Hong Kong variety show: I, Big Guy, didn't cheat!

After handling Wang Fengyi's father's funeral, Ding Haokun flew to Japan and, following the demon's aura, found the Red-Skinned Demon. He reeked of sulfur, his presence far more imposing than before, and his gaze towards Ding Haokun was filled with malice.

With a resounding slap, the red-skinned demon was sent flying hundreds of kilometers before plunging into the sea. Before he could regain his footing, he was struck again.

After being punched more than a dozen times until he was barely recognizable, Ding Haokun finally let him go. Watching him slowly recover, Ding Haokun's momentum plummeted.

"Are you awake now? Did I give you too much face? You still want to bite me? Are you tired of living?"

"No, it's a misunderstanding. I've eaten too many people and didn't realize it for a moment. Give me a chance, and there will definitely be no next time."

"Good boy, if I see you again, I'll smash your bones piece by piece and show you what pain is! The farm is ready, we can go now."

"You're fucking ruthless! This place has become a death trap. How many people have you eaten?" Ding Haokun was speechless. No wonder he hadn't made a name for himself after all this time. This guy is really stupid!

The red-skinned devil scratched his bald head somewhat awkwardly. "Not many, just over 300,000."

"Damn, let's go!" He picked him up again and drove away with a sonic boom, secretly laughing to himself. Let's see if you little bastards who never give up their evil intentions have met your match this time.

After flying for more than two hours, they stopped at a huge cattle farm in Argentina, where tens of thousands of cattle were raised. Ding Haokun took out his satellite phone, dialed a number, and soon a car pulled up beside them.

"Hello Mr. Ding, I am the person arranged by Miss Sophia. I will take you to the farm for the handover."

"Okay, lead the way. After the handover, tell the farmer he'll be back in three days; we won't waste any time!"

"Okay, I'll let them know!"

After getting rid of the farm's people, the red-skinned devil began to work, drawing a huge magic circle that surrounded the entire ranch. The cows inside sensed something was wrong and bellowed in panic, but they were unable to escape.

As the ritual began, a dense black light emanated from the ground, causing all the cattle to become shriveled and emaciated, followed by their bones crumbling, and finally their souls being devoured.

A gigantic minotaur emerged from the magic circle, letting out a roar that caused the entire farm's ground to explode and all the buildings to collapse.

"It's from the Bull Demon clan! This strength is definitely that of a Demon King's guard, far surpassing that of ordinary high-ranking demons!"

Ding Haokun smiled indifferently, "What kind of bullshit demon king guards are they? They're all my food. Kneel down and subdue them!"

The terrifying suppressive power of the Dragon Elephant Suppressing Prison Force landed on the Bull Demon. This extremely arrogant Bull Demon, who was nearly ten meters tall, was immediately pressed to the ground and could not even struggle.

"This sulfur smell is unpleasant, but I'll treat you like a sizzling beef fillet. With your immense strength and delicious power, become my nourishment!" A black hole appeared and swallowed the bull demon.

A massive surge of energy coursed through his body, causing him to close his eyes involuntarily. He felt his cells being continuously activated, one hundred, two hundred, until they reached four hundred before finally stopping.

I now have 4100 cells, and the energy I need has increased tenfold. I never expected that a so-called demon king's guard could activate 400 cells. That's really amazing!

The same method was used in other places. We went to Argentina, Brazil, Canada, the United States, and other places, raising cattle, chickens, geese, etc., and none of them had fewer than 10,000 animals.

Finally, they arrived at a mountain, home to 100,000 livestock and numerous wild animals—the perfect place for a sacrifice. However, the red-skinned demon was already somewhat weakened, having expended a great deal of energy.

"Could you please let me rest for a bit? I no longer have enough power to set up the summoning array!"

"Okay, you can eat as many of the animals on this mountain as you like. I'll give you one day. Tomorrow at this time, you'll make the final summoning. After that, we'll be even."

Whether you go to Japan, Spain, or Italy afterwards is none of my business.

"Alright, it's a deal!" The red-skinned devil flew into the mountains, and soon the screams of animals and his arrogant laughter rang out.

I originally planned to eat him too, but this little thing is very efficient. It killed hundreds of thousands of little bastards in five or six days. I felt it would be a pity to kill it. I'd better let it grow for a while longer!

The next day, a massive magic circle was completed, and all the plants and animals on the entire mountain were devoured of their life force. A gigantic figure, hundreds of meters tall, appeared.

It was completely red, looked similar to Murphy, and radiated violent heat. Lava seemed to flow from the gaps in its body, and its head was similar to Hellboy's, with horns that were over ten meters long.

Upon seeing this figure, the red-skinned demon immediately knelt down, crying out, "This is the Demon King's son! This is the Demon King's son!"

"Heh, spineless. No matter who he is, he'll become my food!"

The enormous demon, upon hearing Ding Haokun's words, pointed his steel fork at him, and a pillar of hellfire shot up from the ground, engulfing both the red-skinned demon and him.

