The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Unfortunately, the old man passed away after taking King in for five or six years.

In accordance with the old woman's last wishes, King did not prepare a funeral. Instead, he cremated her and sent her ashes back to the mountains in her hometown for burial.

The old woman was the grandmother that Hua Hua kept calling out. According to King, she was a very kind old woman.

Thinking of this, Tang Tang sighed. The little snake hanging around her neck was quite calm. Even when W's head squeezed in and took up space, the little snake just calmly moved over.

Tang Tang glanced at him, "Snakes are highly venomous. One bite and they're sending you to meet your maker. Aren't you afraid?"

W said joyfully, "If I could, I would die in your arms. Would you remember me for the rest of your life then?"

"No," Tang Tang rolled her eyes. "I'll make you into a specimen and keep it to admire every day."

Such a beautiful face shouldn't be wasted.

W seemed quite pleased, and his hand, rather unruly, reached out and hooked Tang Tang's arm around the tablet so she could hold his hand.

“That’s fine too. Make me into a specimen, let me be your personal doll—” W said gently. “I’m so happy that you’ll look at me every day.”

Ugh, another pervert.

Tang Tang casually tapped W on the head with her tablet, interrupting his 18+ thoughts, "No lewd thoughts allowed."

"I'm going to be sexy," W insisted, squeezing himself into the recliner and leaning half his body on Tang Tang. "I've been studying hard."

His body was clean and moist, without any fragrance. It was just that his body was pressed so intimately against Tang Tang's that it gave people the illusion of being intertwined.

W brought his pretty face close to Tang Tang, slightly raised his leg, and squeezed between Tang Tang's legs. He intertwined his fingers with Tang Tang's with his other hand, and his voice was not very healthy, "Want to try? My... learning results."

It seems like they're making really fast progress.

Tang Tang was slightly tempted, but just then the deafening sound of an engine rang out outside the gate, followed by the gate being pushed open, and a figure carrying a chilly wind walked in while taking off his helmet.

Ghost took off his cool silver racing helmet, but he never expected to see this eyesore.

His relaxed brows and eyes suddenly lowered, his hawk-like gaze lifted, and his thin lips curled into a smile. He slowly tossed the helmet onto the sofa, then walked over, one step at a time, staring at Tang Tang.

"Oh dear," Ghost looked down at W's entangled appearance and suddenly said, "W, dressed all in white, are you preparing for a funeral?"

Wow, that's a sharp tongue.

Tang Tang did not intervene in the confrontation between the two. She was being held tightly by W, but she did not feel uncomfortable at all.

She even had time to look at Ghost in his new clothes.

Tang Tang had never seen Ghost wear a motorcycle outfit before. The silver and red motorcycle outfit was strikingly cool, probably because he was riding so fast, so Ghost's motorcycle jacket was zipped up.

The raised collar obscured half of Ghost's face, and light blue motorcycle glasses covered his eyes, giving him a cyberpunk vibe.

"What's it to you?" W reached out and hugged Tang Tang tightly around the waist in front of Ghost, pressing his entire body against her. He didn't even look at Ghost, only saying, "I don't know what he's been up to outside, but he comes home and takes his anger out on me."

They bully the weak and fear the strong.

Ghost laughed in anger, "Have you no shame? Do you think people don't know what you were like before? Now you're putting on this disgusting act."

When W was disfigured, he and Ghost were arm in arm, having a good time together.

She's already decisively changed her persona and gone solo; she's incredibly cunning.

Tang Tang was amused. She nudged W, who sighed reluctantly and then rolled her eyes at Ghost, "Why didn't you come back sooner or later?"

He immediately got up, picked up the lazy orange cat next to him, and bent down to kiss Tang Tang again.

Tang Tang looked up and kissed him, then coaxed him, "Good boy."

Whether W is obedient or not, I don't know, but Ghost is definitely furious.

"Little princess," Ghost said in a somber tone, "can I kill him?"

Tang Tang looked at him upon hearing this, "If I kill him, who will sleep with me?"

Ghost reached out to take Tang Tang's hand, and with his other hand unzipped the motorcycle jacket, revealing a black tight-fitting inner lining.

He guided Tang Tang's hand inside his clothes and placed it on his abs, then very naturally offered, "Kill him, and I'll sleep with you."

Ghost took off his goggles, leaned closer to Tang Tang, his brash face full of aggression, "Or do you like his sickly yet seductive demeanor?"

Tang Tang chuckled, looked up and kissed Ghost's chin, her voice sweet as she said, "I like both of you."

"Heh," Ghost scrutinized Tang Tang for a moment, "the greedy little princess."

……

Tang Tang always adhered to a principle of balance, which was that wanting both was equivalent to not wanting either, which was very fair.

Ghost's eyes were bloodshot, and Tang Tang could smell blood on him. His leg wound was clearly not healed; in just a few days of pursuing their target, it was unknown if he had sustained further injuries.

Although he seemed to have plenty of energy left to retaliate against W, Tang Tang still ordered him to go back to his room to rest.

Ghost was quite disappointed, but he was indeed injured; he had been slashed on the back with a knife. Although he didn't need stitches, he was only wrapped in bandages.

W was rejected by Tang Tang just like everyone else, and could only regretfully hug the big orange cat and drift away with a sigh.

After a brief period of chaos, things finally quieted down. Tang Tang stroked the white tiger Niu Niu, who had just been washed and dried and smelled wonderful, and breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Land, who was sitting calmly at the desk, and asked, "How did you guys get your hands on the information?"

Land pushed up his glasses, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Back when we were at the Black Mamba mercenary base, I was already prepared to one day take Sky away from the base."

The mercenaries at the Black Mamba base are all consumables, even the S-rank mercenaries. The only difference is between cheap and expensive consumables.

Land is a smart man; he would never accept becoming a consumable resource.

Therefore, he began planning ahead, carefully cultivating relationships, and collecting a great deal of information through various means.

Many of those he recruited have died, but Land promised them that once he successfully broke away, he would fulfill their last wishes.

Land and Sky were lucky; they had the ability to escape. The other mercenaries only had the option of dying freely, so they were willing to sacrifice their lives to exchange for a promise from Land.