The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

At this point, Tang Tang's mouth is almost as bad as a controlled knife.

Yet she knew she had to do this.

W now looks like a normal turtle, but in fact his shell has been broken into pieces.

Sooner or later his disguise will be broken, and maybe on that day W will just turn into a madman.

He is like a shaky building that might collapse at any moment.

Tang Tang passed by him and witnessed his shaky appearance, on the verge of collapse.

After all, they had lived together for such a long time, and W had done a lot of work for her... Tang Tang didn't want to see him die.

So Tang Tang gave him one last chance.

"Tell me," Tang Tang said, kicking W's shell from outside. "Do you still want to pay, W?"

She snorted, "It's fine to charge a fee. I have more money than I can spend anyway. If not, I'll just top up a hundred million dollars."

Tang Tang's mocking tone made W laugh.

He twitched helplessly, wanting to laugh but unable to, the muscles on his face trembling, making his face as terrifying as in a horror movie.

At this point, why bother pretending anymore?

W was just a little crazy, but he wasn't stupid. Tang Tang's attitude was very clear, and he didn't even allow him to duck his head.

So W slowly raised his head, and with that face that still seemed to show the former elegance in its outline, he looked at Tang Tang and said with a bit of sadness, "You are surrounded by people... without any shortage of people."

In terms of ability, both King and Ghost are very powerful. Even Sky and Land can fight against a hundred people at once.

In terms of appearance, these mercenaries are all good looking, and one could even say that they have different styles.

And what is he...?

Tang Tang didn't know what was going on. The more he listened to W's nonsense, the angrier he became.

She walked a few steps to W and slapped him in the face.

It wasn't heavy, but it was still a solid slap.

W was stunned by Tang Tang's sudden slap.

Ever since he killed his enemy, he has almost never failed in any missions. Moreover, although the experiments have caused him physical pain, they have also given him powerful abilities.

This slap really stunned W.

He looked up blankly at Tang Tang, then slowly raised his hand and covered the side of his face that was slapped.

But the skin under the palm of my hand was not soft, but like a dried-up shell of flesh, with a disgusting feeling of being both wet and dry.

"Speak," Tang Tang stared at W. "Answer me whatever I ask you."

W pursed his lips and didn't look at Tang Tang, obviously showing a very negative attitude.

Tang Tang was not angry either. She stared at W for a few seconds, then raised her hand and slapped him again.

W lowered his head, raised his hands to cover his face, and said in a low voice, "...stop slapping me."

Tang Tang doesn't care about him, and doesn't say anything? The beating was too light!

So she said, "Can't you speak?"

"Why is that huge argument with Sky gone now?"

In fact, Tang Tang had almost guessed it.

W is like a patient with severe depression, and everything he appears normal to be a disguise.

And when he faces the truth, everything will flow down in an instant like a melting wax figure.

All these injuries and long-term accumulated depression will not be cured by Tang Tang curing W's face.

W's face was just the straw that broke the camel's back. All his sorrow had already become a chronic disease.

"What do you want to hear from me?"

W lowered his head and said sadly, "I don't want to talk."

But he couldn't keep silent. He had to let out all the words that had been suppressed in his heart and had become huge stones in his heart.

So Tang Tang asked, "Tell me, do you want to stay?"

W was silent for a long time. Just when Tang Tang thought he was going to slap him again, he finally said softly, "...I want to."

Tang Tang touched his head as a reward.

W felt a little uncomfortable, a very anxious and restless feeling.

For him, who has always suppressed himself, revealing his inferiority, his unbearableness, and all his emotions to another person is like torture.

However, only by cutting off the rotten flesh can a new life be achieved, and Tang Tang has never been merciful in this regard.

She continued, "Then why don't you want to stay?"

After Tang Tang asked, he kicked W's calf threateningly, "Think about it carefully before answering."

Doesn’t W know the answer? He knows it too well!

However, when W said that word, it was as painful as if his heart was being torn out.

He opened his mouth countless times, but no words came out.

Tang Tang looked at him. W, who used to be extremely vicious and irritating, now lowered his head, bent his waist, and looked like a poor child.

She is very patient.

Tang Tang looked at W, "I'm hungry...W, I want to eat."

She looked at him and said, "Only when we get a result can I feel at ease to go to dinner."

W moved, seemingly in great pain, but he still kept his eyes closed and said in a trembling voice, "I have low self-esteem."

After saying this, he seemed to be deflated and his whole body collapsed.

He was a little incoherent and even choked up, "I have low self-esteem... My face is ruined."

If he had been an ugly monster since birth, he would not be in so much pain now.

However, in the first half of his life, he was an extremely good-looking child and the pride of his parents... Everything about him was related to that good-looking face.

But when he was disfigured, everything in his world changed, as if some pillar collapsed in an instant, and W fell from one world to another.

This is scary because there is a completely different gap here.

W's body and brain were frantically issuing warnings, because its subconscious mind understood one thing.

W must deceive himself into thinking that he doesn't care, so that he can have the courage to continue facing this cruel world.

Otherwise he won't be able to hold on.

That's why W became vicious, irritable, malicious, and seemed like a fun-loving person, going around watching other people's jokes or suffering.

"Like a rat twisted in a gutter," W never raised his head. His voice was calm, almost deathly quiet. "Rats die quickly... I want to die too."

"But I can't die," W said, curling his lips. "My family wants me to live."

His life is not only his own, but also his parents'.

He looked so pitiful, like a loser who would die in the next second, with a twisted confusion all over his body.

Tang Tang bent down, held W's face in his hands, stared at his disfigured, monster-like face, and said, "What if I healed your face?"