It was rare for the “enlightened immortal” Adam Brooks to leave the capital and return to Province Z. The city where Adam Brooks’s base was located wasn’t even in Province Z, yet Samuel Grant was still able to send people to attack his base—such was his audacity. No wonder the state wanted to punish him. There’s a saying: “Whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad; whom the gods wish to make mad, they first make buy a house.” This is the true portrait of the new era’s mortgage slaves. But actually, if you change just one word, the saying still fits: “Whom the gods wish to make mad, they first make sell a house.”

Those selling houses are even crazier than those buying them, daring to set any price and use any means.

Samuel Grant was a typical example of this.

He already had a fortune of over a billion, and the people in his bed were all top celebrities from the mainland, Hong Kong, and Taiwan. But this time, at a trivial cocktail party, he met a girl who had just debuted, and somehow, he was utterly bewitched by this little vixen. After a night of passion, he was instantly hooked and couldn’t leave her.

In his eyes, spending a few million to buy the first place in a talent show was no big deal—he did this sort of thing all the time. He didn’t think there would be any problem this time either, but he just happened to run into someone who wanted to oppose him.

Seeing the first place slip away, the little vixen cried and made a scene. At first, Samuel Grant wanted to secretly pressure the gaming magazine, but the magazine had a strong background, and Samuel Grant didn’t dare act recklessly. The magazine had its own plans: the more fiercely the contestants competed, the more profit they made. Who cared about scandals? The more the media hyped it up, the more famous they became.

So Samuel Grant, left with no choice, decided to pick on the easy target. He found some underworld friends and had them wreck Adam Brooks’s base.

Adam Brooks wasn’t someone who couldn’t endure humiliation for the sake of a greater goal, but why should he do so in the human world? He was a dignified... tribulation immortal. He might not be much in the immortal realm, but in the human world, he was the only immortal!

The sky was dark, the wind was bleak. He drifted above a villa that covered half a hillside, looking down at a room lit by two yellow lights. Inside, two people were making love, lost in ecstasy. Adam Brooks only glanced once and immediately recognized that round butt—it was indeed the previous first-place winner.

Adam Brooks was furious, and the consequences would be serious.

He was just a smuggler, not some “fixer” whose profession was to deal with black market goods. This trip could have easily earned him five mid-grade immortal jades, but it was all ruined by these two. As the saying goes, “Rage rises from the heart, evil grows by the gall.” Adam Brooks was definitely the type who didn’t provoke others unless provoked, neither arrogant nor cowardly.

After their bout of passion, the two in the room finally rested. The man, with his big belly, stroked the few hairs on it, picked up the wine glass by the bed, and walked to the table. On the table was a laptop, and he began to browse some accounts.

Adam Brooks drifted into the room, cast an invisibility spell, and neither of the two inside could see him. The man happened to be looking at a list: a record of all the officials he had colluded with over the years, with dates, gifts, and values—all clearly listed.

Samuel Grant hadn’t climbed from a street thug to where he was now by luck. He was as cunning as a wolf. These records would one day become the last straw that saved his life. If he ever went down, everyone on that list would do whatever it took to get him out.

Adam Brooks glanced over and saw a USB drive on the table. He walked over, tapped it casually, and a surge of immortal energy sealed Samuel Grant’s meridians. Then, right in front of him, he started copying the files.

Samuel Grant suddenly felt a “cold wind” sweep past the back of his head, and then he couldn’t move at all. Next, he saw the small USB drive on the table come to life and plug itself into the computer, then the mouse moved on its own, clicking away, and soon the file transfer was complete.

Being in the underworld, Samuel Grant was especially superstitious about ghosts and spirits—every year he took his men to worship Lord Guan and Zhong Kui! Now, witnessing a supernatural event right before his eyes, Samuel Grant rolled his eyes back and collapsed to the floor with a thud.

“Ah—” a woman’s scream pierced the night, but Adam Brooks was already dozens of miles away.

As mentioned before, this wasn’t Adam Brooks’s first visit to the security department’s computer room—he was back again. He copied the files into the computer and casually tossed the USB drive away. This list happened to complete the “evidence file,” and now a formal investigation could begin.

Early the next morning, the officer in charge of the database opened the computer and stared in disbelief. A uniformed colleague next to him nudged him: “What’s wrong with you? Spacing out so early in the morning—watch out or you’ll get scolded…” The officer pointed at his computer: “A miracle! The immortal has shown his power…”

The miracle-working immortal had already returned to the immortal realm. This time, he’d spent several days in the human world, and during that time, Evan Carter had come looking for him several times. Adam Brooks apologized repeatedly and finally had to give away a few yellow DVDs for free before Young Homebody Carter left satisfied. Weighing the five mid-grade immortal jades in his hand, Adam Brooks finally showed a satisfied smile.

Chapter 07: Portable Generator