Chapter 23: Robbing the Rich to Help the Poor

  "Hey Zhao Yang, you were really bad earlier, actually mugging all those people, haha, I'm dying of laughter..."

  Lin Xueqi covered her mouth and couldn't help but smile secretly.

  Zhao Yang shrugged and chuckled, "This is what they get for looking for trouble with me. If I let them off that easily, wouldn't that be too cheap?"

  In fact, Zhao Yang's robbery of those thugs was not a temporary idea, but a habitual behavior. Think back to the time in 'Diyuan Xianlu', killing people and snatching treasures was simply a matter of course. The struggle among cultivators can be said to be extremely dangerous, and it is often a matter of life and death, and killing people and snatching treasures are as common as meals.

  Zhao Yang had spent over 500 years of cultivation in the "Diyuan Xianlu", and his experience of killing people and snatching treasures was unparalleled. Just now, he had flipped those thugs over and simply followed his usual style in "Diyuan Xianlu" to rob them clean.

  Moreover, Zhao Yang happened to be short of money at that time. These thugs came to his door by themselves, and he wouldn't let them go for nothing!

  "Hehe, you're really too cunning! Those thugs are in big trouble!" Lin Xueqi laughed.

  "Just one look and I knew those guys' wealth must have come from illicit means. This is also a way of 'robbing the rich to help the poor'."

  "Give up the ghost, it's all over for you."

  "I'm not living in poverty now, am I? Helping myself is just like helping the poor!"

  "Absurd!"

  "Whatever it is, whether it's a twisted argument or a sound one, it's all just an excuse, haha..."

  Lin Xueqi rolled her eyes.

  "Right, you're not actually the legendary martial arts master who has practiced internal skills or something?" Lin Xueqi looked at Zhao Yang with a curious expression.

  Just thinking about how Zhao Yang just saw it with his own eyes, and with a few strokes, like kneading dough, he twisted that genuine steel pipe into a ball, my heart still can't help but feel shocked and unbelievable.

  Zhao Yang shrugged and said, "I suppose so."

  "What's the point of being ambiguous, is it or isn't it? Lin Xueqi curled her lip and couldn't help but ask curiously: "By the way, Zhao Yang, are there still any Jianghu Wulin things now? You're not a disciple of some Wudang Shaolin sect, are you?"

  "Hmm... actually I don't know if there's still such a thing as the Jianghu Wulin, but those schools and sects might still exist."

  Zhao's eyes involuntarily flashed back to the ponytailed girl he met by the lake in the park, and it seemed that she should be a successor of some sect or martial arts family.

  "What's with the 'maybe should'. Aren't you a disciple of some sect? Then where did your kung fu come from?" Lin Xueqi said.

  "This issue is hard to put into words."

  "Then take your time, I have all the time in the world to listen."

  "Uh... let's talk about this later if we have a chance."

  Joking, Zhao Yang certainly couldn't tell Lin Xueqi the truth, of course he had to lie, and it seemed that he wasn't too willing either, so he just brushed it off like this.

  Lin Xueqi glanced at Zhao Yang, knowing that this guy didn't want to tell her. Although she was annoyed in her heart, she also knew it was his personal secret and wasn't convenient to force him. She couldn't help but mutter two sentences under her breath: "Hmph, if you don't want to say, then don't say. I'm not even interested in listening anyway!"

  After finishing speaking, Lin Xueqi couldn't help but pout her mouth and gave Zhao Yang a sideways glance before quickening her pace to walk ahead with an air of pretended indifference.

  Zhao Yang rubbed his nose and smiled, not taking it to heart. He knew that Lin Xueqi was just a little dissatisfied in her heart and was throwing a small tantrum, but she wasn't really angry.

  On the other side, the hoodlums in the alley saw that Zhao Yang had really left and didn't come back, and they couldn't help but wipe away the cold sweat on their foreheads.

  The leader of the black tigers hastily shouted: "Gather your things and get out of here quickly!"

  "Damn it, this time Zhang Liang that son of a bitch has been screwed to death. Wait till he wakes up and we'll settle the score with him properly. What kind of person is he, actually going to provoke someone who can twist steel pipes with his bare hands like they're dough? Luckily that guy isn't ruthless, or else we'd all be dead without even knowing how..."

  Hei Hu cursed loudly. He glanced at Zhang Liang, who was lying on the ground unconscious and motionless like a dead pig, and couldn't help but kick him with one foot.

  These thugs are 'professional' after all, cleaning up the battlefield is incredibly swift. Of course, it's also possible that they're afraid Zhao Yang will come back again, so their movements are especially quick, taking less than a minute, and the steel pipes and whatnot on the ground have already been picked up.

  "Get two people to carry Zhang Liang this son of a bitch away, then withdraw!"

  Hei Hu shouted and led his men in a swift withdrawal from the alley...

  Back home with Lin Xueqi, he checked the time and found that it was already 7:30 due to being delayed by Hei Hu's men. Zhao Yang didn't have time to sort out the 'spoils of war' from earlier, so he casually threw the half-full shopping bag into the living room and hurriedly took the ingredients he bought into the kitchen to cook dinner.

  "Hey, do you want me to help out a bit?" On the way back, Lin Xueqi's slight dissatisfaction earlier had already dissipated. She stood at the kitchen door, watching Zhao Yang busily working inside.

  "Oh, okay, you help me wash these vegetables." Zhao Yang raised his head and said.

  "Hmm." Lin Xueqi responded with a murmur and walked over to pick up the dishes on the stove and put them in the sink for washing.

  The two of them were busy until eight o'clock in the evening before they could eat. Both Zhao Yang and Lin Xueqi were very hungry, so they wolfed down their food together, finishing off several dishes completely.

  "Hmm, I'm finally full, hehe..." Lin Xueqi said with a satisfied expression, rubbing her round little belly.

  "Now that we've eaten our fill, let's hurry up and clear the table."

  "What's the hurry. You've just eaten your fill, can't you rest for a bit first?" Lin Xueqi said with a wrinkled nose.

  "Suit yourself, anyway the remaining task is handed over to you. I've got to carefully count tonight's gains, heh heh..."

  Zhao Yang smiled complacently and walked to the living room sofa, sat down, and poured out all the money and goods looted from those thugs from the shopping bag, ready to count them.

  Lin Xueqi felt a little itchy at heart when she saw them, although she still didn't think much of those things that were probably worth less than 100,000 yuan in total. However, the spoils of war obtained through robbery and the money in her own bank card were naturally quite different in feeling.

  She didn't care about the mess on the dinner table anymore, and suddenly jumped onto the living room sofa, sitting down beside Zhao Yang. With a sly look in her eyes, she said: "Hey, let's split it 50/50! You've made a fortune today, you should at least give me some benefits."

  "Not allowed!"

  Zhao said without raising his head.

  "You've earned such a large sum of money and yet you're not willing to share some benefits with others, humph, you're so stingy!" Lin Xueqi puffed out her cheeks in anger and made a face at Zhao Yang.

  Zhao Yang rolled his eyes and said, "You've already called me a petty ghost, why are you still trying to get benefits from me?"

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