I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 635 - 453: Do Not Desecrate

"Trouble?"

The boss chuckled faintly. "When has the Tufeng Group ever been afraid of trouble?"

After a pause, he continued, "Anyone who provokes the Tufeng Group, who provokes me, must pay with their life! It doesn’t matter who they are or how powerful their background is. And besides..."

The boss licked his lips as if he’d spotted his prey. "Who would know it was us who killed him?"

Then, the boss slowly walked behind the man and patted him on the shoulder.

The man’s body instantly trembled with fear, and he hurriedly said, "You’re right, Boss. I spoke out of turn. I’ll handle him!"

"Very good."

Hearing this, the boss walked back to the whiteboard.

The man’s back was already drenched in sweat.

He clearly remembered that someone had questioned the boss before, and the boss had simply walked up behind the man and slit his throat. If he hadn’t done so much for the boss, hadn’t been one of his most capable lieutenants, he would be a corpse right now.

Even so, he was certain that if it happened again, he wouldn’t survive.

Meanwhile, the boss had walked over to Xia Liang’s photo and picked up a red pen.

Staring at the photo, it was as if Xia Liang was looking right through it at him. The boss chuckled, his eyes meeting the gaze in the picture. He recalled his subordinate’s words and the notes in the file, muttering, "Immortals? How ridiculous. If you have what it takes, kill me right now..."

The words had barely left his lips when he raised the red pen to Xia Liang’s photo, about to draw a cross over it.

But in the next instant, his body froze. Sweat drenched his brow, and an uncontrollable tremor seized him. He staggered backward and collapsed, clutching his chest tightly with both hands.

The others around him immediately crowded in.

"Boss, what’s wrong?"

"Quick, call the hospital!"

"There’s no time for that! First aid! Quick, give him first aid!"

The voices around him blurred, becoming faint and indistinct. His gaze remained fixed on Xia Liang in the photograph. In the picture, Xia Liang seemed to look back at him with a faint smile, as if the person in the photo had come to life. As if he had heard every single word the boss had just spoken.

In the final second before his consciousness faded, a single thought consumed his mind. One must not blaspheme the gods.

"He’s gone. His heart has stopped beating." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The man skilled in first aid stood up. He looked down at the boss’s pale face on the floor, his own expression grim. Confused about what had just occurred, he turned to the others in the room and asked, "The boss was always in such good health. Why would he suddenly have a heart attack? What on earth just happened?"

No one answered him. The entire room fell silent; not a single person spoke.

A few moments later, as if struck by the same thought, they all turned their heads in unison to look at Xia Liang’s photo on the whiteboard.

They, too, remembered the boss’s final words clearly. *If you have what it takes, kill me right now!*

"It has to be a coincidence... just a coincidence. How could there possibly be a real Living Immortal in this world?" someone forced the words out through clenched teeth, trying to rationalize the situation, but his expression was ghastly.

No one replied. Cold sweat began to bead on everyone’s backs, including his own.

「Meanwhile, at a film set somewhere in Xiangjiang.」

Xia Liang slowly approached Wu Jiasheng, who seemed to harbor a deep-seated hostility toward him. The boy just shot Xia Liang a fierce glare before looking away.

Xia Liang felt a bit helpless but didn’t argue with Wu Jiasheng; he was just a child, after all. Besides, Xia Liang already knew why the boy’s attitude was so poor.

When his son had questioned him, Director Wu let it slip that Great Master Xia Liang was the one who told him. After seeing Director Wu’s respectful attitude toward Xia Liang moments earlier, Wu Jiasheng had guessed his identity. Naturally, Wu Jiasheng held no fondness for the man who had revealed his secret to Director Wu.

Still, Xia Liang spoke up. "Why the cold shoulder? Your dad and I are friends."

Wu Jiasheng ignored him, turning his head away to continue with his homework.

Xia Liang was once again at a bit of a loss. He had seen in the boy’s destiny that Wu Jiasheng was fascinated by zombies and had planned to have some fun with him. But since the boy was being so disrespectful, Xia Liang stood up to leave just as a shadow fell over him.

"Have some water."

Wu Tong held an umbrella in one hand and offered a glass of water to Xia Liang with the other. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. She had just finished filming a fight scene and had rushed over to shield him with the umbrella without even taking a break.

For the past few days, Xia Liang had been touring Xiangjiang on his own, not taking her with him and only returning in the evenings. This left her feeling a little uneasy.

Looking at Wu Tong beside him, Xia Liang said casually, "There’s no need. Go get some rest."

Hearing this, Wu Tong bit her lip and nodded before heading back to her trailer to rest.