The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 25 Kindness
The dark toilet passage came into view, the cold water poured into the nasal cavity, and gushed into the throat, the bubbles rose loudly, and the strong sense of suffocation pierced the brain like a cone.

Wow, Richard's head was lifted out of the water by Li Ang. The mafia leader was panting heavily, letting his messy hair stick to his forehead.

He directly skipped the pointless begging for mercy, and said in a low voice, "I can give you money, a lot of money"

"Ah, for you who are the 'mainstay' and 'building the golden beam', less than 1000 million yuan is a small figure, right?"

Li Ang pinched Richard's fat neck, and said casually: "But, as you can see, I don't have a bank card with me, and I don't have a card reader, so."

"Check!" Richard coughed hard as if he had caught a life-saving straw, and vomited a mouthful of sewage. "I have a checkbook in my pocket."

"Oh, that's a good suggestion." Li Ang rubbed the center of his brows, and said gently, "But I find it hard to believe that you won't call the bank as soon as you turn around and ask them to close the account."

Richard said calmly: "This bank is specially used by our gangsters for money laundering. It is the Kufeng Bank two streets away. As long as you show the check, the staff will not ask anything, and will directly fill it up for you." A suitcase for cash. You can knock me out and lock me in a cubicle, and by the time someone finds me, you’ve already taken the money and gone away.”

After all, he slowly took out the check from his pocket, stuck it against the compartment door, and signed his name one stroke at a very slow speed, letting Li Ang know that he didn't make any marks.

"The bank teller can bring you two suitcases from the vault within 3 minutes. One suitcase can hold 150 million yuan, a total of 300 million yuan, and there are old dollar bills without consecutive numbers inside, which is impossible to track."

Richard said very quickly: "Our family has very rich experience in encountering kidnapping. Believe me, I will not take the risk of being killed right now to do something."

Li Ang took the check, flipped through it, and pocketed it with satisfaction.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Richard. I have always hated those rogues who oppress the people, but since you have paid for your life, it would be immoral for me to kill you."

Li Ang ruthlessly strangled the mafia leader's neck, and pushed him into the toilet again under the despairing eyes of the other party.

"In the Guinness Book of World Records, the highest record for holding your breath underwater is about 20 minutes, but that is when you are full of pure oxygen and keep your body still. Because you have not received any professional training, I give You have a little discount, 4 minutes, okay?"

Li Ang restrained Richard's arms waving wildly in mid-air, and said calmly: "Come on, Mr. Sapa, after these 4 minutes, you can breathe the sweet and sweet air again."

As time passed, Richard's pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his face was suffocated purple due to lack of oxygen. Apart from abdominal distension and suffocation, he could no longer feel any other sensations.

The pain started from the head, and slowly flowed down the spine to the soles of the feet. Richard Sapa kept flashing scenes of messy and broken pictures.

He remembered the big golden retriever dog that he chased with him on the sunny lawn when he was a child, and the crisp bell could be heard faintly.

He thought of the slender girl whom he had met in the attic as a young man, who later married his cousin—the poor creature that Richard killed soon after he seized the family power.

Richard even thought of the unnamed girl who was wrapped in a woolen blanket and sent to his bed a few days ago—I heard that she was flown in from Eastern Europe?Who knows, it will be ruined soon anyway.
Richard rolled his eyes, letting the darkness engulf him.

The bathroom door opened, and a blushing man walked in with a mobile phone and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

"Hey little pumpkin, did you miss me? Dad is now attending a dinner party hosted by Mr. Bruce Wayne, that's right, Bruce."

He muttered and walked towards the cubicle. Richard struggled frantically and slammed on the partition door with all his might.

The man took a few steps back in surprise, and shouted loudly, "Uh, is there anyone?"

Click, Li Ang opened the door of the compartment, gently helped Richard stand up from the toilet, and at the same time slammed his waist and abdomen with his fingers in the dark, making him vomit involuntarily and crazily, unable to speak a word.

"This gentleman has been drinking too much, and I still can't get in touch with his wife." Li Ang said with a wry smile to the man, "I guess we will have to ask this gentleman to go to a certain guest room to rest for a while."

"Okay." The man looked at the messy brown-yellow vomit on the ground, and took two steps back in disgust, "You guys will come back to clean up this mess later, right, I mean the smell is really annoying."

"Yes, yes, I will call someone over when this gentleman finishes vomiting." Li Ang said meekly.
The childish chirping voice came from the mobile phone again, and the man hurriedly took some water from the tap to wipe his hands, and walked out of the bathroom, "I'm sorry, little princess, Dad didn't hear what you said just now. By the way, I kiss you in the kindergarten today." The damn one, heck, that boy's name is Adams, right?"

The footsteps faded away, and Richard gasped in despair.

"Hey, Mr. Sapa, why don't you say you don't follow the rules of the game?" Li Ang shook his head and sighed, dragging Richard's collar to another compartment, and pushed his head into the water for the third time, " In this case, I have no choice but to extend the time, now you need to hold your breath for 5 minutes."

Do not!
The feeling of suffocation was so familiar, Richard beat the edge of the ceramic toilet desperately, his palms were completely bloodied.

Suddenly, the fire sprinkler on the dome in the bathroom beeped sharply, and the rain poured down.

"Huh?" Li Ang frowned slightly, and the opening and closing of the shower head merged into Morse code in his mind, "No, yes, kill, people."

"Familiar behavior pattern, Batman? You're everywhere." He muttered to himself, loosening Richard's collar and letting him faint while leaning against the toilet.

"Whoever loves, people will always love; whoever respects, people will always respect; whoever kills, people will always kill." Li Ang stripped off all Richard's clothes and pants, leaving only a bloated and ugly white pig lying on the ground. on the ground.

"Ba Jin once said, bloodshed, vendetta, mutual hatred, mutual harm! Why is it always like that?" He tied Richard's loose clothes around his waist, whispered and opened the narrow ventilation window of the bathroom, and climbed from the window to the Outside the hotel.

"Because it's our nature"

Li Ang jumped back and forth between the walls of two high-rise buildings, landed in the alley, looked up at the brightly lit top floor of the hotel again, sighed and said: "Excessive kindness will inevitably bear bitter fruits."

(End of this chapter)