Chapter 147: He Tian Has a Gun!

Young Master Hai certainly keeps his word!

After a round of golf and a meal together, one hundred million US dollars had already reached He Tian’s account. This account of He Tian’s was opened in Tianhai, not at a Swiss bank. One hundred million US dollars converted to over six hundred million RMB. Added to the funds remaining after his battle with He Jiansheng and the expansion of Tianrou Investment, He Tian had nearly three billion RMB in his account.

He Tian was a wealthy man.

"Boss, how exactly do you plan to spend all this money?" Shen Feng asked, full of curiosity. Was he going to just let it sit in the bank and collect interest? Although the interest was quite good, compared to doing something productive, the rate of growth was simply too slow.

"What do you want to do?" He Tian looked at Shen Feng and asked, "Are you still thinking about selling off those treasures? As far as I know, you don't seem like the type of person who is particularly fond of money."

"Pfft, who doesn't like money? I barely have any pocket money left now!" Shen Feng said with a mournful face.

"What is a boss for? A boss is there to provide pocket money for his little brother! Speak up, how much do you need?" He Tian said with a smile.

"You're the best, Boss! I don't need much, just a few tens of millions will do," Shen Feng said, grinning.

"Just a few tens of millions? What do you think this is?" He Tian rolled his eyes. Damn it, tens of millions is not a small sum! He Tian had some money now, but treating tens of millions as pocket money... that was going a bit too far.

"You just said that's what a boss should do!" Shen Feng muttered.

"What did you say?" He Tian looked at him, "Out with it, what do you actually need it for?"

"I support a lot of people! It's been a long time since I've given them any money," Shen Feng explained.

"Hahaha, Little Madman, did I hear that right? You say you're supporting people? Let me guess, are you helping them learn how to become excellent thieves?" He Tian burst into laughter.

"Boss, be serious, will you? I admit, I am a thief, and I have always believed myself to be a great one! But does being a thief mean I can't have a heart? I can't help everyone... but whenever I, Shen Feng, encounter people in need, I never hesitate! But... Boss, you know, I really don't want to sell those treasures! I’m in a tight spot," Shen Feng explained hurriedly.

"Are you serious?" Seeing that Shen Feng was sincere, He Tian became serious as well.

"Of course I'm serious... I counted, there are one hundred and seventy-three of them! Old people, children... I didn't try to train them to be thieves because they can't even manage a normal life," Shen Feng said, his tone deepening.

"The ones you chose are..." He Tian looked at him in surprise.

"Boss, I have a heart, too! You don't know... the master who raised me and brought me into this trade... he has a chronic illness, too!" Shen Feng said in a low voice.

"How much do you need?" He Tian patted Shen Feng on the shoulder.

"Thirty million is enough for now! But... in the future, I'll need thirty million every six months," Shen Feng said sheepishly.

He Tian rolled his eyes. That would be sixty million a year. In this society, if you want to be a good person and show kindness, it seems you can't do anything meaningful without money. Still, sixty million a year to give Shen Feng peace of mind and a sense of purpose—that was worth it. He Tian wouldn't be stingy.

"I'll give it to you. Don't overthink it. Just do what you can; some people's fates simply cannot be changed," He Tian said softly.

"I know... Boss, a thief! A ruthless, unscrupulous thief! And yet I act like this; isn't it laughable?" Shen Feng asked in a murmur.

"Laughable? Little Madman, I just think you're very cute! Very, very cute," He Tian said with utmost sincerity.

"Let's not talk about this anymore... Boss, I wouldn't have brought this up if it weren't for the money. Don't tell anyone!" Shen Feng composed himself, a smile returning to his face.

"I won't tell anyone, but let's make it fifteen treasures instead of fourteen. You don't have any objections, do you?" He Tian said with a smile.

"Boss, that's robbery!" Shen Feng said indignantly.

"Robbery? I don't feel like it," He Tian laughed. "Don't get excited, keep your eyes on the road. I don't want to get into a car accident."

"Boss, I... I really don't know what to say! Why do I have the feeling that all my collections will eventually end up in your hands?" Shen Feng said with a bitter smile.

