Hearing this, Lin Yu didn't press the matter any further.
Because Lin Yu felt the man in front of him was lying.
What he said defied logic.
If he really had other ways to make big money.
He absolutely wouldn't waste his time on these odd jobs that were both time-consuming and paid next to nothing.
Just like how Bill Gates wouldn't spend his free time picking up empty cans on the street.
Lin Yu stopped talking.
He fell silent.
Drinking his drink in moody, consecutive gulps.
The story the man told actually had quite a few flaws as well.
The problem wasn't how magical or unbelievable the story was.
Logically, his story actually made sense.
But the issue was.
He knew too much detail.
It was as if he were standing from an omniscient, god-like perspective.
Able to clearly see the actions and thoughts of every person in the story.
This was highly unreasonable.
Just like how a person standing in one spot can't possibly see all four sides of a wall at a single glance.
Therefore, Lin Yu believed the man's story was also highly questionable.
But...
...
Lin Yu quickly finished that small glass of cocktail.
A profound sense of bewilderment showed in his eyes.
Like a thick fog that refused to dissipate.
Lin Yu realized that he seemed to have lost something.
"How much of a price are you willing to pay for the justice in your heart?"
The man's calm voice seemed to still echo in his ears.
This sentence was like a hook, dragging up many memories that Lin Yu had long tossed into a corner.
Lin Yu thought that if this question had been asked four years ago.
Right when he had just transmigrated, or perhaps before he even transmigrated.
Lin Yu figured the him back then would have definitely resonated with this sentence, feeling his blood boil with passion for quite a while.
Because back then, he too had a sense of justice in his heart.
A justice he was willing to sacrifice a lot for.
When that young, even somewhat naive Lin Yu heard this question.
He would have surely thrown out some fierce and heroic words.
Looking as majestic as a chivalrous swordsman about to raid an execution ground.
Yeah.
Where did that Lin Yu go—the one whose blood would boil at these words, the one who would risk everything?
Why can't I find him anymore?
Lin Yu's gaze was empty.
He stared at the bar counter made of amber glass beneath his empty glass.
Looking at the reflection on the glass of that guy with a face full of confusion and shock.
After a long time.
The corners of his mouth twitched.
Revealing a bitter and astringent smile.
As if he had bitten into a rotten fresh nut.
So bitter that even his tears were about to fall.
"Another glass."
Lin Yu kept his head down and pushed his glass toward the bartender in front of him, saying:
"Give me something stronger this time."
"The stronger the kick, the better."
In a short while.
The glass, refilled with liquor, was pushed back to him.
Lin Yu picked up the glass, tilted his head back, and heroically downed the liquid in one gulp.
Holy shit!
What is this stuff?
Why is it so spicy?
The liquor slid down his throat, but the burning spiciness shot straight up his nasal cavity and into his eyes.
It burned so much that Lin Yu started to wonder if he had just swallowed a whole tube of horseradish.
The alcohol hit the spot.
Naturally, it started going to Lin Yu's head.
Taking his wallet out of his jacket pocket, Lin Yu pulled out the card that, in his memory, held the least amount of money. He slapped the card onto the bar counter, slid it toward the man behind the bar, and said:
"I can no longer pay anything for the justice in my heart."
"But fortunately, money isn't a price that means anything to me at all."
"Take this card and go."
"The PIN is six threes."
"As for how much money is in the card, I don't know either."
"But it will definitely be enough for you to use."
"If what you said is true."
"Consider this money as me footing the bill for the justice in your heart."
"If it's fake."
"Then this is your tip for telling me a story."
With that said.
Lin Yu stood up.
"Cough, cough!"
Lin Yu covered his mouth, unable to hold back a couple of coughs.
Damn it.
What the hell did this guy pour for me?
It couldn't be industrial alcohol, right?
It's so freaking spicy!
After throwing out a huge sum of money of unknown amount, Lin Yu left in a very dashing manner.
Yeah.
If he had earned this money himself.
It would have been even more dashing.
However, Lin Yu had always been thick-skinned.
When it came to living off a woman and squandering his wife's money to show off.
Lin Yu felt zero psychological burden.
He was even quite proud of it.
Damn it!
What's there to be ashamed of in spending your own wife's money?
Those who are jealous of me, it's just because your wives don't have money!
Leaving the bar, Lin Yu hailed a taxi on the side of the road and chose to head straight home.
After returning to the villa.
Lin Yu deliberately lightened his footsteps.
Even though the villa was large and the soundproofing was excellent—Lin Yu could tap dance in the first-floor living room and Su Yuyao in the third-floor master bedroom wouldn't hear a thing—
But Lin Yu still habitually walked softly.
Everyone is like this toward the people they care about.
Careful and cautious.
Lin Yu didn't go straight upstairs; instead, he first visited Little Darling's hospital room.
In front of Little Darling's room, two medical assistants were standing guard.
Seeing Lin Yu, the two hurriedly stood up from their chairs and greeted him one after another:
"Brother Lin..."
Lin Yu quickly raised his hand and pressed his index finger against his lips.
Seeing this, the two immediately quieted down.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Lin Yu lowered his voice and softly comforted them, then cast his gaze through the glass on the wall into the room, asking quietly:
"Is Little Darling doing okay tonight?"
"The young miss's condition is very stable."
The medical assistant wearing glasses imitated Lin Yu's manner and replied in a low voice.
Lin Yu nodded gently, then turned to look at the two and asked softly:
"Can I go in and take a look?"
"Of course."
The other medical assistant, who wasn't wearing glasses, replied.
Receiving the answer, Lin Yu nodded. He took two steps forward, reached out to press down the door handle, and stepped lightly into the room.
Inside the room.
Little Darling was lying flat on a miniature baby hospital bed.
She was wearing her tiny pajamas.
But beneath the clothes, several glowing sensors were attached to her body. Sensor wires emerged from the hem of her clothes, connecting to a silent machine nearby, constantly monitoring her current physical condition.
A one-year-old child is very cute.
Little Darling looked more like her mother, making her look even cuter.
She lay on her exclusive pink baby hospital bed.
Her little hands and feet were relaxed and loosely curled.
Paired with her chubby round cheeks, she looked just like she was cosplaying Doraemon.
Looking at the adorable Little Darling in her sleep.
The corners of Lin Yu's mouth curled up slightly, only to be unconsciously pulled flat again.
After standing by Little Darling's small hospital bed for a long time, Lin Yu, who had been as silent as a tree, finally moved his lips slightly.
The voice that slipped from his lips was very soft.
So soft that it wasn't even louder than the wind outside the window.
"I'm sorry."
"I can no longer pay anything for you."
Lin Yu said to the justice in his heart.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
