Li Caijun sensed something amiss.
But before he could say anything more,
Wu Yurong's voice suddenly rose several decibels,
stripped of her usual composure, charm, and wit.
"What did you say?! Say it again!!!"
"Fine, fine! I’ll bring people over immediately to handle it!!!"
After hanging up,
Wu Yurong’s face darkened with fury.
Li Caijun frowned. "What happened?"
"Mao Weidong’s side ran into trouble." Wu Yurong’s brows knitted so tightly they nearly merged.
Mao Weidong and Qiu Ruobing—another beautiful faction leader—were responsible for the Ma Qun territory.
The strikes were supposed to happen simultaneously,
without any delay,
to catch their enemies off guard.
While their own operation had gone smoothly,
the other side had faltered.
Mao Weidong, a faction leader, had been wounded.
"Why?"
Li Caijun took a deep breath.
He truly couldn’t fathom it.
How had the Ma Qun faction managed to turn the tables?
They were supposed to be leaderless.
Wu Yurong’s tone was unreadable—whether furious or feigning calm.
"The mole!"
Boom—
Li Caijun froze.
The day before their faction meeting,
Gao Liming had called him,
proposing a partnership to share the spoils.
Gao Liming only wanted resources,
claiming he had no interest in power.
Knowing Gao Liming’s nature,
and figuring a brat like him couldn’t possibly scheme anything sinister,
Li Caijun had agreed.
After all, Gao Liming was based in the Dragon Kingdom,
his reach limited.
Plus, he’d never had many men in the Dragon King Hall to begin with.
Li Caijun never imagined Gao Liming would dare.
"I know what you’re thinking. The mole isn’t stupid—someone else is pulling the strings from behind."
Li Caijun’s voice turned grave. "Who would have the audacity?"
Wu Yurong shook her head. "We don’t know yet."
"Let’s hurry and reinforce them."
Li Caijun called out the men from the meeting room.
Beyond these dozen or so,
hundreds more stood guard outside—
all elite forces.
Boom—Boom—Boom—
The deafening roar of artillery fire shook the Dragon King Hall again and again.
Explosions echoed from outside,
leaving Li Caijun and Wu Yurong’s ears ringing.
The bombardment didn’t stop.
If anything, it intensified.
Exchanging glances,
they saw murderous intent reflected in each other’s eyes.
With their alliance freshly sealed,
Mao Weidong’s side had been ambushed,
and now their own stronghold was under attack.
It was impossible not to suspect betrayal from within.
"I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not me. I’d never shoot myself in the foot."
"Same here."
After a tense silence,
they reluctantly lowered their guards.
A disheveled man stumbled inside,
his face smeared with ash, eyes wide with terror.
"Enemy attack—enemy attack—!"
Li Caijun grabbed him. "What’s happening out there?"
"All the factions eyeing the Dragon King Hall… they’ve coordinated an assault!" The man’s voice trembled.
Li Caijun and Wu Yurong exchanged another glance.
"Stay calm. I’ve got this." Li Caijun clapped the man’s shoulder—
a reassurance meant for Wu Yurong as well.
But the man kept shaking his head frantically.
"There are five or six hundred of them! Artillery, tanks—everything!"
The Dragon King Hall’s location was a closely guarded secret.
In their world,
the more hidden the stronghold, the safer.
And yet, not only had their position been exposed,
but the external defenses Li Caijun had withdrawn—
to facilitate their internal power struggle—
left them vulnerable.
Had they not been preoccupied with infighting,
the enemy would never have breached their defenses.
Had they caught wind of this earlier,
they wouldn’t be in this mess.
Li Caijun let out a bitter, furious laugh.
"Damn that mole! I hope your children are born without—!!!"
In that moment,
everything became clear.
Gao Liming was the real snake.
Not only had he betrayed them,
but he’d also leaked the Dragon King Hall’s location to their rivals.
