Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

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Watching Ye Ling stride away triumphantly, Liu Jie wished he could immediately mobilize all his connections to kill that damn bastard who had dared to slap him in the face.

Yes, only by killing him would he be able to quell the rage in his heart, otherwise, Liu Jie simply couldn't vent the fury within him.

"Young Master Liu, the car that guy got into seems to be owned by the president of Huamei, Shen Yuexin," Liu Jie's sycophantic lackey whispered, still looking in the direction the car had gone.

Liu Jie was startled. Shen Yuexin?

The genius heralded by the business community as a once-in-a-millennium talent, the woman even his own father couldn't stop praising?

"Perhaps that bastard deserved to die not because of the demolition, but because of Shen Yuexin!" Liu Jie twisted his neck and sneered viciously.

Shen Yuexin, the object of Liu Jie's pursuit all this time, and the slightly perverse side of Liu Jie would never allow anyone to get close to the goddess of his heart.

In the past few years, God knows how many people vanished in Donghai City, their bodies buried in the river after being rejected by Shen Yuexin—all Liu Jie's doing.

Having said this, Liu Jie directly got into his car and drove away, thus bringing an abrupt end to this demolition farce.

Clean and swift, the end came just as people craved more, like a fishbone suddenly getting stuck in the throat while enjoying a delicious fish—utterly unsatisfying.

"Neighbors, it seems we need to strike as well. They are not so frightening. For our benefit, we must hold out to the end!" On the top floor of the apartment building, a middle-aged man with glasses raised his arms and bellowed.

The several dozen people on the building's rooftop all quickly echoed his sentiment. They also knew how to seize the moment, hoping to intimidate Liu Jie with the momentum left by Ye Ling's departure.

Whoosh, a group of people crazily rushed down, carrying shovels, brooms, and other common household weapons.

"Young Master Liu, what should we do?" asked Liu Jie's sycophantic lackey, leaning close to the car window.

Liu Jie's expression was ice-cold: "To obtain a corresponding harvest, one must have the power." After he finished speaking, the car window slowly rose.

The sycophantic young man smirked sinfully and gestured. The scarred thug being supported by others covered his mouth and yelled, as dozens of other thugs with baseball bats walked toward the crowd that had charged down.

"Charge! For our benefit, for fairness, fight!" The first man running down from the apartment was a true opportunist.

In the past, he advocated resistance, but after a few tragic incidents among the neighbors, he started advocating for contract signing. But seeing Ye Ling's display today, he instantly became a great resister once again.

Smack, a baseball bat knocked the bespectacled man to the ground, with his glasses falling onto his nose.

"I'll let you pay for hitting my brother with a brick!" The thug picked up the baseball bat and viciously smashed it onto the legs of the bespectacled man while continuing his unrelenting tirade.

With his head in his hands, the bespectacled man howled, "It wasn't me who hit him, it was the orphanage director who just left!"

"Bullshit, I know that, but I can't beat him, so I'm taking it out on you, got a problem?" the thug said fiercely.

The bespectacled man quickly shook his head, indicating he dared not complain. In his heart, though, he was longing for his longtime neighbors to rescue him, but to his surprise, as he turned around, he saw a bunch of neighbors standing not far away, casually pointing at him.

"Tsk tsk, look at that, he's a pest, trying to ask for a king's ransom. You can see how despicable this guy is," said one neighbor.

"Yes, yes, we shouldn't be like him. The company is just trying to do business; it's not easy, just accept the compensation already," chimed in another.

The bespectacled man was stunned, and suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out. What a bunch of hypocritical neighbors.

Sometimes, the truth is starkly realistic; the size of your gains is directly proportional to your strength.

In the speeding Maserati, Ye Ling sat in the passenger seat, his hand caressing Shen Yuexin's pale and delicate thigh, smacking his lips, "Tsk tsk, this feels really awesome."

Shen Yuexin's face turned a blush of embarrassment, "You shameless thing, get your paws off me!"

"Hey, we're practically an old married couple by now, what's there to be shy about?" Ye Ling said, his hand inching towards the soft side of the thigh.

Suddenly, the car swerved sharply, and Ye Ling almost got thrown out. Startled, he patted his chest and said, "Are you trying to murder your own husband?"

"Behave yourself, or I'll tell your sisters and you'll be banned from every bed tonight," Shen Yuexin gritted her teeth.

Ye Ling muttered, "No money, no fun, what's even the point of living."

"Just you wait, if one day I lose my mind, I'll jump off a building and commit suicide, let all of you be damn widows!" Ye Ling threatened fiercely.

Shen Yuexin immediately laughed, "Ye Ling, if you're really a man, jump from the financial building right now, and I'll wait for you in bed tonight, stark naked, but no flying, no using Spiritual Power."

"Damn, wouldn't I just smash to death then?" Ye Ling muttered.

Shen Yuexin scoffed with a smile, "I thought you wanted to die?"

"With several beauties like you around, why would I want to die? Whoever dies is an idiot!" Ye Ling chuckled.

Shen Yuexin shook her head with a wry smile; ever since she met Ye Ling, he had never acted properly, like some sort of hooligan, yet strangely enough, he had a rare sense of responsibility.

"Come with me to an event tonight," Shen Yuexin said.

Ye Ling's eyes lit up, "Wife, if you want to do that kind of thing, let's just go home, hotels are too expensive."

"Get lost! I'm asking you to accompany me to a banquet, I don't want to go alone, and you should start getting used to this lifestyle too, seeing you're worth billions now," Shen Yuexin said irritably.

Hearing this, Ye Ling got angry, grinding his teeth, "Billions? Where are they?"

"Have you ever seen a tycoon with billions smoke cigarettes that cost five yuan a pack? Have you seen a tycoon with billions wear a fake Adidas shirt that costs a few dozen yuan!" Ye Ling said fiercely.

"Didn't I buy you a genuine Semir shirt yesterday?" Shen Yuexin asked in confusion.

On hearing that, Ye Ling immediately gave a bitter smile, "Turns out I really am a billionaire, I already have a genuine Semir shirt!"

"Come on, we're going to get you a new outfit so you don't embarrass me tonight," Shen Yuexin floored the gas pedal, and the roaring engine sounded as the Maserati sped away.

Inside an upscale luxury men's clothing store, Ye Ling was awkwardly donning a black suit. The suit was well-fitted with a black shirt and he wore a pair of shiny leather shoes.

"I feel like a clown," Ye Ling said, uncomfortable in his own skin.

A lovely female sales assistant smiled sweetly, "Sir, this outfit suits your temperament so well, I dare say you're the most handsome man I've seen in this suit."

Ye Ling was taken aback, then pretended to be serious, straightening his collar, "Know why I'm handsome?"

The sales assistant shook her head in confusion, and Ye Ling leaned in abruptly towards her, grinning wickedly, "Because I'm confident."