I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 568 - 419 solved

"Alright!" Shen Tianbing nodded and picked up the walkie-talkie. "Move out!"

As soon as he gave the order—BANG! BANG! BANG!—gunshots erupted from the second floor of the teahouse.

"Take care of him," Shen Tianbing said into the device, but just as he finished, he suddenly heard a second volley of gunfire from upstairs.

He and Shen Jingfeng exchanged a glance, their brows furrowing in unison. They both sensed that something was wrong.

In the next second—BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!—an onslaught of gunfire erupted from within the teahouse.

"What’s going on?" the two men asked, staring at each other again with disbelief spreading across their faces. An ordinary person should have gone down with a single shot. Why were there still gunshots ringing out from the teahouse, with no sign of stopping?

Several seconds passed before the gunfire gradually died away.

"What’s happening up there? Why were so many shots fired?" Shen Tianbing bellowed into the walkie-talkie, but only silence answered.

He and Shen Jingfeng exchanged another look and quickly got out of the van. From the outside, the teahouse showed no change. They could only occasionally spot a few bullet holes on the second floor, but no sound or movement came from within.

"Something’s not right," Shen Jingfeng said into his walkie-talkie, his brow deeply furrowed. He felt that this was more complicated than it seemed. "Twenty men, go inside. Take your gear."

Shen Tianbing also felt extremely uneasy, his heart inexplicably beginning to race.

"Yes, sir!"

"Okay, Boss."

The voices on the walkie-talkie went silent. More than a dozen men got out of the surrounding vehicles and advanced toward the teahouse. The remaining men also exited their cars, watching the teahouse from a distance.

But Shen Tianbing’s anxiety only grew stronger. There were only a few of our men inside before. If the target was a well-trained special Protector, it’s possible he could have taken them all out. But Xia Liang just looks like an ordinary person with no ability to fight back. He doesn’t look trained at all. How could he possibly handle several burly men in that environment?

There was definitely something strange going on. As he watched, the twenty men slowly entered the teahouse.

The first floor was empty. It seemed everyone else must have gone upstairs. But why was the second floor so quiet? Could they all really be... dealt with?

"Stay close to me!" the leader whispered, slowly guiding the others up the stairs.

When they reached the second floor, everyone froze. An impossible scene unfolded before their eyes. The men who were supposed to be in the teahouse were now all lying on the floor.

As for their target, Xia Liang, he was still smiling faintly, sitting in the middle of the hall. He had even started brewing tea for himself. He was pouring steaming water into a cup as a gentle breeze drifted in from the window, making him seem all the more ethereal, almost like an immortal.

"You’re here?" he asked with a faint smile. He picked up the teacup, but upon finding it too hot to drink, he placed it back on the table.

The other men exchanged glances. No one replied. Though fear was evident in their eyes, they quickly steeled themselves. The moment their leader made a move, everyone opened fire, swarming toward Xia Liang in droves.

Yet he seemed completely unfazed, simply watching them with a calm expression. He then picked up his teacup and stood up, and it was only then that the others realized they hadn’t even managed to touch his clothes. The tea in Xia Liang’s hand didn’t even ripple.

Bullets flew past him, the closest coming within centimeters and stirring the fabric of his sleeve, but none ever hit him. When they tried to aim more carefully, desperate not to miss, their guns jammed. If they didn’t, their bullets would inexplicably veer off target. No matter what they did, they were unable to harm Xia Liang in the slightest.

CLICK.

The leader’s rifle was the first to run out of ammunition, while the others around him kept firing. But as he looked at Xia Liang, his eyes were now filled with terror. His legs felt as if they were filled with lead, and he suddenly dropped to his knees, his entire body shaking uncontrollably.

The others wore similar expressions of horror. Though they were still desperately firing at Xia Liang, the fear in their eyes twisted their faces into grotesque masks. When Xia Liang got too close, their stray bullets finally started hitting their own comrades, and bodies began to fall one after another.

Most, however, simply slumped to the ground after running out of ammunition, staring lifelessly at Xia Liang.

Holding his teacup, Xia Liang slowly walked over to the leader. With a mere thought, he opened the man’s fate trajectory and found the names of everyone else involved. Then, Xia Liang began altering the fates of nearly everyone, including those who were still outside the teahouse.

He carried his tea and descended the stairs, one step at a time. Behind him, the remaining men fell to the floor, their condition unknown.

「At a distance」

The cacophony of gunfire finally ceased, but Shen Jingfeng and his son’s expressions showed no sign of relaxation. In fact, their faces were beginning to turn pale. The shooting had gone on for far too long; it was impossible. At that rate, they would have used up all their ammunition. They didn’t need that many bullets to deal with one person, especially when the men who went up were armed with three rifles! That kind of firepower was equivalent to two squads. Why was it so difficult to take out one man? A single volley should have torn an ordinary person to pieces!

What on earth happened? Shen Tianbing slowly picked up the walkie-talkie again. "What’s the situation up there? Why is it taking so long?"

HISS!

Besides static, there was no response. He asked twice more and got the same result. No one answered.

