Chapter 108: Feng Tianlin's New Clothes

This time, Feng Tianlin was thoroughly overwhelmed by the garlic fumes; his entire body was soaked with garlic-infused water. He had originally intended to scare that guy a bit more, but the stench was simply unbearable.

Truly, the clothes he was wearing were still the same set he had arrived in this world with—clothes impervious to fire and water, resistant to blades and guns. He had quite liked them, but now, it seemed they were beyond saving.

“No clothes to wear now—what am I supposed to do?” he wondered, just as the system's voice chimed in.

“Detected host’s distress. Now launching a new line of formalwear, redeemable for 100,000 Terror Points. The new formalwear is more attractive and durable than the old model; highly recommended for exchange.”

Feng Tianlin was nearly infuriated by the system; its presence was almost negligible, but more importantly, it was a scam. Over all these days, he had only accumulated 100,000 Terror Points, most of which were earned through his influence back in China. Now the system wanted to drain them all at once.

But he had no choice—his clothes needed washing. What else could he wear during that time?

He could have the mimic create a set of deceptive clothes for him, but that would be fooling others, not himself.

Or he could buy a doll from a toy store and strip its clothes to wear. That idea flashed through his mind for a second before being promptly discarded—it was far too strange.

Since the system claimed the new clothes were more durable, that meant they came with defensive qualities. Thinking that way, it wasn’t a bad deal; you get what you pay for. A price of 100,000 Terror Points meant the new outfit couldn’t be that bad.

“Exchange,” Feng Tianlin decided without hesitation, already gagging from the garlic smell. He regretted bursting that garlic bulb in the first place.

As the formalwear began to emit a glow, the new clothes started to envelop him—a transformation scene rivaling those magical girl transformations in cartoons.

When the light faded, Feng Tianlin finally saw his new attire: still a formal gown, but now in red, with a cape trailing behind.

“Not bad at all…” he thought.

His first impression was that it resembled the outfit his future self would wear, though obviously that one would be even more handsome. Looks like he’d have to keep upgrading his wardrobe—and his style.

Shaking off these thoughts, he approached Long Mengting.

“How do I look in this outfit?” Long Mengting pouted angrily. When Feng Tianlin spoke, she merely glanced at him and said nonchalantly, “So-so. Which doll did you rip this off from?”

Feng Tianlin was speechless. Had this girl swallowed gunpowder? Why was she so sharp?

“What's wrong with you? Who else could have pissed you off like this?” he asked.

Her anger flared even more. She stomped her foot in frustration. “It was the guy I was supposed to scare earlier. Who knew he was such a coward? He pee’d himself—right on my shoe!”

She stomped again. “If you hadn’t stopped me from killing him, I would have punched him flat. In the end, I only gave him a bump on the head; that was mercy.”

Feng Tianlin burst out laughing. That explained the giant bump on the guy’s head; he thought it was from a fall, but it was actually from Long Mengting’s fist.

Apparently, he wasn’t the only one who got wronged—Long Mengting had been urinated on too.

Seeing his boss laugh, Long Mengting said no more and turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” Feng Tianlin called out.

“Out to handle some business,” she replied indifferently.

When Long Mengting returned, she was wearing a pair of much prettier new shoes and had a smile on her face.

That same night, a high-end formalwear shop was mysteriously vandalized. The inside was ransacked, but only one pair of shoes was missing. The local police were baffled—what kind of thief was so bored as to trash a whole store but steal almost nothing?

The rumors spread rapidly, especially about the large bump on Ethan’s head, which was quite convincing. Though it wasn’t solid evidence, it made others believe the story.

Soon, the incident became the talk of the town, but without concrete proof, the authorities couldn’t take action against Long Mengting.

Surprisingly, this episode wasn’t all bad for the orphanage; it brought them fame. A very well-known charity organization expressed interest in sponsoring them.

The orphanage director was overjoyed—these funds would line her pockets nicely—and immediately agreed.

Feng Tianlin received the news and decided to leverage these sponsors to expand his influence.

“Aibao Li” was a renowned charity group, led by Bessha, a young, successful woman.

Outwardly, she appeared kind, gentle, and compassionate—a rare example of a young female achiever.

In truth, however, Aibao Li was a ruthless organization profiting under the guise of aid, pocketing most of the donations.

That day, Bessha and her team arrived at the orphanage, where the director greeted them warmly.

After a full day of “friendly” talks, the director’s perception of their greed shifted significantly.

That afternoon, Bessha sent a large batch of tattered clothes for the orphanage children to wear, hoping to garner more sympathy during tomorrow’s interview.

Long Mengting strongly opposed this. How strongly?

She took the ragged clothes the director handed her and tore them apart right in front of her.

The director’s legs trembled; she dared not speak, quickly picking up the torn scraps and retreating, glancing back hesitantly.

“Um… could you please avoid showing up in public tomorrow?” she pleaded.

Long Mengting gave her a cold look. This time, the director said nothing and slunk away.

Once the director was out of sight, Long Mengting said expressionlessly, “Really can’t kill anyone? I’m losing my patience.”

Feng Tianlin lay on his bed. “We have to think of the bigger picture.”

Mentioning the “bigger picture” reminded him of “Big Orange”—his orange tabby cat, who was indeed heavy but not with him now.

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