"It's me, I'm Liang Zhichao's grandmother. Liang Zhichao is being bullied at school, and I want to sue the parents of those bullies. I mentioned this the other day when I came by. Will you take this case?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Grandma, don’t worry. Darkness will eventually be dispelled, and justice may be delayed, but it will never be absent! We’ll take this case. However, since your grandson is still a minor, we’ll first talk to the teacher, and if that doesn’t work, we’ll approach the parents of the other children."
A bespectacled man in a suit said kindly.
The old woman nodded, tears of gratitude welling up in her eyes as she continued,
"Thank you so much. You are truly good people."
A flash of mockery crossed the young man’s eyes, but he smiled and supported the old woman as he said,
"Not at all, you flatter us. Serving the people is our mission."
While Liang Zhichao’s grandmother was speaking,
someone else came in with a banner.
"Lawyer Huang, I’m so grateful to you. If it weren’t for you, my family wouldn’t know what to do. Thank you so much."
A plain-looking middle-aged woman said, bowing and thanking him repeatedly.
The middle-aged man, known as Lawyer Huang, smiled as he accepted the banner.
After exchanging a few pleasantries,
he hung the new banner on the wall, already crowded with similar banners.
The new banner read:
------------ "Wielding the Sword of Law, Warming the Hearts of the Weak!"
After all the visitors had left,
and there were no other clients in the office,
the dozen or so lawyers at the Qinglong Law Firm burst into laughter.
"Damn, that’s hilarious, Old Five. Another banner for you. You’re something else."
"Ha, those idiots! What’s the point of giving banners? I won that drunk driving injury case for her. She should’ve offered herself to me instead."
"Hahaha---- No wonder you’re called Huang Laowu. Damn, you’re into that kind of plain, ordinary stuff? Aren’t the young, pretty girls better?"
"Third Brother, you don’t understand my taste. I like her because she’s married with kids. I’m after a different kind of thrill. You guys wouldn’t get it. It’s beyond material desires."
Huang Laowu grinned, revealing a row of yellow-stained teeth from smoking.
His words sparked another round of laughter.
The name of this law firm wasn’t just any name.
It was the Longqing Law Firm.
BANG---------------
The door to the boss’s office was pushed open from inside.
A fat man with a scarred face walked out.
"Laughing? What’s so funny?! Damn it, Old Seven, go hang the ‘Closed for Internal Meeting’ sign outside."
Old Seven got up and quickly did as he was told.
The others turned their attention to the scar-faced fat man.
"Boss, is this really necessary? Our office is pretty out of the way."
"You idiots don’t get it. I’m telling you to close up because we’ve got work to do tonight."
The scar-faced fat man glared at the speaker, who immediately shrank back, not daring to argue further.
The others wisely kept their mouths shut.
The scar-faced fat man looked around, satisfied.
The man he’d glared at was his brother-in-law.
In the past, the scar-faced fat man would’ve slapped him a few times.
But now,
the circumstances had changed,
and so had his mindset.
Don’t get it wrong.
He’d still kill if he had to.
The scar-faced fat man had just learned to keep his temper in check a bit more.
But when it came to dirty work, he wouldn’t hesitate.
"You all should’ve heard by now. Last night, the Han Family pissed off the boss. Apparently, our boss sent the Zhongxintang brothers over to turn their world upside down."
"I wasn’t there, but hearing about it made me feel great. The Han Family thought they were untouchable in Magic City just because they’re big shots."
"But if they dare mess with our boss, they’re digging their own graves!"
The scar-faced fat man gloated,
eliciting cheers and applause from the group.
"Damn it, I can’t stand them either. If we get the chance, we should grab that Han Family’s young lady and have some fun."
"Tsk, tsk, you’re really out of your mind, Sixth Brother. That Han Family girl is way out of our league."
"Whatever, I can just pay for someone who looks like her. It’s practically the same as having her."
"You’re a real piece of work! Always wanting what you can’t have. But hey, why don’t you just print a mask of her face and have the girl you hire wear it? Wouldn’t that be even better?"
"Damn!! Sixth Brother, you’re the real genius here!"
This exchange sparked another round of raucous laughter.
It wasn’t until the scar-faced fat man cleared his throat that they finally quieted down.
"Alright, listen up! The boss said tonight’s our turn. The other groups took their shots yesterday. The Han Family’s on guard now, so we’re just going over to mess with them a bit more. Let them know that even if they’ve beefed up security, we’re not afraid of them."
He paused, his lips curling into a sinister smile.
"Let them live in fear!!"
"Everyone who makes it back alive tonight gets a 10 million reward!"
"And as for the powder, hold off on that for now. But if you want to have some fun, help yourselves to a free bag."
As soon as the scar-faced fat man finished speaking,
the room erupted in excitement.
The reason they could talk so freely about these things
was that they weren’t worried about being overheard.
They’d rented out the neighboring offices too,
and they were all empty.
Who was going to hear them?
Just as the group was cheering,
BANG!
The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room.
A black metal canister came flying through the window.
In less than a second,
several more canisters were thrown in.
Then,
SSSSSSSS----------
A hissing sound filled the air as thick white smoke began to pour out.
The scar-faced fat man’s smile vanished, replaced by shock and anger.
"What the hell is this?!!!"
"Boss, have we been discovered?"
"---Don’t move! Cough cough cough----."
"Cough cough cough---- Boss, I don’t think they’re here to talk. They must have evidence, otherwise why would they throw tear gas--- cough cough cough."
"Damn it---- cough cough--- grab your weapons---- cough cough cough."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
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?"
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
