Why is his holy light red?

Back home, Mercury took out all his savings.

During this period, they kept stealing from each other, and the total amount involved was about 150,000.

This is definitely a huge sum of money. After all, even if they sold their house as a package, they might not be able to get 150,000. It should be more than enough to improve their lives.

You could move to a better community, get your sister a better school, or buy your mother a new car... but turning this huge sum of money into legitimate income is a difficult task.

After all, the Holy Light Angels cannot tolerate any imperfections.

"It's a pity I don't have a stock account. I could just buy some cryptocurrency, pretend to trade, and launder the money. Maybe I could find a tutorial online; perhaps someone would offer to help..."

Mercury pondered that if he could find netizens to help launder the money, that would be ideal. If he encountered someone who wanted to double-cross him, he wouldn't mind doing the double-cross again and making another profit. He could simply save up a little more before laundering the money.

However, before this beautiful vision could be realized, his door was suddenly pushed open.

Mercury was surprised; he hadn't heard anyone outside the door.

Looking up, I saw my father standing at the front door with a serious expression. He suppressed his anger and said, "Come down, we need to talk."

Mercury sighed. No wonder he didn't hear any footsteps. They flew right from home, no need to put on an act.

Although his father discovered his secret, Mercury was not too alarmed.

Whether in his past life or this life, he likes to make the worst-case scenario plan before doing anything.

Before embarking on this path of double-crossing, he had already considered how to deal with being discovered.

Now, it's just been brought forward a lot.

Mercury carefully put away his hard-earned savings and slowly walked downstairs.

Al sat solemnly on the sofa, waiting for Mercury's arrival. To his surprise, he was the only one there.

Mercury laughed and said, "I thought it was a double beating from both parents."

Al said angrily, "I have never hit you, nor has your mother."

Mercury shrugged and replied, "Yeah, why is that?"

The imposing man opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

He knew the answer very well, because his son was so worry-free; he had never caused his parents any trouble since he was a child.

How can someone be a genius who doesn't need their parents to change their diapers from the time they can walk?

From eating and drinking to going to school, Mercury was the kind of good child that all parents dream of. Even as he grew older, his parents didn't have to worry about housework, and he could even help take care of his younger sister.

This is a perfect child; no one can find any fault with him.

That's why he couldn't understand why Mercury would do such a thing.

Al was momentarily speechless at his son's question, and could only retort, "Where did you get all this money?!"

Mercury didn't hide anything and frankly said, "You know the gangs in the Root District, and what kind of businesses our neighbors are in. I'm just robbing the rich to help the poor."

Upon hearing his son's explanation, Elton's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but roar, "Are you crazy! Do you know how dangerous this is?!"

"Danger?" Mercury exclaimed in surprise, as if he had heard something absurd. "My dear father, we live in the Root District, and there's more than one corpse within three hundred meters of our house. And..."

A layer of red light appeared, leaving El stunned and speechless.

He never imagined that his son would awaken superpowers, and that he, as the father, hadn't even noticed. If he hadn't impulsively used his X-ray vision to examine Mercury tonight, he didn't know how long it would have taken him to discover this secret.

When did you awaken your abilities?

"I've had my abilities awakened for a long time, and you haven't paid attention to me for far too long."

"How could I not care about you? You're my son!"

Al was quite excited; what he feared most was his family's misunderstanding.

But Mercury simply said calmly, "Perhaps your heart cares, but you clearly don't have enough time. You're a reporter during the day, taking photos for that angel of light, and then you have to work as a designated driver at night... I'll just consider that a designated driver for now. You spend far too little time at home."

Mercury took a deep breath and continued, "I'm not trying to interrogate you, but I've noticed something over the past few years. Father, you're always working overtime, whether it's on holidays or at night. Your working hours are several times longer than Mother's. Yet, our family's main source of income comes from Mother's wages from three jobs."

"It's not that I'm complaining about the amount of work you do for the low pay, but I'm thinking, could you perhaps find another job? The pay might be the same, but at least you could spend more time at home and help with housework. I'm going to high school soon, and once I move to the dorms, will your salary be enough to hire a full-time housekeeper?"

After a long silence, El spoke again: "Is this why you committed crimes?"

Mercury nodded very seriously and said, "Lack of money is always the biggest reason for crime. I don't want to see rotting corpses on the roadside every day when I go out, I don't want my sister to be awakened by the gunshots at night, and I don't want my mother to spend two hours commuting to work every day."

"And money can solve these problems."

Mercury was quite frank: regardless of whether this behavior was called chivalry or Robin Hood-style redistribution, it was ultimately just black-on-black, stealing or robbing wealth from others.

The truth is, they're short of money and want to find shortcuts to make money.

There's nothing wrong with admitting it.

Al seemed to think for a long time before saying to Mercury, "Don't worry about the money."

Mercury was not disappointed at all; on the contrary, his eyes lit up.

Could it be that... Father has finally come to his senses and is ready to lower his moral standards a little bit?

That's right!

The 50 million from Yong Sheng Technology is still ready to be cashed out, enough for their family to buy a big villa in the canopy area. How comfortable it would be to live the life of a rich second generation!

But Mercury never expected that his father's next words would be: "I'll be doing an extra part-time job tonight."

Mercury: ...

It seems that this angel of holy light will not change until his family is destroyed.

Mercury, disheartened, threw the tens of thousands of dollars in cash onto the table and said to his father, "Whatever."

After saying this, Mercury turned around and walked towards his room.

"Wait a minute!"

Al stopped Mercury and pressed him, "Promise me you won't do anything so dangerous again. No matter your reasons, it's a crime."

Mercury turned to his father and said very seriously, "I can't agree to that. I want a wealthy and comfortable life, not a life of poverty. And I have the ability to achieve my goal. Do you think I would give up?"

"I'm not discussing this with you," Al said angrily.

He never imagined that his most obedient and well-behaved eldest son would oppose him to his face, especially on such a major life-altering matter.

However, Mercury firmly replied, "I'm not consulting you, Father."

The tension between father and son was palpable; the air seemed to freeze.

Al wanted to use his fatherly authority to force his son to obey, but Mercury's behavior gave Al a strange feeling; his son seemed more mature than him.

What fifteen-year-old boy, when arguing with his father, doesn't make a scene but instead calmly reason with him?

Just then, Al's phone rang.

He didn't want to take it at first, but when he picked it up and looked at it, his expression immediately changed.

"We'll talk about this later!"

Al left those words behind and then hurriedly left the house.

The instant the door closed, Mercury heard an extremely faint whooshing sound. Clearly, his father was busy saving the world again.

Mercury shook his head helplessly. That's what superheroes are like; they're always so busy.