughtering a fat sheep, so don't make a sound, just wait quietly, and you'll get your share of the money later."

When Sun Hao saw the gesture, he wanted to laugh, but he was also thinking about which unlucky guy his father had tricked this time.

But when he casually glanced at the face of the so-called "unlucky guy"—

In that instant, Sun Hao felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and even his breath caught in his throat!

That gloomy face! Those sunken eye sockets! That icy aura that keeps strangers at bay!

This...this is none other than Zhao He, the god of death who just massacred the Jinmao Building and turned Shanghai into ashes!

At that moment, Sun Hao felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck him hard on the top of his head!

His father…his biological father…the “fat sheep” he’s slaughtering is actually Zhao He, who dares to confront even a dangerous calamity like the Bomber Demon head-on?!

This isn't ripping off customers at all!

This is clearly pre-ordering urns for his entire family's ashes!

Sun Hao's mind went blank with a "buzz".

He did it almost instinctively, without saying a word.

He rushed forward in one stride, swung his arm wide, and delivered a resounding slap to his father's fat old face!

"Smack!"

That slap was so crisp and pleasant to hear, and it was incredibly powerful!

The renovation shop owner was completely stunned by the slap.

She spun around halfway on the spot, covering her burning face and looking at her son in disbelief.

He's always been the one beating his son since he was a child. Is the sun rising in the west today?

"You little brat! Are you fucking crazy?! You dare hit me?!" The boss was just about to start cursing.

But he found that his son didn't even glance at him.

Sun Hao turned around, bowed deeply to the young man who had terrified him, at a ninety-degree angle, his posture extremely humble:

"Mr. Zhao... I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"