"Boom!" The hellfire exploded, and Ding Haokun's entire body was enveloped in the Dragon Elephant Force Field. He soared into the sky, instantly reaching Mach 10, and punched the Demon King's son on the head!

With an explosion of energy and a scream, half of the Demon Child's head was smashed off. The steel fork in his hand was broken by a punch and swallowed up.

"Open the Eight Gates!" A blood-red aura appeared, and he unleashed thousands of punches at the Demon Child, shattering the mountaintop and sending lava flowing everywhere.

Before the Demon Child could rise, Ding Haokun flew high into the sky, holding the Colossus and continuously increasing its weight. His son also descended from the sky and crashed into the Demon Child in less than a second.

With a "crack," a huge fissure appeared in the ground, and the Demon Child was smashed in half at the waist, his lower body being swallowed up.

With another "plop," a gigantic heart, resembling a ruby, was ripped out by Ding Haokun and devoured. The enormous demon child continued to shrink until it reached the height of a human!

"So you call yourself the Son of Devil, huh? You said you'd come out, so why did you kill my henchmen? Did you want to die that badly?"

"My father is the Demon King of Hell. If you dare to touch me, he will descend to earth and kill you to avenge me!"

"Fine, I'll wait. I was originally going to give you a chance to live, but since you didn't cherish it, then I'm sorry, die!"

The black hole reappeared, swallowing the demon's child. Ding Haokun stood there, waiting for over an hour, but there wasn't a trace of the demon king, let alone anything else. He couldn't help but spit on the ground, "Damn it, you little trash!"

The number of cells has been activated to 6100. The Demon Child is indeed extraordinary. My time was not wasted. I feel great.

Back in Hong Kong, everything had reached a bottleneck. The entire Haotian Group was developing steadily. Ding Haokun spent his days either skipping word count or developing the Lost World, just like playing a sandbox game.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it was 1997. Ding Haokun was honored to be a participant in the ceremony. He thought he had become hard as stone, but he still couldn't help but shed tears.

At the end of 97, a major cleanup began. Because Ding Haokun had already gathered intelligence in advance, all the triads in Hong Kong were raided, and none of them escaped. They were all caught.

Haotian Plaza, built with substantial loans, is being constructed in first-, second-, and third-tier cities across Southeast University. Charitable foundations are also flourishing, helping over five million people escape poverty.

Finally, the system responded and added another title: Compassionate and Benevolent.

Arriving at the Heavenly Palace in the Lost World, he bathed, burned incense, and meditated for three days with a focused mind before beginning the ritual. He threw nine Holy Grails in succession and decisively clicked on the system lottery.

A golden light shone, and the system awarded gold again.

Two-world portal: Leads to an unknown world. The portal can be opened repeatedly, but the world will be locked!

Upon seeing the reward, Ding Haokun's eyes widened in disbelief. He was already invincible in Hong Kong; he estimated that even if the Demon King of Hell came to this world with his power suppressed, he wouldn't be able to defeat him.

Further advancement is impossible; the Dharma-ending Age has reached its limit. With the Gate to Two Realms, if he could reach a high-martial-arts world or a mythological world, he would have a bright future!

He tossed three more Holy Grails, took a deep breath, opened the portal between the two worlds, and stepped inside.

I opened my eyes and looked around. This was clearly not modern society. The people around me were dressed in rags and were huddled together, seemingly arguing.

"I'm asking you, have you ever had a husband who died?"

"Sister-in-law, I don't have a husband!"

"Did you ever have a dead husband?!"

"Believe me, I really don't have a husband!" Hearing their conversation, Ding Haokun's eyes lit up; he immediately knew what kind of world this was. He had seen this movie in the theater on the second day of the Lunar New Year!

"Wait!" The voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard it, even the Taoist priest who was still shouting stopped. The people around him automatically made way, allowing Ding Haokun to walk into the middle of the crowd.

"Who are you? Dressed in such strange clothes and so tall, are you an accomplice of a demon?" the Taoist priest asked, trying to incite the crowd with his bluster.

"Who I am is not important; what matters is that I can tell whether the Taoist priest is telling the truth or the beggar is telling the truth!"

Tang Sanzang pulled Ikkyu, who was in charge of the ceremony, and said, "Benefactor, I am not a beggar, I am Tang Xuanzang, an unordained disciple of Mahayana Buddhism!"

"That's not important. What's important is whether you want to know the truth!"

"Okay, tell me, how can we find out the truth?"

"They've taken the bait," Ding Haokun chuckled. "Simple, dig out their hearts. Just dig out their hearts and see if they're black or red, and you'll know if they've been lying."

"I think you're a monster. Even if you had your heart ripped out, you'd be dead. What does it matter if what you say is true or false?"

"Don't get excited, you won't die. I have a unique skill; even if you rip out my heart or all my internal organs, I still won't die. Come on, let's do it! Whoever's serious, hurry up and do it; those who are hesitant are just pretending!"