The sense of discomfort grew stronger, as if her body were being consumed by flames.
"Heh."
Tang Xiaomin let out a mocking cold laugh.
"When will the cycle of revenge ever end? Forgive and you shall be forgiven. You will be tolerant of me, right?"
Silence.
Tang Xiaomin cast one last glance at Tang Zhongcheng, turned, and walked away.
The old monk outside the great hall clutched his chest, glaring furiously at Tang Xiaomin. He clearly wasn't satisfied.
Tang Xiaomin smiled at him.
"Your boss isn't bothered by me anymore, so why are you glaring at me?"
"Don't be upset. By your logic, even if I bullied you and killed you, you would have to be tolerant and not seek revenge. You would have to endure it, otherwise you'd be going against your own beliefs."
Unless the knife is in your own flesh, you don't know pain. Anyone can say empty words.
If this old monk weren't inferior in strength to Tang Xiaomin, they probably would have fought.
"Why did you come to this world, and why did you kill so many people? You are committing grave sins!"
Tang Xiaomin decided to reason with the old monk.
"Why did I kill? Because they wanted to kill me. If I wanted to live, they had to die. Otherwise, I would be the one dead."
"I'll build bricks from their ashes and pave my office floor with them, stepping on them every day as a reminder of how difficult it is to be alive."
"I was killed by the Tang family, yet they received no punishment. I hate them with all my being. Shouldn't I find ways to punish them?"
The old monk's face turned extremely ugly. He pointed a trembling finger at Tang Xiaomin.
"You... you are a demon! You should repent!"
"Repent what!" Tang Xiaomin roared.
"Let me tell you, even the gatekeeper at Immortal Mansion Group earns fifteen thousand a month. Other positions start at a minimum of twenty thousand, with full benefits and days off.
"When people struggle to make a living and lose hope, can your grand principles feed them? Can your moralizing save them?
"Open your eyes and look at this world."
Tang Xiaomin's words silenced the old monk.
Tang Xiaomin rolled her eyes at him and swaggered away from Changhu Temple.
How pale and powerless were grand principles in the face of this naked human reality.
No sooner had Tang Xiaomin returned to Immortal Mansion Group than President Pan's call came through.
"Miss Tang, my team at Meihuan has reviewed the solution you provided. It has been confirmed to be effective. You have truly opened my eyes."
Meihuan was originally Tang Xiaomin's design, and she understood it better than anyone.
Solving the problem was naturally effortless.
"President Pan, we are both businessmen. Let's skip the pleasantries. As agreed, you need to give me shares in Meihuan Company. And in the future, I will spare no effort in resolving the hidden dangers of Meihuan Automobile."
"Haha... it's all ready. Although your appetite is quite large."
"Then thank you, President Pan."
After hanging up, a wicked cold smile curled on Tang Xiaomin's lips.
President Pan wasn't a fool. She could easily resolve the problem, yet Tang Yan, the original designer, was completely clueless.
Amidst much suspicion, a good show was about to unfold.
It was almost Chinese New Year, but Yan Jue had not returned for a long time. It felt very strange.
He always said he was busy with work, but this wasn't like him at all.
So, Tang Xiaomin called Lu Xing.
"Hello."
"Miss Tang... what is it?"
It was a bit noisy on the other end, with what sounded like explosions.
"Why is it so loud?"
"Oh... we're setting off fireworks. They'll be done soon."
"Who are you trying to fool? You can't even speak properly. Tell me quickly, what exactly are you doing in Yuancheng?"
Lu Xing sighed and no longer hid anything.
"Miss Tang, something has happened..."
...
On the outskirts of Yuancheng, in a desolate area dozens of kilometers away, stood a branch company of Immortal Mansion Group, comprising several buildings.
It used to be a factory far from the city, which later went bankrupt and was bought by Immortal Mansion Group, then converted into a crematorium.
At this moment, a man stood on the top floor, smoking a cigarette and watching an unidentified flying object roaring in the distance.
Just moments ago, this building had been bombed.
Debris from several bombers lay scattered around the building.
At the same time, the building where Yan Jue stood was already precarious, on the verge of collapse.
Lu Xing said nervously, "President Yan, there might be more large-scale bombings to come. Perhaps we should retreat first? It's almost Chinese New Year."
Retreat?
How could that be possible? He would rather die than retreat!
"I want to see what other tricks they have up their sleeve."
Lu Xing had to inform Yan Jue of another shocking fact.
"President Yan, Ye Fengxing's name has suddenly disappeared from the Book of Life and Death."
"Oh, really? That's truly wonderful."
There were too many people in the world, and some would always defy the norm.
Ordinary people died, their souls were managed by Immortal Mansion Group, and they entered the cycle of reincarnation.
But a small number of people, due to certain opportunities, would transcend the human realm.
For instance, some mad scientists...
Something flashed across the sky in the distance, and in a blink of an eye, it was tens of meters away from Yan Jue.
It was a hulking, black robot, slightly taller than an ordinary person.
It wielded a weapon crackling with blue electricity, looking extremely dangerous.
"Yan Jue, I don't care what kind of monster you are, die!"
Ye Fengxing's voice, broadcast from within the robot, rang out.
Lu Xing stared at the scene before him, dumbfounded.
"This... is technology capable of this now? This is too outrageous! What is going on?"
Yan Jue's eyes ignited with intense fighting spirit, and a crimson longsword was already in his hand.
"Finally, you've shown yourself. You'll definitely be tougher than those fighter jets. Haha..."
Yan Jue laughed maniacally, then vanished into thin air.
The next second, he was beside the robot, unleashing a dazzling barrage of combos, striking the robot heavily.
With the final sword strike, the robot crashed heavily to the ground.
Yan Jue hovered in the air, looking down at the robot.
Only some scratch marks were left on the metal, and unlike the fighter jets, it hadn't turned into wreckage.
This made Yan Jue even more excited.
"Any more tricks? Bring them on!"
With that, Yan Jue took off his jacket, ready to teach Ye Fengxing a lesson.
At the same time, the robot on the ground began to move.
It lumbered to its feet, brandishing the electric longsword in its hand.
In the next second, it leaped up and attacked Yan Jue.
They exchanged blows.
Yan Jue sensed something was wrong.
His moves seemed to have been seen through by the robot.
Yan Jue quickly retreated, creating some distance.
"Are you analyzing my actions?"
At this moment, the robot also spoke.
"This is the power of technology, specially developed to deal with you. Die!"