Truly Hitting Oneself (Seeking Follow-up Reads, Collections, Monthly Tickets, Recommendations, and Investments)

"Amitabha. Young benefactor, could you spare Benefactor Lester this once? As the saying goes, when will revenge ever end? Rather than kill Benefactor Lester like this and commit the sin of slaughter, why not let him spend the rest of his life redeeming the mistakes he has made?" Kingpin seemed to understand Bullseye's plea for help. He pressed his palms together, squeezed a trace of sincere compassion out of that face full of bulging flesh, and looked at Robet as he spoke softly.

"..." Looking at the wildly incongruous Kingpin before him, Robet fell silent for a moment. He did know a fair bit about the profession of monks. After all, putting aside the fact that Krillin in the Dragon Ball World had been a monk of the Shaolin Temple, Buddhism had always been passed down in the country Robet had lived in before his transmigration, and monks were hardly rare in all sorts of literary and film works.

But whether those monks were good or bad, the vast majority of them had relatively kindly appearances. In Robet's eyes, the Kingpin before him—over two meters tall, covered in muscle, with so much flesh piled on his face that even squeezing out a smile looked difficult—looked far more vicious than Lu Zhishen!

"Sorry. No." However, Robet quickly came back to himself. He had no intention of changing his way of doing things just because he needed to deal with Kingpin to obtain information on the talismans. After all, Bullseye had set his sights on Smallville and might threaten his family, so Robet naturally could not let him go.

With a boom, the moment Robet finished speaking, the energy wave in Bullseye's mouth exploded directly. A large amount of blood sprayed backward out of Bullseye's mouth and nose, and very soon, Bullseye