The Regressed Mercenary's Machinations - Chapter 497: I’ll Do My Best (2)

[Strong female + vest + sadistic slap in the face + micro metaphysics]

[Group pet + no logic]

At the age of eighteen, Lin Wu learned that he was a fake daughter and was kicked out of the house.

Lin family: You have no talent or ability, your moral character and learning are worrisome, and you are not as good as Qianqian at all!

Lin Wu turned around and went to his biological parents’ house.

I thought it was just as shabby as the Lin family said, but I never thought it was completely different——

The backcountry is actually the premier special area for the rich!

Ordinary people are actually the richest people in the country!

My biological mother is a famous and authoritative professor!

Even my brothers and sisters are the proud ones in various fields!

Facing Lin Wu, who had no brand name and looked thin, they looked distressed: Wuwu, you have been wronged, from now on these countries will be yours!

Lin Wu casually made hundreds of millions, wiped out a group of mercenaries with his bare hands, completed experiments at an international research institute, and saved someone by the way, and politely thanked them.

The family members looked at her unfinished vest:! ! !

The handsome man who had been rescued stood in front of Lin Wu, raised his eyebrows and smiled: Such a great kindness should be pledged with one’s own body.

All the subordinates following behind covered their faces: Master Jiu, where is the reserve? !

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At the age of ten, Jiang Qi had black hair, shallow pupils, and a pale, delicate appearance. He often got injured, with blood flowing from his head. He was the son of a ‘notorious’ mu*derer in Chen Kong Alley, and people cursed him, saying that he had vile blood running in his veins. Except for Zhi Qi, no one paid him any attention.Zhi Qi often cried while bandaging his wounds, her voice soft as she asked, “Why do you always get hurt? Does it hurt a lot?”Jiang Qi smiled, the cold and rebellious boy appearing particularly obedient in front of her: “If you comfort me, it won’t hurt anymore.”By the time he reached high school, he had become the most famous madman, cold and ruthless in all Lin Lan. Zhi Qi remembered Jiang Qi once saying that most of his life was lived like a dog. He would rather have everyone fear him than let anyone bully him.Even though everyone feared him, Zhi Qi was not afraid.Unfortunate people spend their entire lives healing from childhood, and Zhi Qi wanted to heal Jiang Qi with her own efforts. She would make a promise to him on the rooftop of the school, where he brought her to the top: “Jiang Qi, take care. When I reach the legal age, I can marry you.”The boy’s response was a faint smile, his gaze clear and clean like the stars in the sky, filled with rare yearning for the future.Zhi Qi didn’t know that a simple promise saved Jiang Qi’s life, pulling him out of hell.Unfortunately, ‘redemption’ has an expiration date. When the clock strikes twelve for Cinderella, he remains the sick dog with nothing.A crazy boy, and all the sweet names in his obscure life are called ‘Zhi Qi’.

She was the Spirit Master of the Tea Hill. He was the Head of the Kunlun. They met each other by chance in Jiangnan. With many twists and turns, they got married. Unexpectedly, there were plots in store for them. After the resurrection, he forgot her… But she had his child… To meet him again, she endured the torture of the naga poison; for the people of the Tea Hill, she chose to be a devil… But fate still pushed her to a path without a turning back… She killed demons and devils but was used by others… Finally, she had to stand opposite to him… For the happiness and benefits of the three realms, she was incarnated as the Creation Goddess… She was the Spirit Master of the Tea Hill, Jiang Wuyou…

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.