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Chapter 263 - 188: Obsession with Wealth is an Illness, Seek Treatment!

Chapter 263: Chapter 188: Obsession with Wealth is an Illness, Seek Treatment!

"Awoo! Huff huff! Crackle crackle!"

Meng Lang watched, completely dumbstruck, as Ah Xing devoured the food on the table with a chicken leg in his left hand and a rack of lamb in his right, fully unleashing his eating power.

With a bulging cheek, he wielded a chicken leg in and out of his mouth as if he were scraping it clean with a boning knife.

He even crunched and chewed the cartilage to smithereens before swallowing it down. Not a bit was wasted.

Before he and Cheng Biao had barely taken a few bites, half of the dishes were already gone.

"Ahem!" Cheng Biao’s face turned slightly awkward as he gave a light cough.

But Ah Xing didn’t take the hint at all.

"Cousin, why don’t you eat? The timing is perfect! Awoo!"

That only made things more awkward.

"Er... Brother Meng, sorry for the embarrassment, this brother of mine has a rather large appetite."

"It’s all good, haha, a small appetite wouldn’t get him that physique. Looking at his muscles, Brother Ah Xing must have trained properly, right?"

With that appetite and physique, no wonder he had chosen him as his bodyguard.

"Yep! Ah Xing and I are both from Hujian, he grew up in a monastery and has been practicing Five Ancestor Fist since he was young.

You might think he’s a bit daft, but he can easily take on more than a dozen ordinary men when it comes to fighting."

"Oh!" So they were fellow townspeople who had left their hometown together; no wonder they were so close.

"What is this Five Ancestor Fist? I’ve never heard of it before?"

Cheng Biao began to explain.

The "Five Ancestor Fist" was created by Jinjiang martial scholar Cai Yuming during the Xianfeng period of the Qing Dynasty.

He absorbed the essence of the great masters and combined Dazun, Taizu, Xingzhe, Luohan, and White Crane Fist to create this unique form of kung fu, which is widespread in Southern Fujian and Southeast Asia.

Five Ancestor Fist is known for its fierce and powerful form, majestic momentum, and robust and vigorous force, and is often referred to as "Vajra Force."

Hmm... that sounds formidable indeed.

Meng Lang nodded continuously.

The top fighter he had chosen among the masses for his brother was definitely not lacking in strength, and being able to take on a dozen or so men probably wasn’t an exaggeration on Cheng Biao’s part.

He just wondered who was stronger compared to Yan Weiwei?

If Ah Xing were given the "overclocking potion," could he take on that "assassin" head-to-head?

He was still looking forward to obtaining a tissue sample from that "assassin."

Even if it meant trading blow for blow, it would certainly be worth it!

With that thought, he couldn’t help but add another chicken leg to Ah Xing’s plate...

That gesture immediately brought a grateful look from Ah Xing.

Although he was too full of food to speak, that gleam in his eyes definitely showed a significant boost in his fondness.

"Brother Meng, come, let me drink to you first!" Cheng Biao raised his cup.

"That day, in the presence of so many, you were the only one willing to step forward and speak out for justice. This drink is to thank you, brother!"

After downing his drink, Cheng Biao refilled his cup.

"This one is to the kindness of saving my life! We met by chance, but you were willing to help me. There’s no need for words; from now on, your business is my business, Cheng Biao’s business!

I can’t promise much, but here in Su City, if you mention Cheng Biao’s name, the folks on the street will give you some respect!" He downed another cup.

"Brother Biao, you’re being too serious. It’s all a matter of fate, and besides, helping others is helping oneself.

If you keep being so formal with me, I’ll truly feel unworthy."

When Meng Lang said he felt unworthy, he really did feel unworthy.

Not to mention the Bitcoins worth over three hundred million he had given away, which was indeed a "generous act of righteousness"!

And needless to say, in the few times when the brothers plotted against the assassin, wasn’t Brother Biao always the first to rush in?

Who volunteered eagerly to become the first "Patient Zero" for the laboratory experiments? It was you!

Who pushed me out in a crisis, allowing me to escape with only my legs lost? It was you!

And who acted as a decoy on the outskirts, ultimately becoming a lamented name on the "108 Fallen" list?

It was still you, Brother Biao!

That spirit of not fearing hardship, fatigue, or death is truly commendable; it’s like being our company’s external employee of the month!

If you need money, I’ll give money; if you need people, I’ll provide people. After all this, you’re still grateful to me...

What a good man!

"Brother Biao, come! I must drink to you."

"Why?" Cheng Biao was stunned for a moment.

"To the peace of the mountains and rivers, the safety of all living beings, the clarity of rivers and seas, and the tranquility of every year!"

"Uh..."

He responded somewhat perplexedly as he clinked glasses with Meng Lang.

That’s the sophistication of a cultured man, making a toast that leaves others lost in the fog.

After three rounds of drinks, he started to feel the effects of the alcohol and reached for some food to sober up, only to realize that the table was almost empty.

"Can you slow down, haven’t you eaten today?"

Seeing Ah Xing still voraciously dealing with the food in front of him, almost having finished the meal intended for three, Cheng Biao couldn’t help but kick him.

"Mmm!" Ah Xing struggled to swallow the food in his mouth and looked at Cheng Biao with a pitiful expression.

"Brother Biao, didn’t you tell me not to fight anymore? I even sent all my money to my master recently, so for the past few days, I’ve only been eating until I’m 70% full.

This morning, I was too busy catching a bicycle thief and only had three buns to eat.

You know me, Brother Biao, three buns are barely enough to fill the gaps between my teeth..."

"You..."

Cheng Biao paused for a moment, then his expression turned a bit dim, and he felt an inexplicable sense of desolation.

