Flender's Mentality Collapsed...

"Grandpa?"

Hearing that, Flender could not help twitching at the corner of his mouth.

But when he thought of how, in Suotuo City, a Soul Sage like himself was already a top-tier expert, a sneer appeared on his lips. "Kid, in Suotuo City, let alone your grandpa, even if your ancestors came, they might not be my match."

Sword Douluo, who had originally not wanted to make a move, could no longer hold back after hearing that. He pushed the door open and entered, his Titled Douluo aura instantly enveloping the entire shop.

He fixed Flender with an icy gaze. "Flender, you've got some nerve!"

"Sword Douluo!"

The instant he saw Chen Xin, Flender's pupils contracted in shock. Cold sweat immediately drenched his back, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he involuntarily swallowed.

This kid was actually Sword Douluo's grandson...

Fuck!

He had really kicked an iron plate this time.

Flender groaned inwardly. He had never expected Sword Douluo's grandson to come to this tiny Suotuo City, much less enter his shop.

More importantly, this brat was already Sword Douluo's grandson, so why the hell was he still running around clutching his lousy stone?

He was clearly messing with him on purpose!

"Hehe, misunderstanding. It's all a misunderstanding, Senior Sword Douluo. I was just teasing your grandson."

Having lived for so many years, Flender naturally understood that since the other party had not attacked immediately, there was still room to smooth things over. He instantly piled on a smile. "It's just a stone. Consider it a meeting gift from me. I'll give it to your grandson."

"You think a worthless stone is enough to brush off my grandson? Do you take my grandson for a beggar on the street?" Sword Douluo narrowed his eyes, looking ready to attack at the slightest disagreement.

"How could I?"

Flender hurriedly said, "Little friend, take anything here that catches your eye. Consider it a gift from me."

As Sword Douluo's grandson, with Ning Fengzhi's personality, he should have been given whatever he wanted, right?

This pile of junk of his might not even be worth a glance from the other side.

"Then I'll take it all. Thanks!"

Chen Lang was not polite in the slightest. He directly said to Dai Mubai beside him, "What are you standing around for? Move the stuff. What kind of little brother are you? You've got no awareness at all."

"Huh?"

Dai Mubai froze, staring in astonishment at the kid he had just acknowledged as his big brother.

He truly had not expected the other party to be this shameless.

Someone gave you a meeting gift, and you were going to empty out their entire shop.

And the problem was, you wanted him to carry it all!

Did he not have any dignity?

"Do you still want your salary?" Chen Lang asked, shooting Dai Mubai a sidelong look as he raised a brow.

"Yes!"

The moment he heard "salary," Dai Mubai became much more obedient.

There was no helping it. All his money was with Chen Lang, and he did not even have a single Copper Soul Coin on him.

Without money, he would starve to death.

After giving Flender an apologetic look, Dai Mubai began moving things.

"..."

Watching this, Flender's mouth twitched, and his heart turned to ashes.

He had never imagined that Sword Douluo's grandson could be so thick-skinned!

He had only told him to pick out a few meeting gifts.

Yet this brat was going to empty his whole shop!

If your grandpa were not Sword Douluo, I'd kick your ass until it swelled up!

"..."

Sword Douluo's mouth twitched as well, and his old face could no longer hold up.

If outsiders had not been present, he would have kicked the brat already.

What use was this pile of junk?

But no one knew a grandson better than his grandfather. Sword Douluo felt that Chen Lang would not do this without reason.

So he did not speak up to stop him.

Besides, Flender had said that even his ancestors would be useless if they came, and he had even dared to extort his precious grandson.

He deserved to suffer this loss in silence.

If I don't spoil my own grandson, who will?

"Xiaobai, are you stupid? With so many Soul Tools here, there must be spatial Soul Tools. Just take one and store all this stuff inside."

Chen Lang directed Dai Mubai from the side. "If one Soul Tool isn't enough, use two!"

"..."

Hearing Chen Lang's words, Flender's heart bled.

Fuck, had he forgotten to check the almanac before leaving home today?

How had he run into such a shameless bastard?

He now wanted nothing more than to slap himself across the face. Why had he said so much?

Before long, Dai Mubai had emptied every last item from the shop, making Flender beside him feel as if he were having a heart attack.

Still, if losing this little bit of stuff could make Sword Douluo spare him, it was worth it.

Money was nothing but a worldly possession!

Flender consoled himself over and over in his heart. He even turned his head away. If Sword Douluo had not been there, he would have wanted to close his eyes.

Out of sight, out of mind.

"Oh, right. And that chair too. It looks like it'd be pretty comfortable to lie on, so take it with us."

Just as Flender turned away to comfort himself, Chen Lang's voice suddenly sounded by his ear again.

He could not take it anymore.

Fuck, you even want my lounge chair?!

You brat are worse than a bandit!

But when he saw Sword Douluo's threatening gaze, he bit his lower lip and revealed a wronged expression.

This baby was suffering, but this baby would not say it.

"No, you've got ten million Gold Soul Coins on you. Why are you taking his chair?" Seeing Flender's pitiful expression, Sword Douluo could no longer keep up appearances either and asked in a low voice.

"How can flowers at home compare to wildflowers? How can something you buy with your own money feel as good as taking something from someone else's home?"

Chen Lang spoke with complete conviction. "Besides, if you weren't my grandpa, this profiteer would've charged me a thousand Gold Soul Coins for a lousy stone. What's wrong with me taking his chair?"

"You should know that what I hate most in this life is profiteers!"

"Especially profiteers who extort pure, handsome, and dashing little boys like me!"

"He tried to extort me the moment I came in. Wouldn't everyone else who came here get extorted too?"

"Grandpa, I emptied his shop so this profiteer can't keep scamming people!"

"I'm getting rid of evil for the people!"

At that moment, a ray of sunlight shone through the crack in the door and fell upon Chen Lang. Paired with his righteous speech just now...

All that was missing was the BGM: The Light of Justice...

"Lang Ge, I never knew you were so far-sighted. It seems I'm still on the first floor while you're already in the stratosphere!" Dai Mubai was deeply shaken, even feeling reverence.

He had actually thought that way about Lang Ge just now. He was ashamed!

"..."

Flender was completely dumbfounded.

You brat emptied my shop, then turned around and called me a profiteer?

Was there no justice left in this world?!

Was there no heaven's law?!

But when he remembered that he had indeed entertained such thoughts earlier, Flender had no way to voice his bitterness.

I swear that once I get out of here, I'll turn over a new leaf!

"..."

Only Sword Douluo's mouth twitched.

He obviously did not believe Chen Lang's explanation. After all, he had watched this little brat grow up, so he knew his personality and character better than anyone.

But as his grandfather, he did not expose his own grandson.

"Alright, Grandpa, you can head back now. I'm getting ready to go to Shrek Academy." Seeing that the time was right, Chen Lang cast out a hook.

"Shrek Academy?"

Upon hearing those familiar words, Flender's eyes lit up.

Chen Lang clearly caught that detail and chuckled inwardly.

The fish is about to bite.