Ill-Gotten Wealth (Part 2)

“Heh.” Li Miaosheng chuckled.

“Sorry! I truly didn’t know… but if you came here just to make things difficult for me, then allow me to say one thing—”

“Your! Mother! What’s! Her! Surname!”

The moment he finished speaking, he lifted his head. His resolute gaze shot straight into Brother Long’s eyes.

It made him freeze for a second.

But he quickly reacted and swung a bun-sized fist toward him—

Unfortunately… it hit nothing but air.

Li Miaosheng simply crouched down, effortlessly dodging the blow,

even causing Brother Long to lose his balance slightly…

Within seconds, he had already retreated to a distance and said to Bai Ze beside him:

“Hey! Bai Ze, stay here. I’m going to buy some oranges—I’ll be right back…”

After giving the instruction, Bai Ze, in her little girl form, squatted in the corner, arms crossed over her chest, looking rather bored.

………

The giant staggered, almost falling, but Feiji—the rooster-haired Chicken Bro behind him—quickly supported him,

saving him from embarrassment…

“Brother Long, take it easy! See, I told you this kid is weird! If we don’t bring out the real stuff…”

The bald man in sunglasses paused slightly; the earlier contempt on his face vanished:

“Hmm… indeed. The fact he dodged that punch already tells me he’s not simple!”

“But! You just insulted my mother, didn’t you? Do you know what I hate most in this life? I hate it when people talk about my mother! Brothers—grab your weapons and take him down!”

The giant cracked his knuckles, his earlier disdain replaced by anger.

With his command, over a dozen thugs in the alley pulled out sticks—some even brandished sharpened blades—charging toward Li Miaosheng all at once…

But Li Miaosheng? Not panicked at all.

To him, this scene was already routine—so familiar it couldn’t be more ordinary.

He grabbed the iron rod of the first thug rushing in, suddenly exerted force, and thrust it forward—

that thug flew out like a kicked dog, crashing onto the ground…

There was no time to pause. Within seconds, several more swung their weapons toward him.

The air filled with whooshing sounds—

and cries of pain!

Of course, those cries weren’t his—

they were from the group of thugs wielding sticks.

Their attacks were simple: swing, slash, heavy strike…

To him, it was no different from dealing with small animals. Once he grabbed their sticks, they were helpless,

freezing for two or three seconds—

and those two or three seconds were more than enough for him…

Soon, among the dozen thugs, only five remained—those holding knives.

And even they were trembling.

So afraid of the young Daoist before them that their legs weakened, their knives shaking uncontrollably…

“What? Not continuing?” Li Miaosheng beckoned with his hand, inviting them forward.

And notably—he was smiling.

But to them, that smile was no different from a demon beckoning. If not for Brother Long behind them,

they would have already dropped their knives and fled…

The standoff lasted two or three minutes.

Until one thug couldn’t take it anymore and charged forward with a blade—

Yet strangely, he collapsed halfway before even reaching him.

This left everyone except Li Miaosheng stunned—even Brother Long removed his sunglasses, staring in disbelief.

“You… what are you exactly? You didn’t even touch my guy—how did he…”

The giant said in shock, rubbing his eyes.

“You’re asking why he fainted? Well, that’s because of the little stone I shot.”

As he spoke, Li Miaosheng pinched a small stone in his hand and showed it to them.

“No! That’s impossible!” Cold sweat began to form on Brother Long’s face.

“You think this is some martial arts novel? Flicking fingers to kill—this kind of thing—”

“You don’t believe me? Then I’ll show you again…”

Standing in place, a small stone slipped into his right hand. With a flick—

“biu~”

Another thug, ten meters away, dropped instantly.

From start to finish, it took less than ten seconds.

Everyone could only stand there, jaws dropped, eyes wide as oxen.

The remaining three thugs turned and ran—

but before they got far, they too collapsed just like the others, unable to even struggle…

Now the situation was completely one-sided.

On the field remained only: Li Miaosheng, Brother Long, and Chicken Bro.

Oh—and Bai Ze, casually watching. Though she found it too quick—not entertaining enough.

“Well then! Now it’s just the ‘50,000 big brother’… and… the bruised… uh… Chicken… something?”

“But that’s fine. Since your underlings are all down, what now? Group fight—or one-on-one?”

When he said those last words, his previously narrowed eyes suddenly opened, his smile growing wider and wilder.

“Come on, come on!! Who should I start with? The lucky one is—you!”

He pointed at Feiji, who immediately clung to Brother Long, shaking his head frantically.

“Or you!?” Brother Long trembled, his legs shaking uncontrollably…

Seeing their reactions, Li Miaosheng began calculating internally—

how to extort them.

Cough— no, how to make them donate some incense money.

Then he said:

“Since neither of you wants to volunteer, I have a special offer! Five thousand yuan! Yes—just five thousand, and you get to keep your health. Sounds great, right!?”

“Great! Very great!” The two could only echo in fear.

If earlier they were frightened, now they were utterly terrified.

As he spoke, the stones in his hand fired like a Gatling gun, embedding into the concrete wall behind—

even from afar, one could see the deep “bullet holes”…

“Right? Good boys! Come on~ time to donate!”

Li Miaosheng smiled, extending his left hand, while his right remained aimed at them—

just to ensure nothing went wrong during the “transaction.”

“O-okay! I’ll donate, I’ll donate! Here’s 2,500…”

As their leader, Brother Long paid first.

But Feiji…

“Hey! What are you doing? Hurry up! I may not care about my life, but—”

Before he could finish yelling, Feiji burst into tears, sobbing:

“Waaah~ Brother Long! It’s not that I don’t want to… I only have 300 on me! Do you… do you have the remaining 2,200?…”

“What—?!”

“You come out with that little money and still call yourself a gangster?!”