The God of Wealth felt... these three living fathers were truly impossible to deal with.
If you said they were here to test him... the intelligence they displayed was more jaw-dropping than the last.
If you said they were genuinely stupid... they had successfully, thoroughly, clumsily, absurdly, yet naturally and smoothly... dragged him completely into this mess.
And now this was great.
These three living fathers wanted to silence him! Kill him to keep his mouth shut!
Fuck, silence me!?
Then go look for the God of Wealth!?
You people dared to write this plot, but I wouldn't even dare believe it!
The three of them had apparently begun holding a meeting, discussing matters among themselves.
Lu Chengwen looked like some big shot in charge of making decisions and delivering the final word;
Long Aotian looked like a senior strategist, endlessly providing ideas, plans, and specific measures;
Zhao Ritian looked like the primary executor, good at listening and raising questions and constructive suggestions at crucial moments...
One of Lu Chengwen's hands hovered in the air, swaying lightly as he explained his core view on the matter. "Thirty billion isn't a small sum, and it has nothing to do with us. But! We absolutely cannot let it fall into Tianwang's hands! Even if we have to use it to take Martial Uncle clubbing and let him stuff it into escort girls' bras, we can't leave it to those Tianwang bastards! Xue Ning, coffee."
"Exactly."
Long Aotian said, "But you can't spend thirty billion just by clubbing! First, we need to find the God of Wealth, beat him up, humiliate him, torture him, and scare him! Make him hand over the money! After that, the money should provide frontline soldiers with good food, supplies, and daily necessities."
Zhao Ritian said, "For justice,