Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Old Mr. Jiang was taken aback for a moment before he laughed again. "Few people dare to joke with me like this." His smile was cold, his eyes icy; he had already concluded that Liang Jie was making fun of him. For this old lion, it was undoubtedly irritating.

The tall and burly Jiang Yidong immediately stepped forward, seemingly ready to drag Liang Jie out.

But Liang Jie remained calm. "I've said it before: I live my life honestly and never do deceitful things. If I say I can give Old Mr. Jiang more lifespan, then I certainly can."

Liang Jie's words and his attitude were too bizarre, perplexing yet compelling, making everyone want to hear more, to see what he was up to.

Jiang Yidong, standing at 190 cm, looked down at Liang Jie, baring his white teeth in a grin. "You'd better be able to, or I'll make you pay for Jiang's sake."

"Let's confirm one thing first," Liang Jie said. "Is Old Mr. Jiang interested in this deal?" He continued, "I can extend your lifespan by one month, but you have to give me one billion yuan."

"If you can really do it, what's one billion yuan?" Old Mr. Jiang chuckled, but the emotional strain caused his heart to ache even more. He clutched his chest in pain, his brows furrowed as a wave of sorrow washed over him. Truly, heroes grow old. Suddenly, he found the conversation with Liang Jie dull and meaningless. He was indeed old, afraid of death, and foolish enough to entertain such absurd hopes, thinking someone could actually grant him more lifespan.

Liang Jie smiled. His choice was right. Many people in this world needed just one more month of life, and there were plenty of wealthy men and women in this hospital. But among them, only Old Mr. Jiang would readily pay one billion yuan without haggling. He was decisive and generous, willing to spend lavishly on what he wanted.

"Very well, I believe Old Mr. Jiang is a man of honor." Liang Jie took out the lifespan card from his pocket, flipping the exquisite transparent card twice in his hand. "This is a one-month lifespan card."

Jiang Yiqiu's face turned cold, while Jiang Yidong started cursing. "You dare...!" They knew this person was full of nonsense, but they didn't expect him to go this far, infuriating them by pulling out a card and claiming it was a lifespan card. It seemed less like they were watching a joke and more like he was mocking them.

Before Jiang Yidong could throw a punch, Liang Jie flipped the card again and tossed it towards Old Mr. Jiang.

The card transformed into light, directly entering Old Mr. Jiang's body.

Jiang Yidong widened his eyes. "Are you performing magic here? Such cheap tricks! You're really courting death!"

"Yidong, stop!" Old Mr. Jiang halted him.

Jiang Yiqiu asked, "Jiang, how are you feeling?"

Old Mr. Jiang did not speak, clutching his chest, his eyes flickering with confusion and disbelief. After the light entered his body, a warm sensation spread throughout, revitalizing his withered veins and limbs. Even his heart, which had been aching like a malfunctioning machine, no longer hurt.

Old Mr. Jiang placed his hand in Jiang Yiqiu's. "Yiqiu, help me get out of bed."

"But the doctor said you shouldn't—"

Jiang Yiqiu's voice caught in his throat as Old Mr. Jiang threw off the covers and stood up. His ashen complexion seemed to regain some color, and his dull eyes rekindled a bit of their former light. He walked without assistance, something previously impossible.

Jiang Yidong also widened his eyes.

Old Mr. Jiang walked around the spacious ward twice, feeling the warmth dissipate, but his heart no longer ached, and his legs had strength. Unlike a minute ago, when he lay in bed, his heart aching and his limbs weak, he now felt rejuvenated.

He felt as if he had been pulled back from the brink of death.

Even a seasoned figure like him doubted whether this was a dream, wondering if he had already died and was experiencing an illusion due to his reluctance to leave the world. Perhaps he would turn around and find his own lifeless body on the bed.

He took several deep breaths, turned, and saw Jiang Yiqiu and Jiang Yidong staring at him in astonishment, with Liang Jie still present.

It was real...

"You are..."

"Liang Jie."

"Mr. Liang, hello. We truly underestimated you. We didn't know there were such extraordinary people in the world..."

Liang Jie interrupted him. "Old Mr. Jiang, this lifespan card is indeed mine, but I didn't create it. I'm not a high master either. I hope you can transfer the one billion yuan quickly; I have urgent matters to attend to."

"Certainly, certainly. In our business, we always prioritize honesty." Old Mr. Jiang smiled. "Yiqiu."

Jiang Yiqiu handed over a checkbook and pen.

As Old Mr. Jiang wrote the check, he asked, "Mr. Liang must need the money for something important at home. If you need any help, please let us know. This miraculous card has brought me back from the brink of death; mere money cannot repay such kindness."

"Thank you, but no need." Liang Jie thought, no wonder these powerful figures were so flexible and eloquent. However, he didn't need their help. Perhaps they could help him deal with those three beasts in prison, but that would give them leverage over him, tying him to them forever. Only the curse card could silently and accurately convey his hatred, ensuring they received their due retribution!

