Chapter 1245: Decisive and Ruthless in Killing

"Don't worry, baby, with your husband here, you never have to be afraid."

After saying that, Lin Lang walked slowly to the front of the auction stage, smiled, and lightly flicked his fingertips in the air.

The next second, a series of loud "bang-bang" sounds rang out.

Golden bars, gleaming like a waterfall, cascaded down from mid-air, appearing as if by magic from a personal space and piling up into a small mountain on the table.

Each 500-gram gold bar is engraved with a clear purity mark.

The weight of 100 gold bars caused the auction platform to tremble slightly, creaking under the weight.

The scene fell into a deathly silence. Everyone held their breath, their eyes wide open, staring at the ever-growing pile of gold. They even forgot to swallow.

The onlookers, who had been discussing the matter, froze in place, completely stunned.

Lin Lang's ability to conjure gold bars out of thin air was beyond the comprehension of everyone present, immediately causing an uproar.

Exclamations erupted one after another, instantly making Lin Lang the center of attention.

"He's insane..." someone muttered to themselves, "Does this guy really own a gold mine?"

Some people gasped in astonishment: "In the midst of war, this guy actually managed to produce so many gold bars!"

"This is unbelievable!"

"How did he manage to conjure up so many gold bars out of thin air?"

"What the hell!"

"This...this doesn't make sense!"

“That’s outrageous…”

The auction manager was the first to recover, his face flushed with excitement. He hurriedly beckoned over two appraisers wearing white gloves, his voice trembling, "Quick! Quickly examine them! Be careful!"

Two appraisers rushed over in a flurry, took out their professional tools to examine the gold bar, and the moment the scissors cut open the gold bar, the cross-section revealed a uniform and delicate luster.

After cutting through more than twenty gold bars in succession, the two appraisers simultaneously gasped: "The purity of these gold bars is extremely high! Absolutely no problem!"

Lin Lang glanced at the pile of gold, his tone as calm as if he were talking about the weather: "Now, can I take all three oil paintings that I just won at auction?"

The auction manager dared not utter a single "no," nodding vigorously. "Sir, please wait a moment, it will be ready soon! Our staff will pack the three oil paintings for you, ensuring that not even the corners are damaged!"

The auction manager personally stepped forward to direct the staff to carefully pack the three paintings, their movements as gentle as if they were handling fragile porcelain.

Chanel couldn't resist leaning closer and tentatively asking, "Excuse me, sir...where did you conjure up this gold bar?"

Lin Lang looked at the middle-aged Chanel and replied in fluent French, "This is a trade secret, and I'm sorry I can't tell you the truth. I hope you will work hard to manage the Chanel brand well, because I will acquire it in the future."

“Uh…” Chanel was shocked by Lin Lang’s arrogant answer.

Some people even approached Lin Lang and tried to exchange francs for gold with him, but Lin Lang politely declined on the spot.

Zhao Liying's eyes were almost crescent-shaped with laughter. She pinched her arm to make sure she wasn't dreaming, and felt a surge of joy in her heart: it turns out that traveling through time with her husband not only allows her to see both ancient and modern times, but also lets her find bargains and make a fortune!

The auction house staff were extremely busy, constantly packing up the famous paintings and delivering them to Lin Lang.

With a thought, Lin Lang silently packed all the paintings into his personal space, leaving no trace behind.

"Wow..." The onlookers were shocked once again.

"How did he manage to make the oil painting disappear so easily?"

"This...this is too outrageous!"

"Yes!"

"Does this man with the Asian face possess some kind of magical power?"

"This is really too weird!"

"This is absolutely unprecedented!"

The auction manager's face lit up with a smile. He pulled out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Lin Lang, saying with a fawning smile, "Sir, this is my business card. Welcome to visit us again in the future. Our auction house will always reserve the best seats for you!"

After taking the business card, Lin Lang turned and walked out. His back was as straight as a drawn sword, as if the 100 gold bars he had just casually tossed out were just a few pieces of silver.

Zhao Liying linked arms with Lin Lang, straightened her back, and walked out of the auction house with a sweet smile.

The gasps and whispers behind them were left far behind; only the sound of the wind whistling past their ears carried a refreshing coolness.

With just a slight bid, Brother Lang managed to snag three world-famous paintings at auction, each one a future masterpiece in art history.

Antique dealer Madeline Kastan smirked, raised an eyebrow at the mob boss Kalinger beside her, and whispered, "It's up to you. Your men will handle getting the painting, and I'll help you find a buyer to sell it."

Gangster boss Kaling took a puff of his cigar and exhaled smoke as he said, "Don't worry, my men are already in ambush. There won't be any mistakes."

The moment they stepped out the door, the warm sunlight shone on Lin Lang and Zhao Liying. Zhao Liying finally couldn't hold back anymore, jumped up excitedly, hugged Lin Lang's neck, and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

"Honey! You're amazing! We're really rich now! Three world-famous paintings, any one of them could be worth hundreds of millions of Chinese yuan!"

Lin Lang looked down at Zhao Liying's excited expression, his eyes full of doting. He gently pinched her nose and laughed, "What's a little money? Don't get so excited, we're already being watched."

Zhao Liying was startled upon hearing this. She glanced around at the suspicious people outside the auction house and asked weakly, "Honey, what do you mean by that?"

