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The morning breeze in Donghai City carried a slightly damp smell.

The lake water outside Jinghaiting Villa has receded, revealing a pool of purplish-red mud.

Li Haotian stood with his hands in his pockets, wearing a pair of cheap plastic slippers he had just bought from the supermarket.

Lin Mo walked behind him, still clutching the blue cotton candy that hadn't been licked clean.

"Haotian, the smell over there has changed."

Lin Mo stretched out her slender white finger and pointed towards the opposite side of the road.

Li Haotian glanced in the direction she pointed.

The once heavily guarded Han family manor is now like a hornet's nest that has been disturbed.

The manor's two gilded gates were leaning in the ditch, covered with countless scratches.

Dozens of luxury cars completely blocked the intersection.

People wearing suits, ties, and carrying briefcases.

The group of people stood around the doorway, their voices so loud they could kill the sparrows in the trees.

"Give me back the money! Where the hell is that old bastard Han Dehai?!"

"Our project payment has been delayed for three months. Pioneer Pharmaceuticals went bankrupt. Who will pay our hard-earned money?"

"Where's Han Ruobing? Let her come out and speak!"

Several disheveled men were spitting at the security booth.

None of the Han family bodyguards, who were usually arrogant and haughty, showed their faces at this moment.

Li Haotian, with a toothpick in his mouth, slowly swaggered over.

"Tsk, he was so arrogant last night, but he's turned into this today."

He hadn't changed out of his tattered security guard uniform, which stood out conspicuously among a group of people in designer suits.

Lin Mo seemed oblivious to the arguing people, preoccupied only with wrestling with the cotton candy in her hand.

"Stop right there! Who are you?"

A pot-bellied man blocked Li Haotian's way.

He clutched several crumpled IOUs in his hand, his face trembling with pain.

"Those collecting debts, line up and squat down at the back!"

The man with the large belly wiped the sweat from his brow, his eyes filled with extreme hostility.

Li Haotian looked down at the other person's shiny leather shoes and his lips twitched downwards.

"Hey, just passing by, what's this? Do you own this main road?"

"Just passing by? What are you doing here in that shabby security guard uniform!"

Next to the large-bellied man, several wealthy women dressed in expensive suits also gathered around.

They covered their noses with their hands, as if they had smelled something disgusting.

"This poor bastard is probably trying to sneak in and steal things while things are in disarray."

"Get out of our way, don't delay us from getting our property certificate back."

Li Haotian ignored them and turned to walk around them.

Just then, the broken side gate of the manor creaked open.

An old man wearing a black tailcoat came out.

The old man's hair was neatly combed, but his eyes were sunken, and he exuded an aura of impending death.

This is Uncle Zhong, the old butler of the Han family.

The noisy crowd instantly erupted into chaos, pushing and shoving forward.

"Uncle Zhong! The Han family's assets have been seized! What will happen to our money?!"

"Give me back my office building!"

Uncle Zhong ignored the noisy creditors.

He raised his head, his cloudy eyes scanning the crowd.

Finally, his gaze settled on Li Haotian, who was about to buy breakfast.

Zhong Bo's body trembled.

He stumbled and pushed his way through the crowd, his movements so forceful that he knocked over two wealthy women.

"Mr. Li... Mr. Li!"

Zhong Bo squeezed out a sound from his throat, like the cracking of dry wood.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, the old butler, who had served three generations of the Han family, suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud.

His knee struck the hard bluestone slab with a dull thud.

The crowd fell into an eerie silence.

With his large belly and mouth agape, the stack of IOUs in his hand fell into a puddle.

The wealthy women forgot to scream and just stared blankly at the scene.

"Mr. Li, this old servant has been waiting for you here all morning."

Zhong Bo pressed his head firmly to the ground, his voice filled with desperate pleas.

"The Han family... is gone."

"Master Han left this behind before he was taken away by the Dragon Shield men."

Zhong Bo stretched out his hands, trembling.

He was holding a heavy lacquered wooden box in his hands.

The box is opened.

Inside, there was a thick stack of dark purple documents neatly piled up.

