Exploding God

Ok?

Qian Duochao looked at Lu Ze and said sarcastically, "You should take this bag of snacks back to your parents."

Lu Ze didn't take it to heart, smiling and extending his hand in a gesture of encouragement.

--please.

He made that meaning very clear.

Director Qian narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, and grabbed the rope with one hand and pulled it up.

Boo!

A sound like tearing silk.

The kraft paper was torn open, revealing 20 bundles of brand-new banknotes, still smelling of ink, while the arm that had been hanging there remained suspended in mid-air.

This feeling is like suddenly presenting dried fish to a hungry cat, arousing its pent-up appetite.

Qian Duochao's pupils contracted, and he finally looked up to face the boy in front of him, a smile appearing on his face for the first time.

"Great!" came a loud and clear praise.

"Truly a young prodigy!"

"With this 20 yuan deposit, and the remaining 80 yuan to be prepared, the waiting time is about 13 months."

"I'll give you a receipt. Go to the first floor to pay the fee. Let's go."

Director Qian's words carried a hint of warmth, as if the previous indifference had never existed.

"Huh? What's with that expression? Why are you still standing there?"

"No, I think you've misunderstood, Director Qian." Lu Ze spread his arms and smiled as he spoke, "This deposit isn't for the hospital, but for you personally."

"Hiss!~~~"

After taking a deep breath, Qian Duochao braced himself on the table and stood up abruptly.

"What did you say?!"

Sunlight streamed through the window frame, illuminating the desk and casting a divine glow on Lu Ze's slightly childish face.

In Qian Duochao's eyes, this young man now exudes an alluring glow, like that of the God of Wealth!

"Just as you expected." Lu Ze gently spread his hands forward, his smile elegant and appropriate.

"—Two months!!"

A director suddenly roared, causing ripples to spread in the teacup.

"No, I'll use my privileges; the maximum period is... 45 days!"

At this moment, Director Qian's eyes held the resolute determination of a patriot who would risk everything for his beliefs.

"But, young man... by the way, what should I call you, brother?"

"Lu Ze".

"Brother Lu, this is truly my fastest speed."

Lu Ze nodded and said calmly, "Then could you guarantee that the full payment will be made in 45 days?"

"Of course, no problem! Let's exchange contact information first, and I'll notify you as soon as the goods arrive." Director Qian spoke as if he were one of their own, and deliberately whispered, "Brother Lu, you'd better hurry, after all, this kind of goods are always in short supply."

"Okay." After the bracelets clashed, Lu Ze took a step back and said softly, "Then I won't bother Director Qian any longer. Please stay."

After saying that, Lu Ze turned and left, his decisiveness contrasting sharply with the 20 bundles of cash left on the table.

Just as Lu Ze was about to leave the office, Director Qian finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Aren't you afraid I'll deny it?"

Lu Ze paused, his hand hovering over the doorknob, a slight smile playing on his lips, before opening the door and walking out.

Inside the office, only the boy's soft whisper echoed in their ears.

"You won't."

Extremely calm and natural.

The broad smile on Qian Duochao's face quickly disappeared, and he stared at the direction Lu Ze had left in for a long time without blinking.

From beginning to end, the pressure Lu Ze put on him was...

Immense.

"This is fucking weird! How could I, Gan Duochao, be afraid of a high school student? Are you kidding me!"

"Never mind, after all, I, Qian, am a man of my word."

The wonderful idea that had just popped into his head quickly disappeared. Qian Duochao raised his wrist and dialed a string of numbers on the projector.

A deep voice echoed in the office.

"Feed".

"I am Qian Duochao from the Medical Center of the Shangnan City Combat Association, ID S7745. I am requesting access to Level A expert privileges..."

……

……

As Lu Ze walked out of the hospital, he was still the same carefree and sunny man with his hands in his pockets, unchanged from when he entered the Zhanxie Hospital.

The 20 yuan he obtained in a life-or-death situation was handed over and given away without a second thought, as if it were just a few pieces of waste paper.