Li Caijun couldn’t fathom what Gao Liming stood to gain,
but there was no time to dwell on it.
"We need to escape through the secret passage. Forget this place—we’ll rebuild."
His voice was thick with reluctant resolve.
He would return—just not today.
Wu Yurong seemed dazed.
The empire they’d nearly seized
had crumbled to ruins.
Who could they even blame for this disaster?
"You’re not going anywhere."
A calm, eerily familiar voice cut through the chaos.
Everyone froze.
Already on edge,
they barely had time to react before
several grenades—pins pulled—
were tossed into the room.
"Hit the deck!!!" Li Caijun roared.
He, Wu Yurong, and a few others moved fast.
The rest weren’t so lucky.
Boom—Boom—Boom—
These weren’t ordinary grenades.
They’d been enhanced—
several times more destructive than standard explosives.
In moments, the room was obliterated.
A raging inferno consumed everything.
Rat-tat-tat-tat—
A lithe figure dropped through the ventilation shaft,
dual micro-submachine guns blazing in both hands.
The image was straight out of Resident Evil—
like Alice in her deadliest form.
That silhouette.
That voice.
Li Caijun and Wu Yurong’s pupils contracted.
They knew who this was.
A primal fear seized them,
their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
"Kill her! Kill her now!!!" Li Caijun bellowed,
using rage to mask his terror.
"Five million per bullet that hits her!!!"
Wu Yurong, abandoning all dignity, joined in.
"I’ll add another five million! Plus a high-ranking position in the Hall!!!"
"Name your price—just take her down!!!"
At this point, wealth and power meant nothing.
Survival was all that mattered.
No one escaped An Youyi’s hunt alive.
Those who’d crossed her knew this best—
which was why Li Caijun and Wu Yurong had never dared oppose her.
Their underlings, however,
hadn’t recognized the Second-in-Command’s return.
Dazzled by the rewards promised by the Third and Fourth,
they charged like bloodthirsty hounds.
Even those wounded in the blast
dragged themselves up, guns blazing.
How hard could it be to kill one woman?
But as time passed,
the floor grew thick with spent casings—
and the bullet-riddled corpses of their comrades.
One by one,
they fell.
The bodies turned cold and lifeless one by one.
The survivors realized something was wrong.
This was nothing like what they had expected!!!
Trying to kill this ghostly, phantom-like woman—
Was absolutely not as easy as they thought!!!!
“Damn it, is this bitch human or a ghost? Human or a ghost?! This is way too freaky.”
“What the hell, not a single bullet hit her—this is insane.”
“Oh God! Is this woman an angel by Your side? Or is she the embodiment of Lady Luck? How else do you explain her walking away without a scratch?”
“Sht!! George, shut the hell up and reload instead of yapping! One more word and I’ll kick your ass with my boot!”
“……”
Li Caijun and Wu Yurong were still shaken.
The armed Angel of Slaughter was, without exaggeration, a war goddess.
A demon clawing her way out of hell!
An unstoppable force!!!!
Li Caijun steadied his trembling hand and said to Wu Yurong, “Once we drain her ammo, she’s done for. Even better if she gets injured—it’ll make finishing her off much easier.”
Wu Yurong swallowed hard.
Li Caijun wasn’t wrong.
For an assassin,
anything within reach could be a weapon.
Firearms were the perfect tools of the trade.
So once the bullets ran out,
An Youyi would be no threat.
One strike, and she’d be captured~
Luckily, An Youyi didn’t know their plan.
Otherwise, the Dragon Queen would’ve scoffed:
---------------------Truth is, I’m better with a blade than a gun.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!!!!!
Bang!
A bullet pierced George’s forehead, right between the eyes.
Even as he collapsed,
his face remained frozen in the same expression.
His companions were horrified.
Only four and a half men remained.
Why “four and a half”?
Three had light injuries, one was critically wounded, and the last had mastered the art of survival—keeping his distance from An Youyi.
That’s why he was still unharmed.
