My Co-renting Lady Boss
Chapter 71 - 0071: Give Five Hundred

Chapter 71: Chapter 0071: Give Five Hundred

"You’re giving me just a little bit, you’ve got to be kidding, right?"

Tang Ming scoffed, "When you stole money from others, did you ever think about leaving them a little?"

"I need the money urgently, I’m not asking you for all of it, just a part would suffice."

The girl’s face was filled with desperation.

"No way, that money is ill-gotten, I won’t give it to you."

Tang Ming shook his head and was about to leave.

The girl suddenly sprang in front of him, pleading urgently, "Please, I’m begging you, just think of it as helping me out, I really need it."

"Even so, it’s not happening."

Tang Ming folded his arms and watched the girl block his path, dissatisfied, he said, "Stop blocking the way, will you? You had some skill earlier, now you’re thinking of switching to robbery?"

"What do I have to do for you to be willing to give me the money?"

The girl was on the verge of tears, overwhelmed with a sense of powerlessness.

"No matter what, it won’t work."

Tang Ming shook his head decisively, not in the mood to be polite with this kind of thief, not beating her up was already him taking into account that she was a girl.

"I..."

The girl, frustrated, stamped her foot, unable to find a way to deal with Tang Ming, who was infuriatingly stubborn.

"You might as well go back on the street and pick another rich victim with all the time you’re wasting here with me – the money would probably already be in your hands."

Tang Ming pointed to the bustling street and said indifferently.

"I’m a person with principles; I only steal from bad people and those rich who are unkind, I don’t steal from ordinary people. It’s getting late now, and it’s really hard to find a bad person."

The girl looked at the street and sighed.

"Wow, you really do have principles."

Tang Ming chuckled, but he believed her to some extent, knowing that her jumping out to help the old lady showed she had some kindness in her heart.

Thinking this, Tang Ming asked the girl, "What do you need the money for?"

"It’s none of your business, I just need it urgently. Five hundred will do."

Seeing Tang Ming relent, the girl’s eyes lit up with hope as she spoke to Tang Ming.

"Five hundred?"

It wasn’t much. Tang Ming counted out five hundred bills from his pocket and handed them over.

"Thank you!"

The girl took the money, pocketed it, and left without giving Tang Ming a single glance, turning to walk away after leaving a remark.

Tang Ming smiled boredly and then turned to walk down the street back to the villa.

By the time he got back to the villa, it was ten o’clock at night, and the sky was pitch black. Fortunately, the servants hadn’t gone to bed yet; as soon as Tang Ming entered, he was immediately stopped by Uncle Quan.

"Uncle Quan, sorry I got held up a bit tonight and came back late," Tang Ming apologized.

After listening, Uncle Quan nodded with a stern but calm demeanor, saying in an even tone, "Tang Ming, you’ve been at the villa for quite some time now. I don’t need to say much more, but your responsibility is as a bodyguard, primarily to ensure the young lady’s safety. The night, however, is when it is easiest for incidents to occur. Don’t think that the many security guards around the villa will be of much use against those powerful individuals. So, it’s better for you to go out less in the future."

"Yeah, got it," Tang Ming acknowledged awkwardly, nodding before quickly heading upstairs.

Although Uncle Quan, the old man, usually seemed amiable, when it came to matters concerning the Liu Family, he was absolutely uncompromising. Tang Ming’s role as a bodyguard fell under his jurisdiction, but Tang Ming had a habit of in one ear, out the other—it’d be a miracle if he took it seriously.

Once back in his room, Tang Ming couldn’t wait to dump out the poisonous substances from the bag onto the table. He grabbed a water cup, filled it at the water dispenser, and sat down to frantically gobble them up.

The incredibly toxic dried centipedes and scorpions were quickly swallowed by Tang Ming. In no time, several pounds of the poison were devoured like a cyclone sweeping away the leaves.

To put it in perspective, Lin Xue, who had a decently strong constitution, nearly ended up in the hospital poisoned after eating just half a dried centipede. The fact that Tang Ming could swallow so much in one go demonstrated how fiercely potent the poison inside him was.

After eating the poisonous substances, Tang Ming took a sip of water and waited a moment. His face began to redden as he thought, "Not bad, much better than that rat poison."

When he was in North Africa or at home, Tang Ming used to practice cultivation almost every day. But since he started working as a bodyguard, the frequency had decreased. For one thing, without the old man’s supervision, he had become much lazier, and for another, lacking Spiritual Energy here, he couldn’t practice on his own and could only rely on poison to improve his cultivation. Being broke didn’t make acquiring poison any easier; if it wasn’t for the recent windfall, he wouldn’t have dared to buy poison.

These things like dried centipedes and scorpions were more expensive one than the other. Back in the day, in North Africa, he could easily find creatures dozens of times more toxic than these like Black Widow spiders—it was nothing like Songlan City, where it was impossible to find even some toxic insects.

A city is a city, devoid of those venomous creatures that can only survive in harsh environments, but the complicated human hearts here can sometimes be even more insidious than the most venomous creatures.

Feeling the changes in his body, Tang Ming quickly locked his door, then stripped off his clothes and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He mentally recited the techniques from the cultivation manual and started to gather Martial Energy within himself, protecting the vital meridians throughout his body. His abdomen turned into a Melting Furnace, tirelessly grinding away the poison, absorbing the toxins, and slowly gathering them together.

This process took some time, and as Tang Ming protected his meridians from the immediate spread of the poison with Martial Energy, he pressed the toxins in his abdomen together, forming a clump. Only then could the poison exert its maximum effectiveness and power.

After about fifteen minutes, Tang Ming had completely digested the poisonous substances. The concentrated toxicity of several pounds of poison merged into a fiery, deadly current, scorching everything in its path, causing intense abdominal pain.

But Tang Ming had already sealed off the vital points throughout his body with Martial Energy, so the violent toxic current couldn’t pass through. Although it made his abdomen burn as if it were a furnace, it was a normal occurrence that Tang Ming was used to.

Enduring the severe toxicity, beads of sweat formed on Tang Ming’s forehead. He circulated the Martial Energy inside him to envelop the toxic current and then began bombarding his entire body’s acupoints. Each assault caused severe pain, and every time he underwent a Grand Circulation through his whole body, it left him extremely fatigued and in pain.

Because the stimuli were toxic currents, if he used something harmless to the human body like Spiritual Energy, it wouldn’t feel like this at all, but more like the comfortable sensation of soaking in a hot spring.

Tang Ming kept enduring the extreme pain as he continually bombarded and cultivated...

Finally, after more than an hour, he opened his eyes and exhaled a wisp of dark energy. At this time, his whole body emitted a sweat stench so foul that anyone who smelled it would instinctively hold their breath. Additionally, many tiny black spots appeared on his skin—the unabsorbed toxic impurities that needed to be thoroughly cleansed away.