169: Chapter 169 Physical Salvation! The Gatling Gun Bodhisattva, Revolving 3,600 Times in a Breath!

Su Yang gently hooked his index finger backward.

There was no deafening sound of gunpowder exploding.

Only a hum of an electric motor, deep enough to make one's heart numb, echoed through the spacious living room.

"Vrrrm—"

The sound grew increasingly sharp.

Immediately after, the six dark gold gun barrels erupted with a blinding purple-gold light.

Boom!

An incomparably thick beam of thunderfire light surged directly out from the muzzle!

This beam was not a single bullet, but a torrent of energy formed by hundreds of thunderfire energy rounds per second.

The extreme heat instantly drained the oxygen from the room.

Su Yang slightly shifted his wrist by half an inch.

The muzzle avoided Tiger Zhao, who was kneeling on the ground, and swept directly toward the dozen or so men in black behind him.

The purple-gold beam swept across.

There were no screams.

There were no scenes of blood splattering.

The dozen or so tall and sturdy men in black, the moment they came into contact with the thunderfire beam, were like snowflakes under the scorching sun, vaporized along with their bones and flesh!

Only a dozen piles of human-shaped black ash remained on the ground.

The beam did not lose momentum.

It slammed fiercely into the load-bearing wall and the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite.

The bulletproof glass instantly melted into liquid glass.

The reinforced concrete wall was like a piece of fragile tofu, burned clean through to create a large hole two meters in diameter.

The violent thunderfire beam shot out of the hotel building, turning into a brilliant pillar of light that soared into the sky, instantly piercing through the thick clouds over the capital and leaving behind a huge circular vacuum hole.

"Click."

Su Yang released the trigger.

The rotation speed of the gun barrels gradually slowed down.

The dark gold gun barrels were burned bright red, the thunder formation patterns on them flashing wildly, rapidly absorbing and converting the heat.

It had only fired for two seconds.

The entire presidential suite was unrecognizable.

Gale-force winds poured into the room through the large hole in the wall, blowing the black ash on the floor into the sky.

Tiger Zhao still maintained his kneeling position on the ground.

He did not move at all.

He seemed to have turned into a stone statue.

The beam had just grazed his scalp, and the extreme heat had instantly burned away all his hair and eyebrows, leaving his head completely bald, even emitting a few wisps of smoke.

A breeze blew by.

A few flakes of black ash landed on the tip of his nose.

Tiger Zhao sluggishly turned his head to look behind him.

It was completely empty.

The dozen or so trusted brothers who had been following him and showing off just a moment ago were all gone now.

Except for the charred marks on the carpet and a few piles of bone ash, not even a single hair remained.

"Drip."

A drop of yellow liquid dripped from Tiger Zhao's pant leg onto the carpet.

He had wet himself.

This boss, who could call for wind and rain in the capital's underground world and was known for his ruthlessness, had been completely scared out of his wits.

His brain had completely stopped thinking.

Is this a power that a human can possess?

What kind of divine Magic Treasure is this weirdly shaped heavy weapon?!

It wasn't just Tiger Zhao who was scared silly.

Lin Lang, standing at the door of the master bedroom, was similarly shocked to the point of numbness.

She stared blankly at the melted hole in the wall, her rosy lips slightly parted.

As a Yaochi Holy Maiden, she had seen countless powerful Spells.

However.

Any Spell of great power required long periods of charging, complex hand seals, and lengthy incantations.

Unlike this Magic Treasure in Su Yang's hands, which required no pre-actions, just a hook of a finger, and could unleash destructive power comparable to a full-force strike from a Peak Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

And this kind of attack was continuous!

It completely subverted the common sense of the cultivation world!

"Master... what kind of Divine Ability is this?" Lin Lang's voice trembled, her eyes filled with awe.

Su Yang shouldered the thunderfire gatling, the muzzle still emitting faint purple smoke.

He turned to look at Lin Lang, a smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"This is called the Namo Gatling Bodhisattva."

"3,600 revolutions per breath, the Great Compassion saves the world."

