The next day at noon.
Detention center.
"This scene feels somewhat familiar!"
"The last time I saw him leave like this was... well, the last time."
"Shocked for a minute? That’s sixty seconds right there."
"If everyone could save one pack of cigarettes a day, in ten days, they’d save ten packs!"
"Damn it! Xiao Li, Xiao Wang, shut your mouths! All of you, be serious. Are we joking around here?"
The prison warden spoke sternly.
The guards who were called out immediately quieted down.
Lin Fan was so angry he wanted to kill someone.
He held a file folder in his hand.
Without looking back, he walked out of this cursed place!
"Hope I don’t see you again next time," said the guard who had processed Lin Fan’s entry the night before.
Lin Fan’s face darkened even more.
Was he sick?
Or did he look like someone who was sick?
What normal person would want to stay in such a dump?
A sleek black luxury car was already waiting outside.
Ma Qun got out of the car. "Dragon King."
"Let’s talk inside," Lin Fan said, tossing the file folder into Ma Qun’s hands.
He stepped into the back seat first.
Ma Qun followed and got into the car.
"Did you find out the identity of that person?"
Lin Fan asked.
Ma Qun, now doubling as the driver, started the car and spoke as they drove away.
"Yes, Dragon King, we’ve identified him!"
"His name is Song Ligang, a member of the infamous Wolf Fang mercenary group from overseas. He got into trouble because..."
Ma Qun relayed the information they had uncovered.
Someone had uploaded a video of Song Ligang online the day before.
Different fields, different expertise.
But they were all insiders in their respective domains.
Investigating wasn’t too difficult.
If they couldn’t find anything domestically,
they’d have someone overseas look into it.
After all, their main base was abroad.
Lin Fan’s mouth twitched as he listened.
It was pretty much what he had expected.
Someone who could hold their own against him
was already impressive.
But someone who could outmatch him
definitely had a significant background.
In short,
this guy was no ordinary person.
Lin Fan: "What about the person behind him? Did you find out?"
Ma Qun looked embarrassed.
"Dragon King, we’ve got the basic info on Song Ligang, but the mastermind behind him... we’ll need more time to uncover."
"If you haven’t found out, just say so. Don’t beat around the bush," Lin Fan said, pursing his lips.
He pulled out his phone.
"Ahem... Dragon King, don’t go online," Ma Qun said, catching a glimpse of this through the rearview mirror and offering a friendly warning.
This only piqued Lin Fan’s curiosity even more.
"Why can’t I go online?"
"Uh, I mean, don’t look at the trending topics."
"Why can’t I look at those?"
"Uh, well..."
Ma Qun was at a loss for words.
At that moment,
Lin Fan had already opened a webpage.
Soon, a trending topic caught his eye.
["Storm in the Martial World: A Blood Feud! A Thrilling Duel Between Two Genuine Masters at the Café Rooftop!"]
Lin Fan’s eyelids twitched even more.
There was even a video attached.
The thumbnail showed him with a bruised and battered face.
Even Master Ma hadn’t looked this bad when he got beaten up.
"This is bad..."
Ma Qun thought to himself.
Lin Fan had already started playing the fight video on his phone.
The exchanges of moves
didn’t interest him.
What he focused on was the part where he got beaten to a pulp!
Not only were there clips,
but there were also several pitiful screenshots!
"Ahhh!!!!"
Lin Fan’s angry voice erupted.
"This is infuriating! Absolutely infuriating!"
"Are these shameless media outlets always this bold?"
"Who gave them the courage?"
Among the top trending topics,
there were several more videos about his fight with Song Ligang.
["Traditional Martial Arts Aren’t Dead: A Master Appears on the Streets of Shanghai!"]
["Martial Arts Are Killing Techniques: If You Haven’t Mastered Them, Don’t Flaunt Them—Just Like This Guy."]
["Shocking! A Martial Arts Master Emerges, Ready to Make the World Suffer!"]
["Real Master or Fake? The Holder of the Mask of Suffering."]
Lin Fan’s eyes were bloodshot.
He felt deeply humiliated!
"Ma Qun, what the hell are you doing?"
"Dragon King, I’ve contacted those media companies, pressuring them to take down the videos!"
"But it seems like they have someone backing them. My pressure didn’t work."
Ma Qun spoke in a weak, pitiful tone.
Lin Fan was furious, grinding his teeth.
"It must be the bastard who brought Song Ligang here pulling the strings!"
"Contact Pangolin in my name. Tell him to find the mastermind as soon as possible!"
Ma Qun nodded.
But he couldn’t free up his hands at the moment.
This was awkward.
Seeing the situation,
Lin Fan decided not to push him further.
He picked up his phone and called Gao Liming.
"Gao Liming, I need you to handle something for me."
"Dragon King, my stomach’s been acting up lately. It’s an old issue. The doctor told me not to move around too much. I need to rest."
Gao Liming’s weak voice came through.
His cast hadn’t even been removed yet,
and they wanted him to work while injured?
Were they out of their minds?
Dream on!
Lin Fan was dumbfounded.
You’ve got stomach problems?
Since when?
When we were abroad, I never saw you take any medication.
Is this guy trying to scam me?
"Pangolin, let’s be straight. If you handle this, I’ll make sure the payment is more than enough!"
"Cough... Dragon King, it’s not about the payment. Even if you didn’t pay, I’d be happy—wait, no, I mean, even if you pay, I’d be happy. But I’m really sick right now!!!!"
"What kind of sickness? I’ll come over and take a look. I can’t promise a cure, but I can help a little."
"My sickness... has no cure."
"............"
Lin Fan: Are you messing with me on purpose?
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
