I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan

After the scream, there was silence; it was unclear if he was dead or alive.

Looking at Xia Liang, he seemed utterly relaxed.

Xiao Qianxi had long since stopped wiping her tears. Her cherry lips parted to gently utter two words.

"Ming Jin!"

Xia Liang spread his hands. "I told you, when I get angry, even I'm afraid of myself. But you just had to make a move."

The Bearded Guy snapped out of his shock. Hadn't the young master said this kid was an expert?

"Get him together! I refuse to believe he's that good."

These were not street thugs but professional bodyguards accustomed to intense situations. Seeing that Xia Liang knew what he was doing, they rushed him with an assortment of blades and clubs.

Xiao Qianxi still showed no intention of helping. She wanted to observe Xia Liang a bit longer. To kick a man seven or eight meters away so effortlessly... Ming Jin doesn't seem to be enough. He must be a Grandmaster with hidden strength. It's common knowledge that there are only a few of these Grandmasters in Dragon Country, and they are all white-haired old men.

As Xiao Qianxi watched intently, Xia Liang moved like a tiger pouncing on a flock of sheep, sending one bodyguard after another flying through the air, spitting blood.

In less than two minutes, not a single one of the thirty-plus bodyguards could get back on their feet.

"Was it really worth it, man?" Xia Liang said, yanking the Bearded Guy up by his collar. The man's face had already been beaten to a pulp.

"A misunderstand… a misunderstanding! I'm just a hired hand…"

The Bearded Guy was sick with regret. If he had known this would happen, he never would have come to Dragon Country with the young master. Now, he felt as if all his internal organs had been violently rearranged. Are his fists made of steel? This is completely inhuman!

"A hired hand? What kind of hired hand goes around with dozens of lackeys armed with baseball bats and machetes?"

BANG!

Xia Liang delivered another punch. The Bearded Guy passed out instantly, his face a mess of streaming blood. This is what happens when you mess with people. If you plan on crippling someone's limbs, you'd better be prepared for payback.

"Why'd you stop crying? You were so tough just a moment ago," Xia Liang said, turning to look at Xiao Qianxi with irritation.

"Where did you learn martial arts?" Xiao Qianxi countered, ignoring his question.

"I learned from tutorials on Bilibili."

"You got this powerful from watching tutorials? Do you think I'm a child?"

Xia Liang just smiled. "If you don't want to believe me, there's nothing I can do."

Xiao Qianxi gave up asking, knowing she was unlikely to get a straight answer out of him. "What's your plan now?"

"Stop asking pointless questions. Obviously, I'm going to find that 'young master' and beat him into a pulp too."

If it weren't for his plan to eliminate the problem once and for all, with his strength, Xia Liang would never have let himself get captured in the first place.

"I'll go with you."

"Aren't you pregnant?"

Inside the elegant first-floor hall, Pu Chang was leaning back on a luxurious leather sofa. He idly flipped a small knife in his hand, muttering to himself, "I'll sever your tendons, then I'll pull out all your fingernails. Let's see you try to drive after that. You won't even be able to use a wheelchair."

What a picture of vicious cruelty. Not far from him, a middle-aged man in a green vest sat leisurely sipping tea. The two of them were the only people in the massive hall.

"...I didn't think you knew how to pick locks."

"Who knew the door was unlocked? You're pretty terrible, you know? You watched me fiddle with it for ages without saying a word."

As voices sounded from the entrance, Pu Chang shot to his feet. When he saw it was the driver who had stolen his spotlight the day before, he clapped his hands in delight. He assumed the Bearded Guy had delivered his target and was now standing guard outside. That was the problem with a villa this large and well-soundproofed; the sounds of the minute-long brawl outside hadn't been heard at all.

"Good, good, good! You've finally arrived."

Xia Liang glanced at Pu Chang, then at the man in the green vest drinking tea, feeling confused. When had he offended him? He'd never seen this person before.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?"

"Uh… you don't recognize me?" Pu Chang asked back in his clumsy Mandarin, his face a mask of pure shock.

Xia Liang paused to think. "Nope, no impression. Maybe I gave you a ride once…"

"You actually don't recognize me! How can someone from Dragon Country not recognize me, Pu Chang!"

In Pu Chang's mind, every time he came to Dragon Country, he was greeted by seas of young fans the moment he stepped off the plane. He caused a sensation wherever he went. Yet this young man, Xia Liang, had no idea who he was.