Lin Lang replied calmly, "The local Lauriston mob boss wants to rob us of these three world-famous paintings that we just won the auction for."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Liying's face turned pale with fright, and she said timidly in a low voice, "Honey, I'm so scared. Let's quickly activate the time travel and return to modern Shanghai."

Lin Lang had already spotted the gang members lying in ambush by the roadside and nearby through the system notification, but he said nonchalantly, "Don't be afraid, baby. I'll show you what it means for evil people to get their just desserts."

"Uh... honey, what do you mean by that?"

Lin Lang didn't answer directly, but a cold smile appeared on his lips. He gently raised his fingertips and quietly triggered the weather summoning spell.

In an instant, the once clear sky was filled with dark clouds, and a strong wind suddenly rose, whipping up sand and stones that clattered against the walls.

"Crack—Boom—!"

A thunderbolt as thick as a bowl tore through the clouds and struck precisely at a "passerby" who was pretending to tie his shoelaces not far away.

The "passerby" had just looked up to reveal the gun handle tucked into his waistband when he was engulfed by lightning and instantly turned into a pile of charred ashes, without even having time to scream.

The air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell, and wisps of smoke were rising from the ground.

"Ah—!" The passersby were terrified and screamed as they scattered and ran away. They wished they had two more legs and ran far away in the blink of an eye, scrambling and crawling into street corners or shops, only daring to peek out in fear through the gaps.

Zhao Liying was so frightened by this sudden scene that she trembled all over. Her face turned pale, and she hid behind Lin Lang, her voice trembling with tears: "Husband... this... this couldn't have been done by you, could it?"

Lin Lang patted Zhao Liying's hand, his tone eerily calm.

"Yes."

Lin Lang glanced at the shadowy figures hiding in the dark, too stunned to move by the thunder, and smiled with a hint of amusement. "Don't be afraid, this is just the beginning. Things will get even more interesting from here on out."

Before he finished speaking, his fingertips twitched slightly again.

The dark clouds in the sky churned even more fiercely, as if countless silver snakes were slithering through the clouds.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

A dozen or so thunderclaps exploded in succession, like precision-guided arrows, simultaneously striking more than a dozen hidden corners around them—some gang members were hiding behind trash cans, some were leaning against telephone poles, and some were pretending to read newspapers…

Where the lightning flashed, only charred human silhouettes remained, their guns still smoking, but no longer able to make a sound.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of burning filled the air, eerie and terrifying.

The street, which had been relatively quiet just moments before, suddenly became deathly silent, with only the howling wind and sporadic screams coming from afar.

The passersby hiding in the shadows were so frightened that they dared not breathe, almost forgetting to breathe, for fear that the next bolt of lightning would strike them on the head.

Zhao Liying closed her eyes tightly, buried her head in Lin Lang's arms, her body trembling like a leaf, and kept muttering, "Don't strike... don't strike... husband, how do you know how to summon lightning? You scared me to death!"

Lin Lang hugged the trembling Zhao Liying tightly, looked up at the sky, and the dark clouds gradually dispersed under his gaze, and the sunlight shone down again, but it could not shine into the shadows where lightning had struck.

He casually patted the dust off Zhao Liying's clothes, as if he had just brushed off a few fallen leaves: "Okay, baby, it's clean now."

The surroundings remained deathly silent for more than ten seconds before a brave passerby dared to peek out from their hiding place. When they saw the charred corpses all over the ground, they were so frightened that they shrank back and ran away as fast as they could.

Lin Lang looked down at Zhao Liying, who was still trembling, and said softly, "It's alright, baby. I've taken care of the bad guys."

Zhao Liying slowly raised her head, looking at the scene before her that resembled a battlefield of carnage. She smelled the nauseating stench emanating from the charred corpses in the air, and her stomach churned, but she forced herself not to vomit.

She looked at Lin Lang with a wicked grin, her eyes filled with shock and a hint of unfamiliarity—this man who was usually gentle and considerate to her could easily summon heavenly lightning and take lives as easily as crushing ants.

"Come on, darling, I'll take you for a stroll through the streets of 1940s Paris." Lin Lang put his left arm around Zhao Liying's waist, the warmth of his palm trying to dispel her fear.

"Um... darling, what kind of amazing husband are you?"

Zhao Liying followed Lin Lang blankly, her steps unsteady. Her mind was filled with the image of the thunderclap, and she could still hear the heart-wrenching screams and the roar of lightning.

The sunlight was warm, but she felt icy cold all over, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Zhao Liying covered her face with her hands, avoiding the sight of the charred corpses of gang members lying haphazardly on the street. She was still feeling a chill of fear.

After all, she was just an ordinary girl who had never seen such a bizarre and deadly scene before.

Gangster boss Kaling stood by the auction house window, unable to hide his shock at what he had just witnessed. He was completely stunned, his fingers, which were holding a cigar, trembling violently, as if he had seen a ghost.

Antique dealer Madeline Castle, standing next to her, gasped in astonishment, "My God! This...this is absolutely bizarre!"

Just then, Lin Lang suddenly turned around and snapped his fingers in the direction where the gangster boss, Kalinger, was hiding behind the window.

The next second, a clone of Lin Lang was summoned and instantly teleported outside the window, startling the gangster boss Kalinger, who dropped his cigar.

Madeline Castle was so frightened by what she saw through the window that she screamed "A ghost!" and turned to run away.