Now, panic set in.
“Dammit, she’s a monster!!! This woman’s a monster!!!”
“Only the Angel of Slaughter from our hall could stand a chance against her.”
“Wait… doesn’t she remind you of someone?”
“Who?”
“The Angel of Slaughter—An Youyi!”
Boom——
The realization hit them like a thunderbolt.
It wasn’t that they feared death.
But after fighting for so long without landing a single hit,
with no hope of turning the tide—
how could they stay calm?
They were scared out of their minds.
And though the suspicion that the killer was the Angel of Slaughter was just a guess,
when they factored in the hefty rewards Li Caijun and Wu Yurong had offered…
it was almost certain.
These men were foot soldiers, cannon fodder, lackeys—
but they weren’t stupid.
“Dear God, I just attacked the Angel of Slaughter…”
“Your Highness, Angel of Slaughter, spare me like I’m nothing!”
“If we surrender now, will you let us live?”
“God, what have I done?!”
The dead were gone; the living mourned.
Knowing death was certain,
why waste effort on a futile fight?
That’d just be idiocy.
Bang!!!!!
“Anyone who surrenders gets a bullet!” Li Caijun fired a warning shot into the ceiling, his tone deadly serious.
His murderous aura was unrestrained.
The men hesitated.
They answered to Wu Yurong.
She was their boss.
But then again,
defying Li Caijun also meant death.
Wu Yurong finally spoke.
“Listen to the Butcher!!! That female killer may be unstoppable, but she’s still flesh and blood. A bullet to the head—she dies! Enough bullets—she definitely dies!”
“Do you really think she’ll spare you if you surrender?”
“No, she won’t. Because when she strikes, she leaves no survivors!”
Wu Yurong didn’t outright confirm the killer was the Angel of Slaughter.
These guys were already terrified enough.
One more scare,
and they might just drop their guns and bail.
That’d be a disaster.
Her words, however, had their intended effect.
Sometimes, a little motivation worked wonders.
The men’s eyes gleamed with bloodlust, their killing intent surging.
“Aish, we’re dead either way—let’s fight!!!”
“Mom, I never want to face Lady Slaughter again…”
“Go meet God, you btch!!!”
The louder they roared,
the worse their fate.
A custom dagger, the Dragon Queen’s signature weapon, whistled through the air.
It flew at an impossible angle, piercing one man’s heart.
He didn’t even have time to scream
before a bullet tore through his mouth.
His vision darkened as he crumpled to the floor.
“Here.”
Li Caijun grabbed two rifles from a corpse, tossing one to Wu Yurong and keeping the other.
Wu Yurong caught it,
as Li Caijun continued, “The Angel’s using her dagger now—she’s running low on ammo. This is our only chance.”
“I’ll lead the charge. You cover me. Either we kill her, or we fight our way out.”
“But mark my words—if we don’t end her today, she’ll hunt us down later.”
“Choose: live with the nightmare, or end it in one go.”
Li Caijun wasn’t wrong.
The best way to conquer fear was to face it head-on.
Come on!!!!!
Just do it, OLE!!!
Wu Yurong narrowed her eyes and chambered a round.
“The undying legend of the Angel of Slaughter… ends with us.”
Li Caijun grinned.
This was why he admired her.
Fierce.
Ruthless.
Just his type!!!!
“Angel of Slaughter, you think you’re untouchable?! Come kill me if you dare!!!”
Li Caijun stood up, spraying bullets wildly in An Youyi’s direction.
The meeting room had no windows.
When it was designed,
Lin Fan never imagined someone would breach it.
Meetings were supposed to be confidential.
The only exits were the door
and a ventilation shaft five or six meters up in the ceiling.
----------------------------------------------------------
Moshi moshi, this plot twist serves a purpose.
The Dragon Queen must claim her rightful legacy—she can’t leave nothing for An Youyi, can she?
An Youyi~~~~~~~~
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
