"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."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