There's really nothing to feel bad about. Money is only useful if it's spent wisely; otherwise, it's just worthless paper in your hands.

Raise your wrist, 16:40.

"It's time for A-Ming to get out of school."

After muttering something to himself, Lu Ze walked gently toward Tingluo District No. 3 Junior High School.

……

Three kilometers from the Shangnan War Medical Center, the school bell rang promptly at 17:00 PM at Tingluo No. 3 Junior High School, instantly filling the once quiet campus with laughter and joy.

Boarding students, their stomachs rumbling with hunger, rushed toward the cafeteria, while energetic boys headed for the basketball court, soccer field, and martial arts academy. Young girls, in the bloom of youth, strolled in and out of the campus, chatting and laughing.

However, don't be fooled by appearances from afar.

After all, this is a school in the Tin Lo district, and even more so, a school located in the reddish-brown area.

So, there's no need to be surprised at all when you see guys wearing jackets with brightly colored hair, riding modified motorcycles, and carrying two-foot machetes on their waists.

One second they were girls in school uniforms with innocent faces, the next they took off their coats, revealing tattooed arms and transformed into delinquent girls, each hugging their boyfriends and glaring at each other defiantly.

This is the reddish-brown area of ​​Liberty City, a place rife with violence and crime, more like a jungle than a jungle itself, cold and where the strong prey on the weak.

Amid the bustling crowd, a thin boy in a blue school uniform limped toward the gate, leaning on a cane. The sleeves and collar of his uniform were slightly faded from washing, and the oversized uniform swayed with his body, making him look somewhat comical and easily lost in the crowd.

Even from a distance, all you can see is the heavy backpack on his back, which looks so conspicuous, like a tortoise shell.

The thin boy walked cautiously along the edge with his head down, trying to avoid everyone as much as possible. For the past two years, he had become accustomed to enduring the ridicule and sarcasm of those around him.

Even when others bump into him, he will whisper an apology to avoid causing unnecessary conflict and worrying his family.

The thin boy, moving cautiously forward like a fallen leaf in a turbulent current, struggled and persevered, so he did not notice the cold, sharp gaze directed at him from behind.

"Zhidao, I saw that cripple."

In front of the artificial hill, a boy with a skull pendant around his neck pointed ahead and spoke sarcastically. To his right, two other people were smoking without restraint. Their faces, which should have been full of sunshine and youth, were only filled with indifference.

"Walk."

The tall boy in the middle sneered, threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and crushed it, then picked up his backpack and cut straight into the crowd.

"Get out of here."

A tall boy with an earring was suddenly bumped aside, a sharp pain shooting through his waist from an elbow strike. His eyes flashed with malice as he turned to yell, "Who the hell... Brother Lin?"

The tall boy froze, his fury frozen on his face, unsure of what to do.

Lin Zhidao, who was already 180 cm tall at the age of 15, didn't even look at the tall, thin boy he pushed aside. He simply stretched out his right hand, pressed it against the boy's face, and casually pushed him away.

"roll."

The tall boy was pushed out in an extremely humiliating manner, staggering as he was filled with anger but dared not utter a sound, only bowing and nodding repeatedly in apology.

What a joke! This is Lin Zhidao, the school bully of Class 7, Grade 9, and the second son of the Lin Group in Heishui Street, Tingluo District.

thump.

thump.

With the rhythmic tapping of his cane on the ground, Lu Ming limped out of the school gate and was walking along the wall toward the roadside.

Suddenly, he heard several rapidly approaching voices beside him, and Lu Ming instinctively tried to turn his turn and move aside to make way.

However, a foot kicked his crutch under his armpit with even greater speed.

Snapped!

The crutches flew off, and Lu Ming fell heavily to the ground, his palm scraping a bright red stain.

"Huh? It's Cripple Lu."

A gasp of surprise, so obviously fake it couldn't be more real, rang out.

Lu Ming turned around with a heavy heart and saw three mocking faces looking at him.