Chapter 427 - Old Naughty Boy (2/2)

Hong Ji shook his head, and with a sigh, he said, “What’s the use of hating? Can hate give me back my arm? Can hate help all these people here in this home, provide them with food and clothing?”

“Old man, you are certainly an interesting person. Regardless of whether you are telling the truth or lying, this card is for you. The password is six eights, take it as a form of compensation,” Xiao Luo said, as he took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it over to Hong Ji.

“Young man, you have to think of your own career path, you don’t have to do this. Take it back,” Hong Ji said, waving his hands.

“Don’t you need it? The one million dollars in here could help this home out for a long time, “Xiao Luo responded.

“Huh? There is one million?”

Hearing this, Hong Ji gasped, and he instantly grabbed it with speed so fast that the card disappeared in a flash, like a conjuror’s sleight of hand. Before anyone knew it, he had already hidden it in his pocket. “Why didn’t you say so earlier that there was so much money here? I almost made a mistake and lost a million dollars!” he cried.

Huh…?

Xiao Luo and Ji Siying looked at each other, speechless and barely able to suppress a laugh. Hong Ji was quite a character—only a moment ago, he expressed the lofty ideals of a virtuous man, but they were cast aside for an offer of money in the next instant.

Xiao Luo cracked up, for it seemed that his mouth said one thing while his hand did another. “Old man, you could at least uphold your honor and maintain that image as a virtuous person,” he said.

“Having the image of a virtuous person image doesn’t bring in the money. I thought you were some working-class guy and didn’t have much money on your hands. But if you can offer a million dollars, then surely, it’d seem you are the big boss. Did you mention about compensation earlier? Give me another few million. When it comes to money, the more you give, the better, and I will never refuse. If possible, you could invest in the reconstruction of the entire home,” Hong Ji said, rubbing his index finger and thumb together with a mock look of grimness on his face.

Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, rebuilding the home?

Xiao Luo laughed lightheartedly as the feeling of guilt began to fade. “Old man, aren’t you being a little shameless here?” he teased.

“Ah, Look at the way you young people speak… that is really not a nice thing to say. You can’t do that in society, or you will lose many opportunities in this world,” Hong Ji responded.

Xiao Luo smiled without replying. He was just an old naughty boy, Xiao Luo thought, serious for a moment, then cynical the next.

“Old Ghost Hong, I am here today to determine the winner. It’s to be a fight to the death!”

Suddenly, a booming voice thundered across the courtyard. It was delivered with an internal force so powerful that it caused their eardrums to hurt.

Then, a figure dashed in through the gate like a gust of wind, so swift that it appeared like a time-lapse of after-images, reaching the courtyard in a fraction of a second. He was a tall man with a dignified mien and was dressed in white robes. He had very fair skin and completely white hair and a beard, with a high pointy nose and deep-set eyes that looked sharp and alert.

“Old Poison, you have come at the right time. I was feeling frustrated, and I didn’t have an outlet for my anger!”

Hong Ji said, cast his playfulness side, and locked his eyes on the ominous-looking visitor.

“Come on, then, I’m glad to be of service! It’s now time to fight… wait a minute, what happened to your left arm?” the white-robed old man asked. He was surprised to see Hong Ji’s condition and immediately restrained the inner power within his body.

“Ah, I thought it was getting in the way, so I cut it off… why do you care about this? Are you my son too?”

Hong Ji sneered at the white-robed old man. He turned to Xiao Luo and then took out the bank card. “Young man, I will return this card to you. Since you want to compensate me, promise me one thing. If I am unfortunately killed by him, you must help me to continue maintaining this home,” he said, “Don’t let all the people from this home have nowhere to go except back to the street to beg. Even though I am the master of the beggar sect, I hope our sect will cease to exist one day. When it’s gone, that means that our countrymen will be living good lives!”