Humiliation! This was a naked, utter humiliation! How dare a citizen of Dragon Country not recognize him!

"Whether you're Pu Chang or not has nothing to do with me. I honestly don't recognize you. Just spit it out, what do you want?" Xia Liang asked, an amused look on his face, ready to see what kind of game this guy was playing.

Just then, Pu Chang noticed Xiao Qianxi.

With a single glance, he, a man who had philandered for years, suddenly understood what love felt like. This wasn't just a fling; he was truly and deeply captivated.

"She's my girlfriend. She came with me," Xia Liang introduced casually.

"Very good! It seems you know how to handle things," Pu Chang said, his expression softening slightly. "Since you brought her, I won't hold a grudge. I'll just break your right hand."

Xia Liang was speechless. Why were these guys with their terrible Mandarin so obsessed with breaking limbs? Couldn't they just talk things out? "I'm confused. Do we have some kind of history? What's with the fixation on breaking my hands and feet?"

Pu Chang sneered. "Heh, last night on Victory Avenue, you were speeding around in your car and completely stole my thunder. Now, the netizens in Stick Country are all laughing at me. If I don't cripple you, I'll never be able to quell the hatred in my heart."

Silence. After a long moment of silence, Xia Liang still couldn't comprehend what the mockery of Stick Country's netizens had to do with his limbs.

"Did you understand him?" he asked Xiao Qianxi.

She nodded. "He's jealous you stole his spotlight."

"And for that, he wants to cripple me?" Xia Liang was dumbfounded.

Xiao Qianxi nodded again. "He's probably the spoiled son of a rich family. He's likely never experienced any real hardship or setbacks."

Honestly, Xia Liang truly didn't get it. This was different from the usual confrontations with arrogant rich kids, which were at least personal disputes. But as for stealing the spotlight last night, there were so many people and so many celebrities on Victory Avenue. If everyone thought like Pu Chang, there wouldn't be enough flesh on his body for each of them to take a piece.

"They say the people from Stick Country have a pathological sense of pride. I never believed it before, but today, I'm a true believer. I really am." Xia Liang gave a thumbs-up to express his profound "respect."

Being this stupid required a certain level of talent.

"You dare act so arrogant here? In a minute, after I've disabled you and taken care of your girlfriend, we'll see if you're still smiling. Hey! Someone get in here and hold him down!"

Pu Chang's shouts were met with silence from outside. He yelled a few more times, but still, nothing. He finally realized something was wrong, and his face turned grim.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing much. Just had a friendly chat with them. They should all be on the ground moaning right about now."

At that, the man in the green vest, who had been sipping tea the whole time, moved to stand in front of Pu Chang. "I didn't expect you to be such a capable fighter."

Seeing his strongest bodyguard in position, Pu Chang's confidence instantly returned. "So what? This is my teacher, the three-time Taekwondo Grand Champion of the Federation of Stick Country."

He turned to his teacher. "Don't hold back. Beat him half to death, but be careful not to underestimate him."

The man in the green vest chuckled. "Rest assured, Young Master. What kind of martial arts could Dragon Country possibly have? It's all flashy nonsense with no substance. Our Taekwondo is the supreme martial art on Blue Star."

With that, he took a black belt from inside his jacket, solemnly smoothed it out, and began tying it around his waist with an air of great ceremony.

"AAAHHHHHH—"

Pu Chang's confident smile froze on his face. In that instant, Xia Liang had slid forward and landed a heavy punch squarely on the Green Vest's jaw. The man's entire body crashed to the floor, accompanied by a piercing scream.

"Have you no shame? The supreme martial art? Taekwondo? Let's see you do some taekwondo now," Xia Liang scoffed.

BANG! He landed another heavy punch, knocking the Green Vest back to the ground as he struggled to rise.

The sight of blood mixed with snot was grotesque enough to make one retch.

"So what if you're a three-time champion? How big is your pathetic country anyway? You should pick your audience before you start bragging."

Battered by the relentless punches, the man in the green vest was on the verge of losing consciousness. He used his last ounce of strength to protest, "You… you don't abide by martial ethics…"

"Quite the choice of words," Xia Liang replied. "But why would a person show 'ethics' to an animal? When you sicced thirty thugs on us earlier, why didn't you mention martial ethics then?"