Seducing Goddesses With My Infinite Wealth-Chapter 53: Millionaire’s Son Slapped to the Face After He Sang a Brainrot Song

Chapter 53 - Millionaire’s Son Slapped to the Face After He Sang a Brainrot Song

The residential district sounded grand, but in reality, it was a makeshift village reserved for male outer disciples. This area was separated into three sub-districts: Pig’s Pens, Peasant Barrack, and Elite.

Pig’s Pen belonged to the outcast faction, condemned by Yin Qingming and his underlings. They were the minority who would soon be expelled or used as pawns in expeditions.

Peasant Barrack was self-explanatory. All outer disciples who submitted to Yin Qingming’s extortion could stay here and enjoy their slow-life, earning monthly allowance from the contribution hall and completing assignments in peace. However, none of them had a chance to be promoted and become an inner disciple due to their lack of talents and limited opportunities.

The Elite was the opposite of the two prior groups. They were either the chosen ones or noblemen’s children. Whether it be private tutoring, cultivation resources, or opportunities, members of this house zone monopolized everything.

Fu Tong entered the elite zone and found the assigned house. It was a modest, single-story wooden structure with a tiled roof and a wide front yard. Small fences surrounded the house, giving it an air of privacy and luxury.

However, the front door was wide open. Litters and junk riddled the front yard as though someone had been living there and messing with the house.

’Ah, was I late? Have those 3rd-rated villains from the Ouyang Clan already made their moves to intimidate me?’

Not all elites got along. The faction could be separated into five minor factions: the Ouyang, the Tang, the Yin, the Sword Fanatics, and the Lone Wolves. The Ouyang and Yin were secret spies of Yin Qingming. The Tang Clan princess led all the elite women while the Sword Fanatics only answered to their sect master, Li Wushuang. As for the lone wolves, they refused to join hands with anybody.

The most troublesome gang was the Ouyang Clan, which ranked third after the Tang Clan and the Yin Clan. They constantly got into conflicts with the Sword Fanatics, and brawls broke out every day.

Looking at the carnage around his supposed-to-be new house, Fu Tong was frustrated. He stormed into the building and found broken furniture inside. In the bedroom, Fu Tong found the culprit.

Lazing on a marble bed was a young man without a shirt. His toned physique and level 9 strength bolstered his confidence while the dyed red hair and strong odor of alcohol gave off clues of his personality.

Seeing Fu Tong enter the bedroom, the red-haired man sat up and gave him a meaningful look. Sensing Fu Tong’s level 9 cultivation base, he spat at Fu Tong’s shoe.

"Is it that time of the year? Ya must be the first ranker in the exam, eh? Too bad I own this house now. Ya can scram and go cry to your mommy, shoo, shoo!"

Fu Tong sighed. Despite knowing that provoking the red-haired man, Ouyang Jiehong, would incur the wrath of the Ouyang Clan of this mortal world, Fu Tong steeled his heart and walked toward the man. He seized the hooligan by his face.

Ouyang Jiehong was taken aback. He tried to resist, but Fu Tong’s arm and hand didn’t budge.

"B-BASTARD! LET ME GO! DO YOU KNOW WHO MY FATHER IS?!" The young master started reciting cringe lines.

Fu Tong dragged Ouyang Jiehong out of his house and muttered in a stern voice while exuding bloodlust.

"Vice Leader Ouyang Shirong of the Orthodox Alliance, I know."

"Ha! Now that you know, release me and kowtow to me! After I break all your arms and legs, I might forgive you!"

Fu Tong rolled his eyes and arrived at the front yard. He sighed deeply.

"Have you considered that I might kill you in this situation?"

"You dare?! You can’t kill me! Heh, before everything, how about I kill you first?!"

Ouyang Jiehong’s Qi erupted. Although Fu Tong’s fingers still clenched on his face, he gathered Qi in his fist and punched Fu Tong by his elbow, attempting to break his joints and bones.

A crisp crack echoed as the punch connected with bone.

However, it was not Fu Tong’s bones that were broken.

"AAAHHHH!!"

Ouyang Jiehong screamed and rubbed his left fist. All his fingers and knucklebones cracked, and he felt like he just punched the hard surface of an immovable metal plate.

Fu Tong looked up and saw the number "0" floating over his head, indicating no damage. Meanwhile, Ouyang Jiehong lost half of his HP bar.

Instead of crushing Ouyang Jiehong right there, Fu Tong contemplated his life choice and tried putting himself in a smart villain’s shoes.

’How would they handle enemies from two factions full of idiots?’

The answer instantly came up. Fu Tong gently slapped Ouyang Jiehong’s face and accidentally broke four of his teeth. He then grabbed the young man’s other hand and clenched it.

Just like that, Ouyang Jiehong’s right hand was also broken. His fingers were deformed and twisted at unnatural angles.

Ouyang Jiehong wailed once more, causing a stir in the community. Those who didn’t hear Fu Tong’s mnemonic verses gathered to see the commotion.

As observers gathered, Fu Tong declared in a low voice, but clear enough for everybody to hear.

"Long Baiqi of Long Clan sends his regards."

After dropping the name, Fu Tong tossed Ouyang Jiehong aside. He turned around and used his Qi, taking out the garbage in his house, and throwing them at the Ouyang boy. He slammed the door shut and sealed the place with a karma coin array.

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"Whoa..."

Just in time, Tang Youyan accidentally witnessed the one-sided beatdown. She never imagined her rival would be so pathetic.

She grinned, not because of the downfall or the humiliation of Ouyang Jiehong, but because she found Fu Tong’s resident. She took a mental note and rode her sword away, planning to visit him on the other dates. She also took notes of the new name.

’Who’s Long Baiqi? Should I consult with father? Anyway, I should write a letter to him and ask him about this.’

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