You may not believe that the Dragon King, Lin Fan, is generous.
But you can always trust that the craftsmanship and materials of the Dragon King Hall are top-notch.
There’s not a trace of cutting corners or half-hearted work.
After all, this is the protagonist’s stronghold.
As the protagonist, Lin Fan wouldn’t neglect his own home—his base of operations.
This is his own enterprise.
So even if the materials cost a fortune,
he doesn’t bat an eye.
An Youyi was hiding behind a section of the wall.
Bullets hadn’t penetrated here.
The two remaining thugs who could still move also sprayed gunfire in her direction.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Sparks flew.
When you're poor, you rely on precision strikes; when you're rich, you drown them in firepower.
They were convinced that if An Youyi dared to peek out, she’d be done for.
“Come out!!! Are you scared?”
“Surrender, and I’ll spare your worthless life.”
“Or work for me. I know your relationship with the Dragon King is just so-so—you’re only here because you have your own needs.”
“We can settle this peacefully. Whatever the Dragon King promised you, I, Li Caijun, will triple it!”
“You won’t have to lift a finger for the Dragon King Hall. Stay if you want, or just keep the title.”
“Here, you’d be the top dog—even my orders would be optional. No one could interfere with you.”
A master manipulator doesn’t just know how to spin dreams.
They must also understand
the art of deception,
the technique of empty promises.
In truth, Li Caijun had no intention of letting An Youyi go.
Keeping a live grenade by your side—
you never know when it’ll blow.
Who could sleep soundly with that looming over them?
The thought alone pissed him off.
So Li Caijun’s plan was simple:
The moment An Youyi stepped out to negotiate,
he’d empty his clip into her.
That’s just how Li Caijun operated—
fast, precise, and ruthless!!!
Wu Yurong blinked, as if realizing something, then chimed in: “That’s right, Sister An. Name your terms, and they’re yours.”
They talked a big game,
but their gunfire never let up.
The group inched closer to An Youyi’s position.
When the distance between them shrank to less than six meters,
An Youyi’s voice, cool and unshaken, carried from behind the wall.
“Your offer lacks sincerity.”
The words made Li Caijun and the others pause.
“Hold fire!!!”
Li Caijun raised a fist and barked the order.
He wasn’t afraid of An Youyi speaking up—
he was afraid she wouldn’t.
Li Caijun knew full well
that the Angel of Slaughter, An Youyi, was a woman of her word.
Once she made up her mind,
nothing could sway her—
unless she said so herself.
Wu Yurong, familiar with An Youyi’s temperament, quickly added:
“Sister An, come out. It’s just about dividing the spoils—let’s talk this through.”
But here’s the thing—
never just listen to what people say.
Watch what they do, and how they do it!!!
Li Caijun and his crew claimed they were open to negotiation,
but their rifles stayed firmly gripped,
barrels still trained on the doorway.
Their steps slowed as they crept forward.
“Stop right there. If this is a truce, holding guns isn’t exactly proper etiquette.”
An Youyi’s voice was flat.
Li Caijun and Wu Yurong’s hearts skipped a beat.
They’d forgotten—
the Angel of Slaughter wasn’t just any killer.
She was the world’s number one assassin.
Her hearing far surpassed an ordinary person’s.
The others looked to Li Caijun for direction.
After a brief hesitation, Li Caijun’s expression hardened.
“Miss An, negotiations require leverage. If you want a fight, fine—we’re not cornered yet. But you’ll walk away wounded too. Unless you’re aiming for mutual destruction.”
“If you want sincerity, let’s all show it. Drop your weapons first.”
His argument was airtight.
Wu Yurong frowned, shooting Li Caijun a questioning glance.
He responded with a reassuring smile.
Then, Li Caijun tossed his gun toward the doorway.
It landed two meters away—
close enough to be seen from An Youyi’s angle,
but not so close that she could grab it easily.
“Your turn.”
A moment later,
An Youyi flung out two compact submachine guns,
mimicking Li Caijun’s move.
The fact that she willingly disarmed—
this was a good sign!!!!
Everyone knew
this top-tier assassin was deadly,
a force to be reckoned with—
even Li Caijun, the Butcher, acknowledged that.
But her one flaw?
She was clueless about human deceit.
Naive as a child,
with no grasp of deception.
All skill, no cunning.
“Good!!! Perfect!!!”
Li Caijun grinned.
With a wave of his hand,
two more guns clattered to the ground.
Without needing instruction,
An Youyi tossed out her sniper rifle next.
Li Caijun and Wu Yurong tensed—
this was going better than expected!!!!
Wu Yurong didn’t hesitate.
She hurled her AK toward the pile.
An Youyi then discarded her pistol.
“That’s all?”
Li Caijun asked.
“That’s all,” An Youyi replied.
Li Caijun and Wu Yurong exhaled in relief.
If An Youyi said it was all,
it was all.
No one else’s word held such weight.
“Hahaha—so, Miss An, do you come to us, or shall we come to you?”
If anyone else had claimed to be unarmed,
Li Caijun would’ve been suspicious.
But An Youyi?
She was the Angel of Slaughter—
a woman who never lied.
“You come to me.”
A pause.
“All four of you.”
Li Caijun smirked. “As you wish.”
He gestured for the two remaining thugs to join.
They exchanged uneasy glances but obeyed.
Li Caijun and Wu Yurong trailed behind.
Wait—
didn’t Li Caijun confirm An Youyi was harmless?
Why wasn’t he leading the charge?
Ladies, have you ever seen a boss rush ahead?
Back in the sword-and-shield days, maybe—
to boost morale.
Now? That’s just suicide.
The Nightmare Butcher wasn’t afraid to die,
but he wasn’t stupid enough to throw his life away.
At this moment,
every heart pounded wildly.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Five meters… four… three… two!!!
Now they stood where the guns had been dropped.
A single crouch,
and they could snatch their weapons back.
Four against one.
An Youyi’s firearms were at least two meters away—
she’d have to step out into their line of fire to reach them.
The Dragon King without her gun
is like a tiger without its teeth.
She wouldn’t even need a hero like Wu Song to take her down—
a few punches from an ordinary person would be enough.
What was there to fear from an An Youyi like this?
A cold glint flashed in Li Caijun’s eyes.
He suppressed the urge to order someone to pick up the gun immediately,
because doing so might make An Youyi flee.
An escaped An Youyi was the most terrifying of all.
He would personally end this nightmare!!!
At that very moment,
three or four pitch-black little spheres were thrown into the room.
Everyone’s nerves were already stretched taut.
Even the slightest disturbance
would instantly grab their attention,
let alone these small black orbs.
“Goddammit!!!!” Li Caijun roared, lunging toward Wu Yurong.
The distance was close,
and the time from the spheres hitting the ground was short—
everything happened in the blink of an eye.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM----------
Another towering blaze erupted.
The two lackeys leading the charge
were swallowed by the fiery dragon,
turned into two massive pieces of charred flesh.
Meanwhile, Wu Yurong’s delicate, enchanting back was severely burned,
now a bloody mess.
Huh????????
Why wasn’t Li Caijun the one burned?
Because he’d pulled off a dirty trick—
the moment he hit the ground, he yanked Wu Yurong in front of him as a shield.
Naturally, she was the one who took the flames.
As the saying goes:
Better the priest perish than the parishioner.
Every man for himself, or heaven and earth will destroy you.
In the face of life and death,
everything else is fleeting,
unable to withstand scrutiny or trial.
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Writing a bit more today—more to come later.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