"Since you have that feeling, why not just take them all out at once? Let everyone admire them; wouldn't that be better?" He Tian said.

"Don't even think about it!" Shen Feng immediately and decisively rejected the suggestion. Giving up all his treasures... just the thought made his heart bleed, let alone actually doing it.

As they joked, Shen Feng suddenly gave a start and slammed on the brakes! A figure had drifted onto the car.

"Boss!"

"I've got this!" He Tian quickly opened the door and leaped out. With a slight push off the ground, he soared into the air. At that moment, a figure like a giant roc kicked toward He Tian’s chest. He Tian flicked his wrist, and three cold glints flashed out. After a crisp sound, He Tian's three flying knives were knocked away. The attacker now held a gleaming dagger. But taking advantage of the moment, He Tian landed on the ground. The ambush had been successfully dodged.

Shen Feng stopped the car and quickly stepped out, a pistol already in his hand. Unfortunately, before he could act, he had to dive for cover. A bullet hole had appeared exactly where he had been standing. Shen Feng’s skin crawled—it was a silenced sniper rifle. If he hadn't sensed the danger, he would have been done for.

He Tian was also slightly stunned. "Little Madman, nine o'clock direction, three hundred meters!" He Tian shouted as he stomped his foot, channeling the power of three dragons throughout his body, and charged at the attacker.

"Boss, don't worry about me! I can handle it!" Shen Feng possessed internal strength at the third layer and had extensive combat experience. Once the initial ambush was avoided, the opponent’s deployment was thoroughly disrupted. Shen Feng crouched behind the car, looking for an opportunity to dash out. He had to get away from the car; it was too open and perfect for an ambush. He tried to peek, but his scalp tingled, and he ducked back down immediately. A bullet sped past where his head had just been.

"Damn it, they're trying to take my life!" Shen Feng cursed. He reached down, grabbed a stone, and threw it. A gunshot rang out as the stone was shattered. Seizing the chance, Shen Feng leaped up and moved toward the grass on the side of the road. The scattered trees would make it safer there. The silent sniper fire followed him constantly. By the time Shen Feng managed to escape the shooter's angle, he was drenched in cold sweat, feeling a lingering fear.

"Damn it, who is it? They have an internal strength expert and a sniper!" Shen Feng gritted his teeth. "Whoever you are, you've messed with the wrong person, and I'm going to make you pay!" He moved quickly, heading toward the direction of the sniper fire. His target was the sniper; he couldn't afford to worry about anything else.

In reality, He Tian couldn't worry about Shen Feng either. Engaging the attacker, he finally realized the opponent's strength. The knife in the attacker’s hand was used with deadly precision—sharp, ruthless, and overbearing. Most importantly, the opponent was a fourth-layer internal strength expert, while He Tian was only at the third layer. Although he had been trying to break through to the fourth layer, he hadn't succeeded yet. There was an undeniable gap in their strength. While the unique characteristics of the Nine Dragons Returning to One cultivation method helped narrow the gap, the disparity remained. He Tian was currently on the defensive.

"The Hegemonic Blade Technique! You're from the Hegemony Blade Sect!" He Tian roared. The opponent didn't react, continuing to swing the blade with tight, lethal precision.

"Hegemony Blade Sect!" He Tian didn't think he had any connection to them, so why were they ambushing him? Well, he could ask that later.

"My internal strength isn't as good as yours... but I have other weapons!" He Tian never considered himself a true master of internal strength yet. He quickly produced a pistol.

"Damn it!" the attacker shouted, clearly not expecting He Tian to suddenly pull out a gun. A smile curled at the corner of He Tian’s mouth as he pulled the trigger without hesitation. Once, twice, three times! He Tian fired three shots in rapid succession. Compared to his flying knives, his marksmanship was even better. At such close range, and with the element of surprise, the attacker had very little time to react. He dodged one bullet and blocked another with his blade, but the third bullet pierced his arm.

"Despicable!" the attacker roared. "You aren't worthy of being an internal strength practitioner!"

"Whether I am worthy or not is not for you to decide," He Tian said, pointing the gun at him with a cold expression. "Now, don't move. If you move again, I won't mind taking you out permanently!"