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I Became The Rich Second Generation Villain

Wang Haoran transmigrated into a parallel world of urban-genre novels and became a rich second-generation son. As a fated Villain, in the near future, the Protagonist will seize his beloved girlfriend and tens of billions of his family’s property. Fortunately, the plot has yet to begin… ( Tired of cliche, face slapping, nationalism and brain dead plots, this is for you.) Join my patreon to support me. patreon.com/Daddy_strikes_ * Buy me a coffee to encourage me. ko-fi.com/daddy_strikes_ *novel not mine. Only translating it here.

Daddy_strikes_ · Urban
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Tang Bingyun's call

Xiao Yifeng was no longer a threat.

The other main character, Fang Heng, was also not a concern.

In Wang Haoran's view, Fang Heng was a main character who gave him money.

Not only was he not a threat to him, but he would also continue to make money for him, so that his wealth could continue to accumulate.

At noon, Wang Haoran was very leisurely.

He was now thinking about how to extend his claws to Xu Mu Yan and Mu Zhaozhao.

As for Qin Yunhan, he did not care much about her.

It was like a delicious dish, you have already tasted it. Although it was delicious, you still want to eat it, but you are not as greedy as before.

Wang Haoran wanted to change his taste.

In comparison, it was easier to conquer Xu Mu Yan, who had 70 points of favorability.

But, how should he create an opportunity to conquer her?

Wang Haoran was thinking about this problem in his mind.

At this moment, his phone suddenly rang.

Looking at the caller ID, it was Tang Bingyun.

Wang Haoran directly picked up the phone and greeted her with a heart-wrenching tone.

"Auntie Tang, why did you suddenly call me?"

"Haoran …" Tang Bingyun's voice sounded a little choked and hoarse.

Wang Haoran was slightly stunned.

Could it be that because he called her "Auntie Tang", she was hurt and became like this?

"Auntie Tang, what's wrong with you? You don't seem happy." Wang Haoran asked.

"My grandfather wants me to marry a man I don't know. That man is thirty-five years old, and I'm only twenty-three years old. He is so much older than me. I really don't understand what my grandfather is thinking, to actually want me to marry such a man." Tang Bingyun felt very wronged and cried.

Hearing this, Wang Haoran's heart skipped a beat.

Could there be another main character?

"What's the man's background? Do you know?" Wang Haoran immediately asked.

"I don't know much. It is said that he used to be a soldier and just came back from abroad." Tang Bingyun said.

Used to be a soldier and came back from abroad. Could he be a soldier king?

With Tang Bingyun's qualifications, she could definitely be the female lead model of Iceberg's CEO.

Looking at the novels, there were novels such as "My Beautiful Iceberg CEO Wife", "My Wife", and "Beautiful CEO's wife", and the male CEO's wife ", and the male lead in those novels........

In the early stages of the plot, the female lead was forced to get married.

Tang Bingyun's current situation seemed to be very suitable.

"It's the 21st century. What era is it now? How can there be such a ridiculous thing? Auntie Tang can refuse," Wang Haoran suggested.

"Of course I didn't want to agree. So I quarreled with Grandpa. Grandpa was so angry that he vomited blood. He called the doctor over for a check-up. After the check-up, they found that Grandpa has … has …" Tang Bingyun's voice became more and more choked as she spoke. In the end, she could not continue.

"Is it a terminal illness?" Wang Haoran asked.

"Mm, the doctor … the doctor said … said that Grandpa has late-stage lung cancer." Tang Bingyun finished speaking and started crying.

Wang Haoran immediately smelled the scent of a trap.

'What the hell, which idiotic author came up with this plot?'

The female lead did not agree to the marriage and used such a vile way to coerce the female lead to push the plot forward.

'F * ck!'

"Late-stage lung cancer. It's so serious. I'll tell my mother and come with her to visit Old Master Tang." Wang Haoran was going to visit him personally.

Actually, visiting Old Master Tang was secondary. His main purpose was to meet the Soldier King protagonist and find out more about him.

After ending the call with Tang Bingyun, Wang Haoran immediately called Zhen Li.

Zhen Li's National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance had business dealings with the Tang family. She also knew Old Master Tang. Now that Old Master Tang had such a serious illness, it was only right for her to visit him.

After Zhen Li received the news, she didn't say anything and immediately set off.

Wang Haoran called the driver and sent him to the Tang family's manor.

The two met at the manor's entrance.

When Tang Bingyun heard that Wang Haoran and Zhen Li were coming, she came to the door early to wait for them.

Tang Bingyun's cold and pretty face looked a little haggard. Her eyes were red and it was obvious that she had cried many times.

"Aunt Zhen." Tang Bingyun subconsciously called out this name.

Zhen Li frowned with obvious displeasure. She was obviously not happy to be called this name.

Because she felt that she was being called old.

However, when she saw Tang Bingyun's situation, she did not argue with Tang Bingyun.

"Bingyun, there may still be a chance to save you. Don't be too sad. Take care of yourself." Zhen Li comforted her.

"Thank you for your concern, Aunt Zhen. Please come in." Tang Bingyun stretched out her hand and gestured.

Because Zhen Li was present, Tang Bingyun felt guilty, so she did not say anything to Wang Haoran. She just looked at Wang Haoran with a burning gaze.

Then, Tang Bingyun led Zhen Li and Wang Haoran into the manor.

They walked through the garden path and soon came to a quiet and elegant room.

In the quaint room, there was the smell of high-quality sandalwood in the air.

Tang Lao was lying on the bed, his face pale and sickly.

Yanguishan was sitting upright on the stool beside the bed. He looked around with bright eyes, full of a feeling of disdain for the world.

Wang Haoran saw this and immediately made a judgment.

He could be so pretentious just by sitting like this. He was most likely the protagonist.

He immediately spent 100 villain points to check.

[Protagonist: Yanguishan]

[Combat Strength: 539]

[Charm: 148]

[Protagonist Aura: 421]

[Skills: Master-level Individual Combat Skills, Master-level Assassination Skills, Master-level Firearms Proficiency, Master-level Sniping Skills, Master-level Mixed Combat Skills, Master-level Detection Skills]

With these attributes and skills, he was definitely a Super Soldier King.

In terms of combat strength, Wang Haoran could beat this Soldier King to the ground.

However, this guy knew how to snipe. If he lay on the rooftop and sniped from a few hundred meters away, Wang Haoran might be injured.

Yes, he might be injured.

Because Yanguishan's protagonist aura was only 421, Wang Haoran's villain aura was more than twice his.

The higher the aura points, the higher the luck value.

Yanguishan's luck value was far worse than Wang Haoran's.

The possibility of Yanguishan sniping Wang Haoran was almost negligible.

In short, the threat of this Soldier King protagonist wasn't that great.

In Wang Haoran's mind, he had already labeled Yangui Mountain as a "fat sheep" that he could take advantage of.

The master behind Xiao Yifeng was always a hidden danger.

In addition, he learned from the conversation between Qin Kai and Qin Yunhan that there were hidden martial arts sects in this world.

Wang Haoran only had 20 years of cultivation. He was definitely not a match for the top masters of those hidden martial arts sects.

If he wanted to touch the ceiling of this world's martial arts, the fastest way was to accumulate villain points to exchange for cultivation.

If he could accumulate one or two hundred years of cultivation, then he wouldn't have to worry so much. At that time, he could kill the protagonist whenever he saw one.

Of course, this was a more optimistic view. It was only limited to the situation of martial arts cultivation.

If he looked at it more pessimistically, it would not be so simple.