"No matter what evil paths or golden body protections you have, as long as the firepower is fierce enough, there is no Soul that cannot be saved. Caliber is truth, and rate of fire is justice. Understand?"

Lin Lang blinked, appearing to understand but not quite.

Although she didn't understand what "gatling" and "caliber" meant, she was deeply shocked.

Turning to look at Tiger Zhao on the ground, Su Yang held the barrel and used the hot gun stock to lift Tiger Zhao's chin.

"Hey, come back to your senses."

The high temperature of the gun stock made Tiger Zhao shudder violently.

"Sir! Living immortal! Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me!"

Tiger Zhao lay on the ground like a pile of mud, kowtowing frantically, his forehead hitting the floor with a "thud-thud" sound, and blood soon began to flow.

"Weren't you quite arrogant just now? You even wanted to break my legs?" Su Yang's tone was flat.

"I was blind! I was pig-headed! As long as you spare my life, all my money is yours!" Tiger Zhao begged incoherently.

Su Yang nodded.

"Good. I am a reasonable person. If I say I'm buying your life, then I'm buying your life."

"Now, call your finance department immediately. Transfer all shares of the Sea Emperor Palace club, and transfer all liquid funds into my account. If even a penny is missing, I will use this gun to give you a full-body therapy."

How could Tiger Zhao dare to hesitate?

He took out his phone with trembling hands from his pocket and dialed the financial director's number.

As soon as the call connected, Tiger Zhao roared at the top of his lungs.

"Immediately! Transfer all the cash in the company's account, plus my personal overseas savings, into a designated account! Prepare the equity transfer agreement overnight and transfer Sea Emperor Palace to Mr. Su! If it's not done within five minutes, I'll skin you alive!"

The financial director on the other end of the phone was stunned by the roar, and not daring to ask any questions in the middle of the night, immediately began to operate.

Su Yang gave Tiger Zhao one of Mary's overseas anonymous accounts.

Time passed minute by minute.

The presidential suite was so quiet that only the sound of the wind outside could be heard.

Five minutes later.

Su Yang's phone rang once.

He received a text message about a deposit from an overseas bank.

A full 2.5 billion RMB.

Immediately after, an electronic version of the equity transfer agreement was sent to Su Yang's email, with the official seal of Sea Emperor Palace already stamped on it.

Tiger Zhao lay on the ground, carefully lifting his head, his eyes filled with pleading.

"Sir... the money has been transferred. Sea Emperor Palace is now yours. Can I go now?"

Su Yang looked at the balance on his phone and satisfiedly put the phone into his pocket.

Money is something that Cultivators don't care much about, but in the secular world, you can't move an inch without it. Supporting Chu Ling, Mary, and Lin Lang, these bottomless pits, will definitely cost a lot in the future.

"You can go." Su Yang put away the thunderfire gatling and threw it into the System space.

Tiger Zhao felt as if he had been granted an amnesty.

He felt like he had walked through the gates of hell. Although he had lost his fortune, he had at least saved his life. As long as he was alive, with his connections in the capital, he could always make a comeback.

He scrambled to his feet and turned to run out the door.

Just as he reached the door.

Su Yang's calm voice came from behind.

"Chu Ling, see Boss Zhao out. Taking the stairs is too slow, just let him go through the window."

Tiger Zhao, who had just reached the door, stiffened.

He turned his head sharply, his eyes full of despair and anger.

"You broke your word! You took my money!"

"I only said you could leave, I didn't say you could leave alive." Su Yang sat on the sofa, not even looking up at him.

Su Yang never showed mercy when dealing with such underworld bullies. If he let him go today, who knows what kind of dirty tricks this person might use to retaliate in the dark tomorrow. Eliminating the roots is the safest method.

Chu Ling's figure flashed like a ghost.

She appeared instantly in front of Tiger Zhao.

Her pale palm grabbed Tiger Zhao's neck, just like picking up a duck waiting to be slaughtered.

"Spare me..." Tiger Zhao gasped for air as he was strangled, his legs kicking wildly in the air.

