Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: The Pinnacle of the Demon Realm (5)

“It wasn’t me.”

Chuzheng, with an expressionless face, picked up the Spiritual Artifact and looked around at the surrounding buildings.

“I saw it with my own eyes!” the thief gritted his teeth, “You owe me compensation!”

“Sometimes, what your eyes see isn’t the truth,” Chuzheng solemnly retorted.

The thief: “…”

He clearly saw her tripping him; how could she deny it so confidently!

Even he, who had been a thief for many years, was not as shameless as she was.

The thief glanced at the Spiritual Artifact in Chuzheng’s hand and, seeing her looking around, had an idea.

He must get the Spirit Stone today, or else…

Suddenly, the thief jumped up, grabbed the Spiritual Artifact, and started to run, but after two steps, he couldn’t move any further.

Looking back, the indifferent girl was holding the other end of the Spiritual Artifact, and with a gentle tug toward herself, he was uncontrollably pulled backward and then kicked in the lower back by the girl.

“Trying to rob me?”

Did she look that easy to rob?

The thief covered his lower back and looked at her with a mix of fear and shock. The girl appeared expressionless, but she felt fiercely intimidating to him.

He didn’t bother with the Spiritual Artifact anymore and scrambled up, making a beeline for the alley.

Chuzheng gave chase for a couple of steps, but the alley twisted and turned, and the thief soon disappeared from sight.

He sure ran fast!

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The dim basement.

In a damp cell that reeked of mold, a young man leaned against the cold wall, his gaze lifeless as he watched a mouse scurry past.

His wrists and ankles were shackled with iron chains, and his face and body were spattered with bloodstains.

The sound of keys jingling and footsteps grew from faint to near.

Then someone spoke, “This place is really unlucky.”

“Heh, who would come here if not for the good pay?”

“Exactly.”

“How is he doing?”

The two people stopped in front of the cell door, “We brought him food yesterday, but he didn’t eat. Same the day before, it’s been two days now.”

“Is he trying to starve himself to death?”

“Who knows; but we can’t let him die, otherwise we won’t be able to explain it to them.”

“You go get some food,” the sound of chains lightly hitting the cell door, “We have to force-feed him today.”

One person left, and at the same time the cell door was pushed open, but the person did not enter, just stood at the doorway.

“Who are you?”

The young man suddenly heard a rebuke, followed by the person falling in front of him.

The young man looked blankly at the fallen person, and after a while, he slowly lifted his head, a girl stood in front of the cell door.

The girl walked into the cell, seemingly impatient, kicked the body out of the way, and then squatted down in front of him.

“Li Tang?” The girl’s voice was crisp, with a hint of coldness.

The young man’s lifeless eyes slightly regained focus.

Seeing his reaction, Chuzheng knew she’d gotten it right. She grabbed the iron chains to take a look and pulled out the Spiritual Artifact.

Even though the young man’s eyes were now focused, he still stared at her blankly, like a thoughtless doll.

The cold light of the Spiritual Artifact flashed, the young man closed his eyes, the wind swept across his eyelashes, and the glint passed over his pale but handsome face.

Clang—

The chains were chopped off and fell to the ground; the cornered mouse, startled, scurried away squeaking.

“Follow me,” Chuzheng turned and walked out.

She stepped out of the cell, but the young man hadn’t moved; his closed eyes opened, hollow and numb, exuding a deathly aura.

Chuzheng: “…”

Chuzheng walked back, grabbed the man, and pulled him up.

She let go of the boy, and he seemed to have no strength in his legs, unable to stand, and fell straight down.

The boy stared at her with his empty, lifeless eyes.

Chuzheng: “…” No! I didn’t do it on purpose! Who knew you were so weak that you can’t even stand properly! Stop looking at me!

Chuzheng looked at his legs, where rough fabric was stained with dark red blood. She put him back and crouched down to roll up his trouser leg.

The boy numbly watched her movements without any reaction.

As she rolled up his trouser leg, scars on his calf came into view, some old and scabbed, others still bleeding.

The higher up she went, the more ghastly it got; by the knee, it was a bloody mess.

Chuzheng fell silent for a moment, then put his trouser leg back down.

Before he turned evil, it was indeed too tragic.

So the question arises, what now? This Good Person Card seems almost useless; might as well finish it off…

[Take him out.] King’s Account was going crazy.

How to take him out? Drag him out or throw him out?

[…] Miss, are you here to stop him from turning evil, or to help him along?! [Carry him out! Princess carry style!]

Chuzheng: “…” Bastard, are you out of your mind? You want me to princess carry a male creature?

[Or do you want to carry him on your shoulders?] King’s Account was on the verge of exploding.

Chuzheng considered agreeing to do it.

[Miss! Little Ancestor! Look at the state he’s in; can you carry him on your shoulders? He’ll die!!] King’s Account roared to prevent Chuzheng from killing the Good Person Card, [Think about the Good Person Card, think about going back! Aren’t you calmer now?]

Chuzheng: “…”

Chuzheng stared at the boy for a long moment, then finally bent down to pick him up, surprised by how light he was.

Chuzheng carried him out of the cell door, through the dim corridor with cells on both sides, their interiors mottled with old bloodstains.

There was light ahead, and the boy suddenly looked in that direction, his eyes lighting up with a glimmer of hope.

However, just then, shadows flickered with approaching footsteps; someone was coming.

“Why has it been opened?”

“Go down and check.”

The boy began to tremble imperceptibly, and Chuzheng, looking down at him, saw he still had that numb expression.

Chuzheng’s palm gently stroked his back as she waited for the people above to come down.

“What are you doing… Who are you!” The man who came down tensed up and quickly pulled out a weapon.

On hearing the commotion, the rest from above came down as well, among them someone Chuzheng recognized.

“Beauty?” Young Master Song was surprised, then delighted: “How come you’re here? I knew we were fated.”

“Young Master!” Someone beside him reminded, “She’s holding that bastard.”

Young Master Song’s attention finally shifted to Li Tang in Chuzheng’s arms, his expression changing slightly: “Beauty, what are you doing?”

“You’ve seen it and you still ask.” Chuzheng’s indifferent gaze swept over them: “You’re not only useless, you’re blind too.”

Young Master Song’s entourage: “…”

Damn!

This girl actually dared to insult their young master.

Young Master Song’s face darkened with displeasure, “Put that bastard down, and come with me. I’ll pretend this never happened.”

“No way.” How can I just toss away the Good Person Card? If it dies, it can only die by my hands.

[…] We should never have had high expectations for Miss.

Young Master Song sneered, “Beauty, don’t push your luck. Do you know how powerful my Song Family is in Shangning City? Offending me is not a wise move.”

Chuzheng spoke dispassionately, “Then I won’t move.”

“…”

Young Master Song pointed a finger at her in the air, “Fine, beauty has got guts. Let’s see just how gutsy you can be today.”

“Seize her,” Young Master Song ordered his followers, his leering gaze roaming over Chuzheng, “Don’t hurt my beauty. Since you like it here so much, then in a little while, right here, in front of this bastard’s eyes, I’ll thoroughly enjoy you.”

“I advise you to leave quickly.” Chuzheng’s tone remained calm.

“Since beauty has delivered herself to my doorstep, how could I just walk away?”