The older man's eyes darted around and then glanced towards the direction where Shen Manni was seated.
Her figure, curves, and that icy, forbidden goddess-like face.
Too damn alluring.
"This matter isn't impossible, but to avoid being discovered by the Shen Family later, we need to plan carefully."
The Yellow-haired Youth licked his dry lips, "Boss, if we miss this opportunity, there won't be another. As the saying goes, 'To die beneath the peony is to die in grace!' Moreover, we can increase the dosage to ensure she won't remember anything that happened last night."
The older man glanced at the Yellow-haired Youth.
He was the one who procured the drug.
Did he not know that increasing the dosage would cause someone to black out?
But the problem remained.
If someone couldn't withstand the side effects of the drug.
If they died, it would be over.
And at that point, things would escalate for sure.
Seeing the older man's hesitation, Old Three also stepped forward, agreeing, "Boss, we've done this kind of thing many times. We should know that even if Shen Manni is famous, in the end, she's only a human, and a woman at that."
"Everyone has weaknesses, let alone a woman."
"These elite young ladies value their reputation more than their lives. As long as we target her vulnerabilities, I don't believe she won't comply!"
The group began to discuss the situation fervently.
However, they faced a big problem.
How were they supposed to find an opportunity to slip the drug into her drink?
Under Shen Manni's watchful eyes?
Forget it.
Chances are, if they got any closer, she'd call the police.
Just as the group was in a bind, a broad hand landed on the older man's shoulder.
The older man flinched.
He was momentarily stunned.
Then his expression turned deadly serious!
The other ruffians nearby reacted similarly.
Who else could notice them here?
And who else could approach them for a chat?
Definitely not Shen Manni's bodyguard, right?
They had been observing for a while.
It was only after confirming that Shen Manni hadn't brought her bodyguard in that they were confident.
Who would have thought.
This guy was hiding so deep?
Lin Fan sensed the older man's aura shift, but he didn't care. He grinned mischievously.
"It's too noisy here. Let's go to the bathroom; it's quieter over there."
These trashy guys.
They hadn't even practiced the basics properly.
A few slaps from him.
Truthfully, could send someone flying several meters.
Lin Fan's nonchalant words.
Only further convinced them.
This guy was most likely Shen Manni's bodyguard!
The older man exchanged glances with Old Three and the others.
They were about to make a sudden move.
Lin Fan's eyes turned cold, and his aura spread out, "Not afraid of dying, huh?!"
His words silenced the group.
Lin Fan continued, "Follow me, and don't try any tricks. I won't do anything to you."
The group looked at each other.
Lin Fan may have had an imposing presence.
But they outnumbered him.
Five grown men couldn't take down one?
The leader nodded at his minions.
Then they all followed Lin Fan to the bathroom.
Click---------------------
Lin Fan lit a cigarette, took a puff, then looked at the group, ready for battle, and smirked.
"No need to glare at me like that. I'm not some demon."
"I brought you here not for anything else. I overheard your plan and found it quite interesting. I want to join in."
A group activity?
To join in and play together?
The group was dumbfounded.
Damn it.
After all this.
It turns out you're not her bodyguard at all.
But just a passenger looking to hop on the ride.
Such a ridiculous and hilarious request.
The group exchanged looks and burst out laughing.
"Hahaha--------- Did you hear that, boss? This guy wants to hitch a ride!"
"Old Three, don't even mention it; I almost got scared by his presence earlier."
"Do you know who we are? Is this some place you can just join? What do you think we are? Luxury bus drivers?"
They laughed.
At Lin Fan's arrogance.
Not that they didn't want to give Lin Fan a chance.
But out of nowhere.
Why should they let you on the ride?
After all the effort they've put into this.
One small mistake.
Lin Fan's death wouldn't matter.
But none of their brothers wanted to die.
The older man laughed, "Little brother, you can't be so greedy. My brothers and I haven't even got a taste, yet you already want to get your chopsticks in."
"May Buddha bless! Let us finish first, and then you can line up. Or wait until we're done."
Lin Fan smiled coldly at them.
He didn't back down or give up his position.
Old Three, who had a fierce appearance, was displeased.
"What are you staring at? Move!"
Lin Fan remained unmoved.
Old Three couldn't hold back his anger.
No one had ever ignored his presence.
But today, he met someone who didn't fear death.
Old Three reached out, attempting to grab Lin Fan's collar.
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes and at the same time reached out.
He caught Old Three's arm.
Old Three felt his hand like it was clamped by a pair of pliers.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
Lin Fan lashed out with a kick.
Directly hitting Old Three's knee.
A crisp sound of bone breaking echoed.
Accompanied by a pig-like painful scream.
Old Three lost balance and fell to one knee.
The title of "Knee Crusher" was born!
Everything happened too fast.
From Old Three's attack to his knee being smashed.
It took less than half a minute.
The older man's expression darkened, and he roared in anger, "You dare hurt my brother, get him everyone!"
That's what he said.
But in reality, the older man was terrified!
He knew Old Three's skills.
A professional freestyle wrestler.
That's why the older man had recruited him as a lackey.
Which is why.
In times of trouble, Old Three always charged first.
If he could handle it, they'd gang up on the target.
If not, they'd apologize and call it a day.
But today was different.
It was about snatching a woman.
In this case.
As the boss, if he didn't show some backbone.
He would definitely disappoint his brothers.
So he had no choice but to play the tough guy.
Lin Fan saw through these outwardly tough but inwardly weak men.
"Really want to die, huh?"
"You see what happened to him? That's your fate!"
"I only wanted to offer better 'special medication.' If you continue to be so uncooperative, don't blame me for being ruthless."
What?
So, you're not here to ruin us.
But to help?
And you have even better 'special medication'?
Why didn't you say so earlier?!
Laying on the ground, Old Three felt extremely frustrated.
He thought Lin Fan was just being a jerk.
Not stating the important stuff upfront.
Only revealing it after someone got hurt.
Is that fun?
Additionally~~~
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