Chu Ling was expressionless, carrying Tiger Zhao with one hand, and walked directly to the large hole in the wall.

This was the 88th floor.

Looking down from here, the streets below were like glowing thin lines, and the cars were smaller than ants.

Chu Ling threw him away casually.

Tiger Zhao's fat body traced a parabola and fell directly into the boundless night.

"Ah—!"

The shrill scream echoed in the night sky, getting quieter and quieter until finally, it couldn't be heard at all.

Su Yang stood up and stretched.

This middle-of-the-night commotion was quite energy-consuming.

He turned to look at Lin Lang, who was still standing at the bathroom door in a daze.

"Maid Lin, don't just stand there. Go call the front desk; this room is drafty and can't be slept in. Have them arrange another suite. By the way, tell them to fix the door lock at the entrance."

Lin Lang swallowed and nodded quickly.

"Yes, Master, I'll go do it right away."

Just then.

The door to room 8801 next door was pushed open.

Mary, wearing a set of pink silk pajamas and carrying a blood-dripping dagger, walked in while yawning.

"Boss, what happened? Why is it so noisy in the middle of the night?"

Mary glanced at the broken glass all over the living room floor, then at the large hole in the wall, a flash of excitement in her sapphire blue eyes.

"Did some blind thing come to cause trouble? Just now, a few lackeys downstairs also wanted to smash the door; I slit all their throats and stuffed them into the utility room."

Su Yang rubbed his temples.

"Just a few mosquitoes, they've been cleaned up. Go to sleep, we have serious business to attend to tomorrow."

Meanwhile.

In a mysterious building more than ten kilometers away from the Longteng Hotel.

This was the capital headquarters of the 749 Bureau.

In the monitoring center on the third basement level, alarms were blaring everywhere.

On the huge electronic screen, a ball of red light representing extreme danger was flashing wildly, and the location was exactly the top floor of the Longteng Hotel.

Li Changfeng had just finished handling the cleanup work at the Wang family compound, and without even having time to take a sip of water, he rushed into the monitoring center.

"What's going on? Where did the high-energy reaction occur?" Li Changfeng loudly asked the monitor operator.

The monitor operator was typing on the keyboard, sweating profusely.

"Report to the Deputy Director! The energy detector just captured an extremely terrifying spiritual power eruption! The energy fluctuation level... is rated at Peak Nascent Soul Stage!"

"The coordinates are at the Longteng Hotel!"

Upon hearing the name of the place, Li Changfeng felt his vision go black, and he almost fainted.

Longteng Hotel!

Isn't this the place where Su Yang just moved into!

Why did this living ancestor start acting again!

"Immediately seal off news from the scene! Cut off all surrounding network surveillance! Explain the anomaly in the sky just now as a rare ball lightning weather phenomenon!"

Li Changfeng was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

"Send the logistics team to the Longteng Hotel to clean up! Remember, absolutely do not disturb Consultant Su's rest! Whoever dares to go and touch the bad luck, I will strip them of their position!"

The agents under his command immediately got busy.

Li Changfeng slumped into his chair, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

This Consultant Su is simply a walking nuclear bomb.

Wherever he goes, something big is bound to happen.

First he wiped out the Wang family, and now he's caused such a huge commotion in the hotel. The sky over the capital is likely going to change.

The next morning.

Sunlight spilled through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows into the brand-new presidential suite.

Su Yang sat on the sofa, holding a cup of top-grade immortal tea that Lin Lang had just brewed, and took a gentle sip.

Ding.

The phone screen lit up.

A text message popped up.

Half of the Wang family's assets, after being liquidated overnight by the 749 Bureau, a huge sum of 18 billion, was already securely lying in his account.

Plus the money he got from Sea Emperor Palace last night.

Su Yang's current net worth had reached a staggering figure.

"The feeling of being rich is indeed not bad."

Su Yang put down the teacup.

He looked at the bustling city view of the capital outside the window, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

The accounts in the secular world have been settled.

Next, it's time to find some fun in the cultivation world.