Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Jerry's use of those talking points is really impressive...

It feels like he was born for this environment...

He barely suppressed the urge to transform into a golden dragon and slap this loser who was practically useless in the world except for disgusting people.

Morty then unleashed his fear, and combined it with memory reading, quickly reviewing what had happened in the studio over the past hour.

The more Morty looked at these memories, the angrier he became.

He thought that what Jerry was saying was disgusting enough.

I didn't expect... the previous one was even more disgusting.

No wonder Grandpa said that Sangmei couldn't hold on much longer.

Anyone facing a combination of stacked buffs, strong opinions, and being labeled with a hat would be instantly defeated...

Whenever Sangmei tries to find a breakthrough.

Jerry would then use his middle age, unemployment, fragile ego, marital discord, children who don't love him, and the fact that his life is already miserable enough, and you want to make it even worse, to his advantage.

This left Sang Mei speechless on the spot.

Even though Sangmei is the second closest to C167's bloodline in the family, genetically speaking, the man who created the prototype of the Eye of the Universe and may even have joined the Shadow Group.

But facing Jerry's 'home field' advantage, plus the barrage of verbal attacks, he was at a disadvantage.

It seems that the only options besides taking direct action are...

There was no other way to choose from.

However, Jerry's skills are still not deep enough...

[If he had ever argued with anyone on social media, or traveled around with his grandfather, Sangmei's mental defenses would have been destroyed long ago.]

Morty looked at Jerry, who was frantically spewing insults. The mudslinging skills he had learned from his grandfather over the past six months were among the best in the universe.

He's just a Jerry.

What's so difficult about solving this?

It's just that going to argue with Jerry by myself is a bit beneath me...

Just as Morty was considering whether to take Jerry and Sangmi away, Sangmi, who had already been relentlessly criticized, looked around, hoping that a handsome guy would come along and take down that bastard Jerry for her.

"Mo...Motty! Morty!!!"

At the crucial moment, upon discovering her beloved little brother, Sangmei unhesitatingly forgot all the promises she had made to Morty just hours earlier.

What?

Did I say those things?

How can it be!

I never said that!

You must be hallucinating!

Having already been tormented by Jerry, Sammy rushed towards Morty and, while pouring out her grievances, made sure to imply that Morty would avenge her.

Morty: "I look like I have a lot of free time..."

"Motty, Motty, my son, you've come?"

This guy's behavior had long annoyed Morty, and it's unclear whether he was too arrogant or thought Morty would actually try to reason with him.

Upon discovering Morty, he mimicked the villains in some superhero movies, resorting to a sinister grin, arms crossed, legs spread, and speaking in a high-pitched voice.

All that's missing is a versatile red cape to wear, and then I can send them to the theater to act in a third-rate vampire play.

Morty even came up with a name for the series.

Let's call it "A Middle-Aged Loser Vampire"

"Motty, join me now, join me!"

Morty: "If you keep this up, you're in for it."

Jerry: "Huh? Something to be submissive to? What are you talking about? Are you going to lay a hand on your father?"

Morty's warning not only failed to have any effect, but instead made Jerry, who had somewhat misjudged the situation, even more arrogant.

After several teasing attempts, accompanied by those small physical gestures.

Morty, who was originally planning to hold back, took a small running start and flew up, kicking Jerry in the stomach.

Using the force of his kick to knock Jerry to the ground, he punched Jerry in the face, growling viciously, "Enough! You piece of trash who's good for nothing but disgusting people!!!"

"I've put up with you for far too long!"

"You piece of trash! Garbage! You dog bastard!"

"You think you're so eloquent? You think you're so powerful? You think you're their leader?"

"No!!" Morty pointed to the men in the studio cheering for Jerry. "You're just a puppet! And you're even smug about it!"

"Don't even mention women's circles, in the men's circles of this world, you're the worst of the worst losers!"

You'll never truly know your own limitations!

"Is it really that hard to recognize one's own identity and capabilities?"

"It's not shameful to be a good-for-nothing in Grandpa's house!"

"If you don't want to be a liar, then work hard to improve yourself!"

"Without improving your own abilities, you think that just because you say a few words and get some praise, you can look down on real power!"

"What kind of idiot are you?!"

The more Morty cursed, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the more he wanted to hit him. He wouldn't hesitate to slap this loser.

A few punches later, Jerry's face was swollen.

But Morty didn't stop; he continued his attack, clearly intending to beat Jerry to a pulp.

Gradually, Sangmei went from being happy to becoming afraid.

The onlookers had varying expressions, but they were all shocked that a fourteen-year-old boy would be so cruel to his own father.

As for Jerry... he was able to put up a fight at first.

However, compared to a half-grown, plus-sized version of a Great Old One, his power was utterly insignificant to Morty.

He soon began vomiting blood and lost the ability to resist.

Just when Jerry thought he was going to die.

A figure rushed over and appeared at the studio door.

Chapter 110 Galactic Empire

"Stop! Stop right now! Who gave you permission to beat someone up in broad daylight!"

The woman who came rushing towards them wore a pair of white-and-red high heels, a high-end handmade tailored suit, and a pearl necklace. She had a beautiful face and an extraordinary demeanor.

With her short, neat blonde hair, she walked over aggressively, showing no regard for Morty whatsoever, just as the latter's earlier violent outburst and aggression were nothing to her.

It doesn't seem threatening at all.

Who are you?

"Motty asked."

"Card..."

"Forget it! I'm not interested in knowing," Morty said, shutting the other person down. Then he cast a fear spell and used memory reading to access the other person's memories.

Since mastering this skill, Morty has completely lost patience with the time required for communication and dialogue within just a few hours.

Probing, traps, extortion.

What a waste of time.

If you can access memories, why go through all this trouble?

Morty was taken aback when he saw it; after watching it, he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart how brilliant it was.

Who would have thought that loser Jerry would be able to play both sides so well so soon after arriving in this world.

He actually went and took money from elite women after gaining the full support of the male-dominated "lying flat" faction!

Good guy.

Jerry, you've really outmaneuvered this two-faced guy!

Just as Morty was about to expose this guy's true colors in public and show the world his hypocrisy, Grandpa suddenly returned.

"Motty, let's go, let's go, don't waste our time here."

"I've prepared something. When you get back, come directly to the garage to find me."

Seeing how serious Grandpa looked, and considering that Grandpa wouldn't make excuses for this loser, Morty threw Jerry into the portal and went in with Sangmei.

Back in my familiar home.

Morty didn't even glance at the guy he'd beaten into a pulp, and went straight to the kitchen, taking a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator.

He then realized that Beth had already returned.

"Mom, how long have you been waiting to get back?"

Beth, sitting on the living room sofa, turned around with a complicated expression and said, "About half an hour ago."

Morty responded with a sound of agreement and then said nothing more.

After all, Beth's relationship with a certain Chinese-American doctor seemed to be exceptionally good before, and now she's back in this little family.

Having to deal with a grandfather, a pair of problem children, and a middle-aged loser, anyone would probably be reluctant to do it.

But that's life.

Nine out of ten unpleasant things happen in this way.

I also want to find a quiet place and live a normal life, like finding a job, getting married, having children, and so on.