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But his voice was dry as a bone. "Th-thank you, sir."

The man sitting in the leather chair, his body hidden deep within the dark curtain of rain, let out a laugh. His voice was brimming with malice and mockery. "No need to thank me."

"And don't worry. None of the seven of you will get sick."

"The Rain God will... bless you."

When those last few words left his mouth, Liu Dalong finally caught a clear look at the terrifying monster sitting there, aided by a faint flash of light streaking across the sky.

Then his scalp went numb.

Huazhou's richest man, Shui Wuyuan! Seafood tycoon! Real estate big shot! King of roasting people! Shui Wuyuan, who made it rain wherever he went!

Why was Shui Wuyuan here in the dead of night?! Shouldn't he have been sleeping in his luxurious bed dozens of meters wide?!

Only then did Liu Dalong vaguely recall that there seemed to have been news on the trending searches about Shui Wuyuan and that garbage-picking Immortal Pretty Boy. The two of them seemed to... know each other?

Liu Dalong could not stop himself from shuddering as ice pellets struck his head again. In that instant, he felt like his brain was no longer enough to process this, and he even began to suspect that Shui Wuyuan was not human.

Could he be some terrifying demon who had come to the human world to rule it?! And was becoming the richest man the first step toward ruling the world?!

Liu Dalong's wild imagination was still spiraling deeper when he suddenly heard an impatient knock on the table.

Liu Dalong immediately lowered his head and turned away. "S-sorry for disturbing you!"

Then he ran.

As he ran, he inexplicably felt as though he had truly regained some strength, but... he would really rather faint on the spot or have all of this be a nightmare, ahhh!

But in the end, Liu Dalong did not get his wish.

He and his six underlings dozed in the car for a little over two hours before waking up. When they awoke and saw the clear blue sky after the rain, they actually felt refreshed and invigorated. The youngest underling, Liu Xiaomao, stretched hard, his face full of surprise.

"Big Brother! I feel like I'm bursting with energy and not tired at all! I feel like I could pick up trash for ten hours straight!"

Hearing that, Liu Dalong shot his underling an incredibly conflicted glare. Had this brainless idiot already made picking up trash part of his daily routine?!

"Hey, Big Brother, Xiaomao's right. I thought we'd spent all night picking up trash, gotten scared half to death, and been soaked by the rain, so we'd definitely get sick today. But we're completely fine?"

"This must be the power of youth! Full of vigor, strong bodies!"

Liu Dalong forced out a fake smile. That was because you didn't know we'd been cursed by the Rain God. Strong bodies were so that we could keep picking up trash without stopping!

But looking at his six underlings, who had finally recovered their spirits, Liu Dalong ultimately decided to shoulder everything alone.

He furtively glanced twice more toward the luxurious recliners. Those two seemed to be talking and were not paying attention to this side, which made Liu Dalong breathe a small sigh of relief.

Before, he had been quite afraid that those two big shots would do something terrifying. But after one night, aside from being beaten up at the beginning and drenched through by the rain, they had not suffered any further harm.

Leaving aside Boss Water, who had never had a good temper, at least that Immortal Pretty Boy seemed relatively mild-mannered and would not wipe them out root and branch. Liu Dalong had been a minor gang leader for a long time, and he had at least some accuracy when judging people.

He thought that as long as his brothers properly helped the Immortal Pretty Boy pick up trash here, Boss Water probably would not care about them either. And if he did not care, he would not make things difficult for them or torment them...

Liu Dalong sighed mournfully in his heart. It seemed that picking up trash truly was going to become his brothers' daily routine.

Just as Liu Dalong was sorrowfully bidding farewell to his life as a gang leader, his sharpest-eyed third brother suddenly grabbed his arm. "Big Brother! That little bastard Zhang Feng is here!"

That one sentence was like a signal, instantly making all seven, exhausted and terrified after a whole night, turn to look.

Zhang Feng had come with Meng Tiantian and Niu Zhuang again. After all, they had been the first streamers to make a "garbage-picking video," so they had ridden quite a wave of traffic and gained plenty from it.

They had originally planned to make only one episode, but the garbage-picking videos had continued climbing in popularity after the appearances of the Immortal Pretty Boy and Shui Wuyuan, with no sign of dropping. Of course they had come back to make another killing.

Zhang Feng had even already planned out how he would film today, what he would shoot, and what kind of show he would put on—

Last night, he had specifically hired Liu Dalong and the others to come dump the trash again. He could first get a good look at that garbage-picking, surgically enhanced Xiaobai acting frantic, furious, or miserably upset. Then he would film it, righteously condemn the people who dumped the trash, and draw another wave of attention to himself.

If that surgically enhanced Xiaobai was not upset or anxious at all, then Zhang Feng could secretly mock him, saying that he really was putting on a show—otherwise, why would he have no reaction at all?

Even if that surgically enhanced Xiaobai was not here, it did not matter. That would mean he had already gained enough popularity and attention, and had gone back to prepare for his debut.

Thinking this, Zhang Feng began to smile smugly. Look, what did it matter if someone was handsome and knew famous people? Anyone who did not understand hype would forever become someone else's stepping stone!

He would use that so-called Human Immortal Pretty Boy as a stepping stone to rise. He definitely would—

?!

Zhang Feng was still immersed in his beautiful fantasy when he suddenly found everything before his eyes going dark. The newly risen sun had been completely blocked by someone.

He looked up in confusion and saw Liu Dalong and his six companions staring at him with bizarrely sarcastic grins, cold smiles, mocking smiles, sneers, sinister smiles, every kind of smile imaginable.

Zhang Feng instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he still steadied himself. "Uh, are you brothers here to pick up trash too? Looks like... looks like our garbage-picking livestream really did have some effect."

Liu Dalong gave two dry laughs at that. He glanced at the phones in the hands of Meng Tiantian and Niu Zhuang, who stood uneasily beside Zhang Feng, then put on a standard vicious expression. "You had a fart of an effect! I don't watch livestreams at all."