"Understood." Old Mr. Jiang put down the pen and handed the check to Liang Jie.

Liang Jie took the check, feeling relieved, but upon seeing the amount, he realized it was not one billion but two billion.

"In that case... Mr. Liang, where can I find the high master who sells more lifespan cards? As you know, I have a group of unworthy descendants who wish for my demise. I am not willing to fulfill their wishes."

Two billion was too much, and Liang Jie fell into the trap of accepting a favor. The other party had also played the sympathy card. After hesitating, he decided to tell them where to buy more cards.

It should be fine since it was a shop with clearly marked prices, open to customers.

Hearing Liang Jie suggest searching the app store, the twin brothers, already shocked, were even more bewildered. Was a high master so down-to-earth? Could such a miraculous card be purchased online?

Jiang Yidong took out his phone, opened the app, and typed in "Fate Card Shop."

The search results showed: No such shop found. Here are some recommended shops.

Liang Jie, along with the trio, gathered around the phone. "Did you type it wrong?"

They searched again, confirming each character carefully, but the result was the same: No such shop found. Here are some recommended shops.

However, on Liang Jie's phone, he could find the shop easily, browsing through his order history.

"If we use your phone to place an order..." Old Mr. Jiang, unable to contain his curiosity, reached out and took Liang Jie's phone.

The moment Old Mr. Jiang took the phone, the shop page vanished, replaced by the search results: No such shop found. Here are some recommended shops.

Old Mr. Jiang froze.

Everyone else froze too.

Their hearts raced, and their hair stood on end. Liang Jie quickly realized the situation and grew even more reverent.

Mr. Jiang’s hand trembled slightly as he handed the phone back to Liang Jie. The shop reappeared once the phone was back in Liang Jie’s hands.

"This…" Mr. Jiang felt deeply saddened. Could it be that the being who opened this shop, superior to humans, did not wish to favor him?

Seeing this, Jiang Yiqiu thought for a moment and said to Liang Jie, "Let's try one last time. We'll add each other as contacts, and you can try sharing the location with me."

"Alright..." After all, he had received something from them and was eager to leave and purchase card blind boxes.

They added each other as friends and shared the shop link.

Under Mr. Jiang’s nervous gaze, they clicked on the link.

Then, the Fate Card Shop appeared before their eyes. Mr. Jiang’s heart skipped a beat and then began to race even faster.

...

In City M, there was a bustling crowd. It turned out that a popular variety show was filming there. Several people were running around; some were carrying pots, others skewers. No one knew what they were doing, but the effect seemed good, even making the cameraman smile.

"Brother An, sorry, these skewers are ours now."

"You guys are going too far! At least give me two!"

"No way." The young male star holding the skewers turned and ran, eating them as he went, occasionally looking back to see if anyone was chasing him.

On the main road nearby, a small crack had formed in the ground, with bits of cement and pebbles scattered around. Cars drove over them, crushing some and sending others flying. A car approached, its tires rolling over a small stone, which then flew out.

The stone hit the male star’s knee, causing him to fall and unable to get up.

The cameraman rushed over. "What happened? Are you okay?"

The person on the ground didn’t respond. The cameraman reached out to touch his shoulder.

The young man lying on the ground had a skewer piercing his throat, breaking through the skin. Blood finally started flowing slowly.

The cameraman was shocked and turned to call for help when another stone flew out from under a tire, striking him on the head with great force. A bloody hole appeared, and the cameraman fell down.

Screams erupted, and chaos ensued.

Meanwhile, at the First High School of City M.

Outside the school, several parents held banners, dressed in mourning clothes, some speaking into megaphones with hoarse voices, each word filled with tears.

"Unscrupulous school, five students dead within a month, all accidents, every time the surveillance cameras malfunctioned. Even the homeroom teacher died. Is this reasonable?"

"Unscrupulous school, return my daughter!"

"Return my son!"

Someone asked, "Did you report this to the police?"

"Yes, but the school has powerful backing, and the police cover for them!"

"Damn, this happens again. Expose them online, buy trending topics!"

"Do you think we haven’t tried? The five of us pooled our money and bought trending topics several times, but they were always suppressed! They’re trying to drive us to our deaths!"

For a moment, the parents’ mournful cries filled the air, touching the hearts of bystanders, bringing tears to their eyes.

...

With the assistance of the driver and companion sent by Mr. Jiang, Liang Jie quickly cashed the check. Two hundred million yuan suddenly appeared in his bank account.

Eager to return home, he stepped out of the elevator and paused.

The walls and door were covered in blood-red letters, shocking and impactful.

—Murder demands death.

Clearly, only that couple could have done this. Upon learning what their child had done, instead of educating him, they blamed him for not telling them so they could help dispose of the bodies. The lives and suffering of others meant nothing to them. Their child had raped, tortured, and killed, but he was just a child.

Liang Jie sneered, entered the house, and immediately placed an order for card blind boxes.

Basic Blind Box x10.