At that moment, he had the sinking feeling they had messed with someone they shouldn’t have. He waved his hand, picked up a nearby rifle, and loaded it. Shen Jingfeng did the same. The remaining fifty men who hadn’t gone inside all raised their weapons, aiming at the first floor of the teahouse. Shen Jingfeng made a hand signal, and his men set up an ambush along the path leading to their position.

A few moments later, there was finally movement. A slender figure slowly walked out of the teahouse, still holding a cup of tea from which a wisp of steam curled upwards.

"This tea is quite good. Where did you buy it?" Xia Liang asked with a smile, looking at the distant father and son as he gestured with the cup.

But the two paid him no mind. Filled with a mixture of confusion and fear, Shen Jingfeng roared, "Fire!"

BANG! BANG!

A hail of bullets erupted once again, even more ferocious than before. Outside the teahouse, over fifty men with various firearms fired madly at Xia Liang. The teahouse behind him began to collapse under the barrage, but not a single bullet struck him.

Time ticked by. The only sound was the incessant gunfire. Noticing that some of the men’s positions were slightly off, Xia Liang readjusted their fate trajectories and then glanced at the time.

"This tea really is excellent," he remarked. After a few seconds, seeing that the time was right, Xia Liang took a sip and stepped forward.

THUD!

As he took his second step, the four thugs closest to him instantly collapsed, unconscious.

He took another step, and three thugs hiding behind cars on either side of the road fell senseless to the ground.

"Impossible! What in God’s name are you?" Shen Tianbing screamed, reloading his magazine and firing frantically at Xia Liang.

Beside him, Shen Jingfeng had slowly lowered his gun. He watched the approaching figure with vacant eyes, overcome with a fear so immense that he no longer had the courage to even hold his weapon. All he could do was watch as Xia Liang drew nearer.

Step by step.

Whenever Xia Liang walked past the thugs lining the road, they would simply crumple to the ground. There was no reason, no cause—just their unconscious bodies hitting the pavement.

THUD! THUD!

Everywhere Xia Liang passed, people on both sides of his path collapsed.

A few moments later, Xia Liang stopped in front of Shen Jingfeng and his son. Behind him, fifty unconscious bodies lay scattered across the ground.

"What kind of monster did you provoke?" Shen Jingfeng muttered to his son. Gripped by unimaginable terror, he slowly raised the barrel of his gun to his mouth. In his eyes, the smiling man who stood before him was no man at all, but a demon whose every footstep reaped a harvest of souls. He had never believed in ghosts or gods, but now, he was staring one in the face.

BANG!

Xia Liang did not stop him. Shen Jingfeng pulled the trigger and ended his own life. After all, if they were captured, the result would have been just as bloody.

Next, Xia Liang turned his gaze to Shen Tianbing. "Do you remember what I first told you this morning?" he asked slowly. "’Be merciful when you can.’ If you had just let that waiter go back then, none of this would have happened."

Taking another sip of tea, Xia Liang smiled. He wasn’t wrong. If Shen Tianbing hadn’t attacked the waiter, Xia Liang would never have looked into his affairs, and this entire mess could have been avoided.

"What... what are you?" Shen Tianbing murmured, his legs giving out as he crumpled to his knees.

Xia Liang chuckled. "Didn’t I tell you? I’m just a fortune-teller."

"No! Impossible! I don’t want to die!" Shen Tianbing muttered. His extreme fear twisted into rage, and he staggered back to his feet, making a desperate run for the nearest van. He was actually trying to escape.

Xia Liang had foreseen this. He simply snapped his fingers.

SNAP!

Before he could reach the van, Shen Tianbing’s legs gave out, and he fell to the ground. As he lost consciousness, he struggled to turn his head for one last look at Xia Liang, wondering how any of this was possible. It was completely unscientific.

After finishing his tea, Xia Liang walked leisurely toward his car and made a call.

「Meanwhile」

In a conference room at the Jinling Security Bureau.

"We’ve received a tip. The father and son duo, the Shens, may have appeared in Jinling. I want everyone on high alert. Search your jurisdictions thoroughly!"

"Yes, Director!"

Just as the director finished speaking, a phone rang in the conference room. Someone answered it.

"No. 5 Suburban District, Jinshui Road."

After saying this, Xia Liang hung up. He glanced back at the large group of people lying on the ground. He had only altered their fates to make them fall unconscious; he hadn’t killed them. He had no desire to dirty his hands by killing so many people at once. Besides, when the Security Bureau arrived, few of them would survive the consequences anyway.

With everything settled, Xia Liang drove his LaFerrari toward Jinling City Center and dialed Chu Lingmu’s number.

"Master Xia, I thought you’d forgotten about today. Why are you only calling me now?"

"Ran into a little trouble. It was nothing important."

"Little trouble? I’m Xue’er’s best friend, you know. I’m supposed to be supervising you, so don’t you go having *too* much fun."

"With you watching me? Aren’t you afraid of the fox guarding the henhouse? Alright, where are you? I’ll come pick you up."

「One hour later」

Several police cars sped toward Jinshui Road in the No. 5 Suburban District, attracting quite a bit of attention along the way.