Those are property ownership certificates, each stamped with a gold sealing wax seal.

"These are the thirteen shops owned by the Han family in the central area of ​​Donghai, as well as the manor in the northern suburbs."

"In total, the market value is conservatively estimated to be over one billion."

Zhong Bo raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"Please...please speak to the Dragon Shield and ask them to leave Master Han a proper burial and spare the Han family's life."

A collective gasp rippled through the surrounding crowd.

Billion.

If these property certificates were thrown out, they could create a huge hole in the entire business community of Donghai City.

The man with the big belly rubbed his eyes, wishing he could gouge his eyeballs out and stick them onto the documents.

"A billion... just given away like that?"

"Who on earth is this security guard? Has the Han family gone mad?!"

Li Haotian stopped and spat out the toothpick from his mouth.

He stared at the box in Zhong Bo's hand, his eyes as cold as ice.

"Do you think I'm short of money?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it made those around him feel as if they had been stabbed in the heart.

Zhong Bo was stunned, his hand still trembling in mid-air.

"Mr. Li, this is the last thing the Han family has left. All you have to do is nod your head..."

Li Haotian reached out his hand.

He randomly pulled out the largest property certificate from the stack of documents.

That was a piece of waste paper that could buy half a pedestrian street.

He held the property certificate out in his palm and folded it slowly.

The movements were very practiced.

Folded on the left.

Turn it over to the right.

The wings are flattened.

Less than half a minute.

A property certificate worth hundreds of millions of yuan turned into a paper airplane in his hands.

"Haotian, can it fly?"

Lin Mo leaned closer and blinked.

Li Haotian smiled.

"Watch closely."

He suddenly swung his arm forward.

The paper airplane drew a straight arc in the air.

It swept over the head of the big-bellied man.

It swept across the pale faces of those wealthy women.

At last.

The paper airplane plunged headfirst into the filthy trash can at the entrance of the manor.

With a "glug" sound.

It sank into a pile of purplish-red mud and waste paper.

The entire room fell silent.

Zhong Bo collapsed to the ground, as if his spine had been removed.

Those socialites and wealthy women felt a tightness in their chests.

That's money.

It is something they have dreamed of all their lives, something they would even be willing to sell everything for.

In that man's hands, she wasn't even a plaything.

"I don't lack money."

Li Haotian tugged at Lin Mo's hand.

"I have a bad temper, and I just want to find a quiet place to sleep."

"Where Han Dehai is is up to Dragon Shield."

He glanced down at Uncle Zhong, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Remember to clean up this trash on the ground later."

He turned around, his shadow stretching long in the sunlight.

Lin Mo skipped and hopped behind him, humming an unknown tune.

"So handsome..."

In the crowd, a socialite couldn't help but murmur something.

What was originally greed for money in her eyes has now turned into a kind of distorted worship.

"Isn't this what it truly means to treat money like dirt?"

The man with the big belly slumped into a puddle, staring at the trash can.

He wanted to pick it up.

But he found that his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't move them at all.

That was the oppressive aura of someone in a superior position.

It suppressed him to the point that he couldn't even muster a greedy thought.

A crisp laugh came through the headset.

"Boss, I give you full marks for that showmanship."

Su Wan's voice echoed in Li Haotian's mind.

"You didn't see Uncle Zhong's expression. He probably never imagined that property certificates could be used like this in his life."

Li Haotian rubbed his ears.

"Stop talking nonsense, have you bought the braised pork yet?"

"I've bought it, but I have to remind you of something."

Su Wan paused, her tone full of sarcasm.

"The garbage can whose property certificate you threw away is located on the sanitation land plot, which is also your property."

Li Haotian tripped and almost fell over.

"What did you say?"

"Have you forgotten? Last time, to thank you, Chen Dafa transferred all the properties and sanitation services within a three-kilometer radius of Jinghaiting to your name."

"In other words, you just moved the money in your bank account from your left pocket to your right pocket, and in the process, you got it dirty."

Li Haotian's face darkened.

"Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"I saw you folding paper airplanes so enthusiastically that I didn't have the heart to interrupt you."

Li Haotian quickened his pace, wishing he could leave this awful place immediately.

Next to the construction site across the street.

The man wearing a monocle was leaning against the telephone pole.

He was holding a stack of the latest surveillance photos.

In the photo, Li Haotian is throwing the paper airplane.

The man's lips curled up, revealing a row of thin teeth.

"I really don't care about money."

He muttered to himself and casually tore the photo into pieces.

The fragments drifted away with the wind and landed in a nearby sewer.

A dull thud echoed from deep within the sewer.

It was some kind of heavy body crawling inside the iron pipe.

Li Haotian suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He glanced back at the manhole cover beneath his feet.

The manhole cover was shaking.

It was so subtle that only he could sense it.

"Haotian, your heartbeat has gotten faster."

Lin Mo hid behind him and handed him the remaining half of the stick.

Li Haotian took the stick and casually stuck it into the soil of the green belt next to him.

"Su Wan, lock onto the signal from that monocle."

His voice became extremely calm.

"Where are Chen Dong and the others?"

"They're on their way, but they were stopped on the bridge by a group of unidentified guys."

Su Wan's typing became rapid.

"The energy response in Donghai City is surging; something is about to emerge."

Li Haotian looked up at the sky.

The clouds seemed to have an eerie purple hue.

Even though it was morning, the streetlights suddenly turned on.

The light flickered.

It emitted a crackling sound indicating an electrical leak.

The creditors who were still watching outside the Han family's house suddenly let out a scream.

They pointed to the fountain pool inside the manor.

The water there was originally clear.

just now.

Thick, purplish-red liquid gushed out of the fountain's eye.

The liquid was highly corrosive, instantly turning the surrounding stone sculptures into charcoal.

"Run! Run!"

The big belly screamed and rushed out.

But he had only taken two steps when a cluster of purple tentacles emerged from a crack in the paving stones and wrapped around his ankle.

"ah--!"

The scream only lasted halfway before it stopped.

The man with the big belly was pulled into the concrete, without even a bubble appearing.

The crowd went completely mad.

Those wealthy ladies who were just showing off their luxury goods are now rolling around in the mud, holding up their skirts.

Li Haotian looked at the people running around in a panic.

He didn't move.

His hand was already gripping the dagger at his waist.

"They're here."

He said softly.

The manhole cover beneath their feet suddenly exploded open.

A purple, fleshy ball covered in eyes emerged from the ground.

It wriggled in the sunlight, emitting a nauseating, fishy smell.

A crack slowly appeared in the very center of the fleshy mass.

Han Dehai's withered face was actually embedded in the fleshy ball.

He opened his eyes.

His pupils were filled with only a deathly purple light.

"Li... Haotian... open... the door."

Han Dehai's voice sounded like an echo from hell.

Li Haotian exhaled a breath of stale air.

He turned his head and glanced at the terrified Lin Mo.

"Step back."

Lin Mo nodded obediently and shrank back into the shadows of the villa.

Li Haotian took a step.

The slippers stepped on the purple slime.

"Looks like we won't be able to have breakfast."

He suddenly drew his bronze dagger with his right hand.

Golden flames danced along the blade.

"Han Dehai, your style is getting more and more unique."

Li Haotian's figure slumped slightly.

The surrounding air was instantly distorted by the high temperature.

He was like a loaded cannonball.

aims.

It was that huge, disgusting purple ball of flesh.

And in the ruins in the distance.

A pair of ghastly green eyes were staring intently at them through a monocle.

"The experiment begins."

The man pressed a red button.

The sky above Donghai City.

A massive bolt of purple lightning struck down without warning.

The entire city.

At this moment, it felt as if we had entered another dimension.

In Li Haotian's eyes.

The golden light flourishes.

He had already sensed something that surpassed all previous enemies.

It was mocking him silently from across the void.

"Time to dust off."

He gave a low shout.

He transformed into a golden streak of light and crashed violently into the writhing shadow.

The ground trembled.

At this moment, it reached its peak.