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I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 623 - 447: Terrifying as Such
The number of lives he had taken was in the dozens, perhaps even over a hundred.
Within the Bureau of Protectors, a single phrase was used to describe Fang Liwen.
If gods, demons, ghosts, or Buddhas dared to block Fang Liwen’s path to wealth, he would slaughter even them. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
This Mass Burial Mound was also a site of interest for Fang Liwen and his men. If they spotted someone coming to the Mass Burial Mound alone, they would act immediately, kidnapping or robbing them on sight. And because the Mass Burial Mound was so far from the nearest Bureau of Protectors, they were long gone and virtually uncatchable by the time any Protectors arrived.
But it was precisely because the Mass Burial Mound was so desolate that mostly ordinary people came here. They would usually just rob them since the victims didn’t have much money. As a result, they only ever left two men to watch the place.
However, this was the first time they had ever seen someone drive a three-hundred-Yuan sports car to the Mass Burial Mound.
Fang Liwen didn’t want to let Xia Liang go because it had been several days since his last score.
But what he didn’t know was that before they even laid eyes on Xia Liang, Xia Liang had already figured out what color underwear he was wearing that day.
With a small smile, Xia Liang murmured to himself, Originally, these people had nothing to do with me. But since they insist on courting death, I might as well resolve this on behalf of the Xiangjiang Protectors.
He slowly raised his hand and gave it a couple of swings. All at once, the dozens of corpses surrounding him slumped to the ground.
At the same time, Fang Liwen’s figure appeared at the edge of Xia Liang’s vision.
"I wonder what that kid is doing at the Mass Burial Mound so late at night," one of the two men beside Fang Liwen said, looking at Xia Liang in the distance.
Fang Liwen frowned. The sight of the sports car in the parking lot had excited him so much that he hadn’t considered this question. But now that he had calmed down, something felt off. It was already past ten at night. Why would a rich person driving a thirty-Yuan sports car come to this Mass Burial Mound?
Even if he had relatives in the Mass Burial Mound, he should have come during the day. Why come at night? Could it be... to see ghosts?
The others at his side suddenly had the same thought. Instantly, they felt as if countless eyes were watching them, and many of them shivered.
"This kid, coming here so late... he can’t really be here to see ghosts, can he? Or maybe he’s a ghost himself."
"Shut your mouth!" Fang Liwen snapped, slapping the man beside him. "If he’s a man, he’ll become a ghost for me today. If he’s a ghost, This Master still wants his car! We’ll find out why he came to the Mass Burial Mound so late once we catch him."
Seeing Fang Liwen’s anger, the other man beside him quickly tried to lighten the mood with a joke.
"I think the kid’s just lonely and came looking for a female ghost."
This indeed drew a few laughs, and another man quickly joined in.
"I bet he’s a necromancer, here for the corpses. Maybe he can even make them obey his commands."
Laughter erupted once again. After all, what the man suggested was utterly impossible.
After a couple of jokes, the atmosphere was less tense, and it felt as if the chilling temperature had risen a few degrees.
Meanwhile, Fang Liwen took out his phone and dialed his subordinate on the other side of the Mass Burial Mound.
"What’s the situation on your end?"
"Boss, we’ve got him surrounded. The brothers are all in position. The kid can’t escape."
"Good!" Fang Liwen roared. "Then let’s move in. No more hiding."
With that, he stood up and started walking slowly toward Xia Liang. Around them, his subordinates began to emerge from the shadows.
Watching the figures appear one after another, Xia Liang’s lips curved into a smirk. He chuckled softly, then casually leaned against a tombstone, waiting for the crowd to draw near.
A few dozen seconds later, Fang Liwen and his men closed in on Xia Liang’s position in the center.
Before they even arrived, a voice roared out.
"Kid, this is a stick-up!"
Hearing the distant cry, Xia Liang showed no reaction. He didn’t even turn his head, his gaze remaining calmly fixed on the tombstone before him.
Fang Liwen was taken aback when Xia Liang ignored him. Dozens of his brothers surrounded this kid, every one of them a killer exuding murderous intent—not to mention Fang Liwen himself. An ordinary person’s legs would give out just from hearing his roar. What’s more, they were in the inherently sinister Mass Burial Mound, and he had just announced a robbery.
It was inconceivable that anyone could remain calm under these circumstances, so why hadn’t this kid even turned his head? It was as if he had known they were coming all along.
Recalling his subordinate’s words—what if the kid was a ghost?—Fang Liwen couldn’t help but shiver as if a cold wind had just blown past.
At that moment, he noticed a bracelet on Xia Liang’s wrist. As someone who was always interested in such things, Fang Liwen could tell at a glance that it was no ordinary trinket; its price had to be at least several tens of Yuan.
Although he was confused about why Xia Liang was at the Mass Burial Mound in the middle of the night, the lure of money made him cast all other thoughts aside.







