Chapter 5: Overwhelming You with Wealth!

"Good brother, let’s show this so-called Victor that even if he overdosed on Viagra, he’d still be a loser!” In Ling Tian’s eyes flashed the wild arrogance of youth as he cast a taunting look at Victor and Redhair across from them.

“Hmph! Kid, you must still be a virgin, right? Hah! You call yourself a man? And you dare laugh at me? Redhair, get ready for the race!” Victor was truly provoked this time—a kid with no stubble on his chin mocking him with his own name, not once but again and again.

“Hmph! I’ve been with more women than you’ve ever seen in your life. Zhang Yue, get ready!” Ling Tian said, pushing Zhang Yue’s motorcycle over for a quick inspection. Luckily, nothing seemed amiss. The bike was a Yamaha YZF-R6, the best among middleweight street bikes, with performance to match—no problem at all for this kind of daredevil jump.

By now, both racers were ready. Zhang Yue and Redhair took their places, while the onlookers from both sides watched with bated breath. The two about to race were the leaders of their respective crews, and standing below were their brothers—if anything went wrong, it could cost lives.

Two… three!

At the sound of the whistle, both motorcycles shot forward, then soared into the air, each flying over Zhang Yue and Redhair’s heads…

Both bikes landed smoothly. Zhang Yue stood frozen, his face as pale as paper, while Redhair plopped down onto the ground, his pants soaked through.

“Admit defeat! Now, tell me—who tampered with my bike last time?” Ling Tian walked up to Victor with calm confidence, a slight smile curling his lips. His motorcycle had leapt far higher than Victor’s, and landed three or four meters farther beyond. It was a clear, resounding victory.

Victor nearly fainted in rage. Damn! This kid looked like a nouveau riche, the kind of pampered second-generation rich kid with no real constitution. Who’d have guessed his riding skills were even better than his own? According to Redhair’s intel, the kid wasn’t supposed to be this skilled. What’s going on? No matter what, Victor was determined to win this turf tonight. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

“You brat! I was going to let you bow out gracefully, but since you can’t see what’s good for you, let me show you something you’ll never forget. Boys, get him!” Victor, relying on his age, strength, and size, launched the first attack at Ling Tian.

“Courting death!” Ling Tian was truly furious now. What kind of people were these? Lose a race and start a fight? Did they think he was easy prey? He’d show them what real power was! Tonight, he’d beat them with money!

Seeing their leaders start fighting, both sides joined in. Chaos erupted. But in less than two minutes, silence fell as everyone’s eyes turned to Ling Tian and Victor’s brawl—or more accurately, to Ling Tian thrashing Victor.

“Tonight, I’ll beat you to death with money!” Ling Tian said as he flung a stack of bills, one by one, at Victor.

His technique was reminiscent of throwing playing cards, but far deadlier. Each bill left a wound on Victor’s body, some cuts deep enough to show bone. Victor’s face and body were covered in blood, and the ground was littered with blood-soaked bills. Everyone was stunned; not one of Victor’s men dared step forward to help. Who could have imagined someone could throw bills like flying daggers? Was he even human?

At that moment, it was as if they were witnessing a legendary martial art—the kind where even a flower or a leaf could become a weapon. Even banknotes could kill!

“Boss! Please, boss, spare me! I’ll talk, I’ll talk! It was Redhair who tampered with your bike last time!” Victor finally broke, realizing that if this continued, he’d be dead. He gave up Redhair without hesitation.

“A pity I still have so much money left to throw.” Ling Tian glanced at the remaining stack, then at the bloodied Victor, a satisfied smile on his lips. “Since you’re so honest, I’ll let you off quickly.” With that, he hurled the remaining bills—not scattering them, but sending the entire wad smashing into Victor’s head. Victor was knocked out cold by the blow.

Seeing their boss collapse, Victor’s men scattered in terror, but Redhair was caught by Ling Tian’s crew.

“Brother Tian, what should we do with Redhair and Victor?” Zhang Yue and the others dragged Redhair over.

“Leave them to my bodyguards.” Ling Tian clapped his hands, and two bodyguards stepped out, bundled the two men into a car, and prepared to hand them over to Ling Tian’s father for proper handling—after all, this was a criminal matter.

“Brother Tian, the way you used money as a weapon was incredible! Like throwing flying daggers—can you teach us someday?” Watching the bloodied Victor and Redhair being taken away, Zhang Yue and the others looked at Ling Tian with awe. The scene had left an indelible impression on them.

“Of course, I’ll teach you next time. But it’s late now—let’s all go home. I’ve got a beautiful woman waiting for me in bed!” Ling Tian had already decided that women would have a firm place in his future plans.

“Uh, Brother Tian, you’re interested in women now? Next time, let’s go to Night Jiangnan—there are plenty of beauties there.” Zhang Yue and the others were surprised. Had their Brother Tian finally awakened to the joys of manhood? They thought he’d be a lifelong virgin!

“Deal, it’s settled.” Ling Tian was pleased at the suggestion. Night Jiangnan—just the name conjured up images of nightclubs. In his previous life, he’d only visited such places for missions and had never truly enjoyed himself. What a waste! This time, he would make up for all the regrets of his past life.

It was already very late, so everyone went home. The territory was theirs to keep.

…

“Mom, where’s Lingling?” After settling things outside, Ling Tian returned home to find only Xiao Fang and Xiao Fei, his personal nurse nowhere to be seen.

“I gave that little nurse fifty thousand yuan to send her away. She told me everything that happened with you in the bathroom. Son, you’re finally interested in women! But that girl just doesn’t know what’s good for her. I’ll find you a more obedient one next time. Or you could just take Xiao Fang and Xiao Fei. They’ve been with you since childhood—if this were ancient times, they’d be your chambermaids, meant to warm your bed, you know.” Li Meijun, his nouveau riche mother, truly had the mindset of an older generation, talking about chambermaids as if it were the most natural thing. Ling Tian couldn’t help but laugh.

“Mom, no need for a nurse now—I’m fine. Next, I’ll go after a beautiful doctor instead. As for Lingling, even if she begged me, I wouldn’t want her. Your son is so handsome; I’ll bring you plenty of daughters-in-law, don’t worry. I’m heading to my room now.”

The real reason Ling Tian was in such a hurry to return to his room was that he realized just how far his strength had fallen compared to before. When he was throwing money as weapons earlier, he had no internal energy at all. At best, he could cut people with banknotes. In the past, he could pierce bone with a single piece of paper—anything in his hands could take a life.