The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

The rain stopped, and Feige appeared. Looking at her adopted son on the ground, Feige felt it wasn't enough.

I always feel like something's missing.

"Wu Tang, he's beyond saving, what can we do?"

"Master, do whatever you want."

"Wu Tang, why don't you give up? This stuff is so rubbish, it's unbearable to look at."

"Master, how can you do this? We've come all this way, the mission has to be completed, we can't just give up halfway!"

"That's okay"

Feige walked over and stood in front of her adopted son.

The adopted son looked up, saw Feige, immediately scrambled to his feet, and launched into a tirade against Feige.

"Old woman"

Where the hell have you been?

"What gives you the right to sell the house?"

That's my house.

"It's the house my dad left me."

"You're the one who should get out."

"Give me all the money from selling the house, it's all mine, mine!"

The adopted son has gone mad. Feige watches him, waiting for him to go insane, not afraid of him at all.

"Give me the money. The house must have sold for a lot of money. Give me all of it; it's all mine, all mine!"

Enough of seeing,

Feige took out a shoehorn from her spatial storage and began to beat her adopted son mercilessly.

Slap, slap, slap, hit anywhere they could, except the head.

Feige hit and cursed at the same time.

"I owe you something."

"Since it can't be changed, then let's not change it."

"Damn it!"

The man inside had already come out. Looking at the scene before him, he felt incredibly sorry for the old woman. His son was truly a terrible person.

"From a young age, I've always told you to study hard and not to take what isn't yours."

"But what about you? Did you listen?"

"No, didn't you hear me? You even think I'm annoying you!"

"I raised you with so much difficulty, and instead of being grateful, you're ungrateful! How could I have given birth to such a heartless wretch?"

"You dare to rummage through my pension money as soon as I withdraw it, leaving me not a single penny, you son of a bitch!"

When Feige got tired of hitting, he started kicking.

"Still acting tough with me, huh? I'll kill you today!"

Suddenly, a large crowd gathered on the street. They'd known for years that the old woman had a good-for-nothing son, but hearing this now, they were surprised by his audacity.

It's good that the house was sold; now that I'm free from all the worries, it won't be so upsetting.

Feige got tired of hitting and kicking, so she stood up, hands on her hips.

"Wu Tang, I'm going to sell him!"

"Alright, Master, let's go mining in Africa!"

"Um"

Feige looked around at the people, then dragged her adopted son away.

Soon, they arrived at a deserted place.

Feige simply took his adopted son to Africa.

There was a mine owner not far away.

Feige pushed her adopted son over.

"Boss, do you need anyone?"

"want"

"Here, I'll sell it to you."

The shopkeeper glanced at his cheap son on the ground, thought he might be able to do the work properly, and nodded in agreement to buy him.

It sold for 500 yuan.

Feige deliberately counted them.

"Okay, the money's settled, the person's yours, do whatever you want with him."

"No problem, come again when you have business."

"it is good"

……

Feige took the money and left.

Not long after, the adopted son on the ground woke up.

From then on, the boss made him work every day, and if he slacked off, he would be punished.

In just a few days, he lost 10 pounds.

He was so thirsty and wanted a drink of water. He had just stopped when a whip lashed out at him, so he quickly sped up...

"Master, my energy level has been reached."

"50"

"Master, you now have 520 energy points!"

"Okay, let's go"