When had Brother Biao, who used to be so surrounded by followers and so glorious, fallen to the point where he could barely support his own brothers...

"Sigh! Brother Meng, sorry for making a fool of myself."

Cheng Biao let out a long sigh and grabbed a bottle of white liquor from the table and drank down half the bottle in one go, his face flushing red immediately.

"Brother Biao, have you run into some trouble recently?" Meng Lang asked.

"Sigh! No need to hide it from you, brother, I am filled with regret!" Perhaps driven by the alcohol, Cheng Biao slapped his thigh in frustration and began to pour out his grievances.

"I regret not judging people correctly, putting my trust in a villain.

Even more, I regret thinking I was clever!

The thing I hate the most in life is high technology! High technology has deceived me!" Cheng Biao said with a face full of remorse.

I was really dumb, really. I only knew that Bitcoin retains its value and is secret, but I never thought that if I lost the account and password, I would never get it back...

"If heaven would give me another chance, I, Cheng Biao, swear that I’ll cut all ties with high-tech in this lifetime!" Cheng Biao gritted his teeth in anger.

If it were someone else, they might be utterly confused, but Meng Lang...

Uh... I understand your pain, all of it!

Seeing the timing was about right, Meng Lang felt it was time to start his performance...

"It seems Brother Biao also has a story...

But one’s destiny is predetermined by heaven, so there’s no need to fret over it too much."

"Destiny? Everything I have now was fought for with my own hands, I don’t believe in fate!"

"Heh heh! I see that Brother Biao’s forehead is dark, but now there’s a sign that it’s dissipating. Could it be that you’ve recently faced some imprisonment?"

"Huh?!" Cheng Biao’s hand, which was just about to raise a glass, suddenly froze, and his eyes widened in an instant!

"How... how do you know?"

He... has he known me for a long time?

"Heh heh!" As if he saw through the other person’s thoughts, Meng Lang chuckled.

"River Map and Luo Book extend to Eight Diagrams, Eight Diagrams to Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi discerns Yin and Yang, checks the Five Elements.

Everything in this world has its own rules, I merely know a bit about divination and physiognomy."

Cheng Biao didn’t understand, but he felt an inexplicable sense of awe.

Just now Meng Lang mentioned he had read a fortune for him before leaving home; he thought Meng Lang was just a bit superstitious, but now it looked like...

Could it be that this guy really had some tricks up his sleeve?

Having been in the game for so many years, Cheng Biao respected ghosts and gods, but having seen all sorts of cons in the world, he naturally wasn’t so easily convinced.

"Brother Meng, you hit the nail on the head! How about... you take another look for me?" Cheng Biao said, holding onto the thought that trying wouldn’t cause any loss.

That’s exactly the sentence I’ve been waiting for!

Meng Lang looked him up and down with a slight smile then momentarily pondered.

"Your forehead is dark, but your complexion is rosy, and the Red Bird Star is apparent, indicating your relationships with women are good. However, this Red Bird Star is faintly suffused with a golden hue...

The Red Bird Star and the Wealth Palace usually conflict, yet now they seem to be mixing together...

I’m afraid that your partner... might lead to financial loss!"

"Smack!"

The cup in Cheng Biao’s hand slammed onto the table. His eyes bulged, and he looked at Meng Lang with an incredulous expression.

"You... you..."

Shocked, right?

Being shocked is the right response!

The so-called art of divination is nothing but an esoteric doctrine derived from the Yi Jing.

From this perspective, I’m an absolute authority in the lineage of divination.

Even arguably the sole inheritor of an unbroken line!

With "River Map and Luo Book" in hand, who could be more authentic than me? Who could have a more legitimate lineage than me?

Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng!

In front of me, they are all little brothers!

I have the scriptures in hand, the sham is mine!

"Elder Meng... oh no! Master Meng, could you please calculate whether I can find something very important that I’ve lost?"

Cheng Biao looked hopeful, as if he had found a ray of hope.

Meng Lang frowned upon hearing this.

I became a fortune-teller to save you, not to help you find things.

Brother, obsession with wealth is a disease that needs to be cured!

He went through the motions, pretending to calculate and ponder for a while.

"This... I’m afraid it’s quite difficult!"

"Ah? Why?"

"I see glimmers of gold on your face; you must have lost money, right?"

"Yes! You’re right again!"

"Judging from your facial features, your Wealth Palace is in the west, but the west is associated with metal and represents killing and danger. It’s a treacherous place!

If you wish to find what you’ve lost, not only will you face many difficulties, but you may also encounter a bloody disaster.

At the very least, you will experience incessant calamities, and at worst, it could endanger your life!"

"What?!" Cheng Biao was startled.

His first instinct was to be skeptical.

After all, this was contrary to what he hoped for in his heart, and people always prefer to believe the answers they wish to hear.

But... thinking back on how he was bitten by a mad dog the moment he stepped into First-class Residence,

And almost vaccinated with a fake one— the consequences were unthinkable...

Isn’t this a bloody disaster, threatening his life?

Has he... hit the nail on the head again?

"Then... then what should I do? Does this mean I’ll never be able to find it again?"

"No no no, what I mean is, there is no need to force things.

The more you actively search for something, the less likely you are to find it.

The comings and goings of all things in the world have their own timing..."

Meng Lang’s smile was filled with hidden meaning.

"This... What does that mean?" Cheng Biao was puzzled.

"It means that the more you can’t let go, the more likely you are to lose it; the more you try to hold on, the faster it disappears.

Life is always chasing endless desires, leading to constant anxiety.

Only by learning to let go of obsessions, will your lost wealth naturally return to you!"

"This..."

Let go of obsessions?

So the general idea... is that I just have to lay back and wait?