The person wearing a mask spoke in a freezing tone, pointing to a row of iron beds next to him. A CEO? What a coincidence, they are all CEOs.
Fang Zhizu looked at the people who were also locked to the beds in horror, until he saw the doctor coming over with anesthetics, injecting them one by one without even bothering to sanitize.
No! No!
His screams seemed to work. When it was his turn, the doctor's hand paused.
We are out, the doctor frowned.
Fang Zhizu breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God! If he survived this, he would definitely get his revenge! The Zhang family must die! Fang Zhiyi must die! The person who tricked him into coming here must die! And... right, his high school teacher! And... his adoptive parents! They actually did not care about his situation at all!
Just as he was envisioning his future, a single sentence plunged him into an icy abyss.
If we are out, forget it. Just make the incision directly.
What? You guys! Ah!!!!!
The Zhang family, who shared his blood, were also having a miserable time. In order to get away from the inn back then, they almost pawned off their underwear. If the innkeeper had not found it disgusting, they would have been running around naked.
But how could the Zhang family, empty-handed and lacking any skills, survive?
At first, Zhang Daming planned to do odd jobs. After all, he had done that for a while under Fang Zhiyi's supervision. But things were different now. Without Fang Zhiyi's threats, he felt exhausted just moving a single brick. He went on strike after working for less than half a day, and the foreman drove him away without paying him a single cent.
Wang Ling was rather smart. She started collecting scrap directly and found that it could actually be exchanged for some money. She simply built a shack next to the garbage dump as a temporary shelter.
That unfilial son... Sooner or later, I will make him pay!
Zhang Daming was still drinking, though the alcohol was scavenged by Wang Ling. Looking at his eldest son lying there doing nothing, he felt disgusted. You freeloader! All you know is how to lie around. Go out and beg for money! Did not Ergou teach you how to ask for money?
Hearing this, Zhang Xiong's face darkened instantly. Ever since Fang Zhiyi disappeared, he initially felt relieved, but the memories of getting beaten in the past haunted him like ghosts. Soon, his memory pinpointed the crucial detail: every time he was beaten, his parents only cared about themselves.
He also remembered that when the doctor suggested hospitalization, his hand still had a chance to recover, but they were too stingy to pay for it.
All these grievances made Zhang Xiong thoroughly hate his biological parents. Thinking of the behavior of the Second Son and the Third Son, he also figured out a truth: the crying child gets the candy! If they do not give it to you, cause a scene!
Why do not you go beg? From my childhood until now, all you have ever done is throw your weight around at home. Have you ever earned a single cent? You do nothing but drink or play cards, and you cannot even win at cards!
Every word Zhang Xiong said poked right at Zhang Daming's sore spots. Zhang Daming flew into a rage. You are rebelling! You want to be just like those two ungrateful wretches, do not you?
When those two ungrateful wretches glared at you, you immediately chickened out. You only have a temper with me! Bah!
When Wang Ling returned, the father and son were wrestling together, their mouths full of foul language. Wang Ling covered her mouth in surprise. Stop fighting! Stop fighting!
A hot-headed Zhang Daming turned his head and cursed, You stinking bitch, you have the nerve to speak? If it were not for you, would I have ended up in this state?
Wang Ling was a bit stunned by the scolding. Yes, if it were not for her... Her vision blurred slightly, as if she saw the scene from their childhood where the Second Son was carrying the Third Son on his back while washing clothes by the river.
No, that was not right. It was because those two little brats were ungrateful wretches! Debt collectors incarnate!
After this clash, Zhang Xiong, being younger, gained the upper hand. He panted heavily, as if he could feel what the brothers felt back then.
From that day on, he also started asking for money directly. If they did not give it to him, he would curse. When he got angry enough, he would raise his hand and hit them, regardless of whether it was his biological mother or father.
Zhang Daming could not stand it and just stormed out. Wang Ling also aged at a visible rate; in just a month, all her hair turned white.
While collecting scraps, she saw an old, bulky TV on the street side, which was broadcasting the news.
Seeing the face on the TV, she froze. Third Son? Sangou? That is right, that face belonged to her youngest son, that rebellious child! Wang Ling's dull gaze became somewhat excited. This little bastard actually got on TV? Then could she... But the mechanical broadcasting voice shattered her fantasy.
In order to keep his fiancee alive, the heir of Group A kidnapped several people for organ transplants. Among them, this victim had two kidneys removed... The law enforcement agencies arrested the suspect according to the law. At the scene of the arrest, the suspect was still arrogantly shouting that he would make everyone die with him...
Wang Ling never expected that both news stories she saw in one day would be related to her sons.
Excuse me, Mr. Fang, you said your childhood was miserable. Why was it miserable?
Fang Zhiyi in the footage looked at the camera, as if he could see Wang Ling in front of the TV.
They had no sense of responsibility as parents. They only had children for free labor, or rather, as assets. My brother and I were sold by our biological parents when we were young because my biological father liked to gamble and drink, and my mother liked to abuse children.
That terrible?
Because being a parent does not require an exam, which is indeed terrifying. Fang Zhiyi changed the subject, Therefore, all my assets will be donated to establish a children's charity foundation.
....
Wang Ling did not hear the rest. She only knew that Fang Zhiyi was rich again, but he had donated it all. He actually donated it rather than giving it to his parents to use? This bastard! Her steps quickened; she was going to get Zhang Daming and find Fang Zhiyi again!
But when she pushed the door open, Wang Ling was dumbfounded. Her son, covered in blood, was straddling Zhang Daming, panting heavily, holding a hammer in his hand.
What, what have you done? Wang Ling was terrified.
Zhang Xiong stared straight at her. This old geezer got a sum of money from somewhere and actually wanted to hide it! I asked him for it, and he refused! If he will not give it to me, I will take it myself!
Hahahahahaha!!!
Zhang Xiong went to prison. For intentional homicide of a heinous nature, he was sentenced to death.
And that scene constantly played in Wang Ling's mind. She developed mental issues and became completely insane, telling everyone she met that she had three sons and that all three were very filial... People nearby avoided her because this old woman could suddenly lash out and hit someone at any moment.
Wang Ling finished a whole day of madness and slowly walked back to her shack. Lying in the shack was a paralyzed person, whose face was filled with terror and pleading upon seeing her return.
Third Son, my son, Mom is back. Mom will cook for you, Wang Ling said in an incredibly gentle tone.
Fang Zhizu never imagined that after being taken out of the hospital, he would be sent directly here. Looking at the biological mother he had once yearned for so deeply, his heart was filled with nothing but intense fear.
Why did you hack your eldest brother! Why! Sure enough, Wang Ling started having an episode again.
"Hahahaha, your dad is dead, your dad is dead."
The despair in Fang Zhizu's heart gradually expanded. He knew he could never go back. He could only spend the rest of his days here with this deranged biological mother of his. No one knew his past, and no one would arrange his future.
"Boss, I'll be taking my leave now?" The tasker, having completed his mission, bowed and scraped. He had no choice; he truly couldn't afford to offend the man in front of him.
Fang Zhiyi currently looked exactly like a nouveau riche, decked out in a thick gold chain and a flashy watch. Facing the tasker's request, he merely waved his hand. "Go, go."
The tasker breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Hunters weren't quite what the System had described; they didn't just kill a System on sight.
But just how long had this guy been poor? Was this getup really necessary?
Still, the man had given him a great idea. Otherwise, who would have thought of dealing with the protagonist in such a way... No, Fang Zhiyi was practically a great benefactor who had saved him from a living hell! Otherwise, heaven knows how much longer he would have been tortured by those two psychopaths!

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!

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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?!