Han Family---
"Hahaha···Xiao Lin is truly a fine young man, a master's disciple indeed!"
An elderly white-haired man, well past his sixties, stroked his beard and laughed.
Lin Fan rarely showed modesty, "Mr. Han, you flatter me. I haven't fully mastered my master's skills yet, I dare not claim such praise."
The Han Family, being the last of the four great families in Magic City,
does not mean they are not powerful.
It's just that the Han Family's business is not so glamorous.
After all, the Han Family is a black-society clan.
Where there is darkness, there is light.
Where there is shadow, there is sunshine.
Both are indispensable.
The two chatted for a while longer.
Lin Fan suddenly said, "Mr. Han, I heard that Li Dabiao had a past conflict with the Han Family?"
Hearing this, Han Xiong smiled, "Yes, but that was a long time ago, Xiao Lin. How did you know?"
Lin Fan took a sip of tea, "Just some hearsay, not to be taken seriously. It's better to settle old and new scores together. I have a deep grudge with Li Dabiao, it's a matter of life and death. If I eliminate him, the Han Family's bar business will improve."
Han Xiong's eyes flashed with a hint of joy.
For the Han Family,
Li Dabiao was a thorn.
The Han Family feared the Xu Family and dared not openly eliminate Li Dabiao.
If Lin Fan was willing to take this on, it was the best outcome!
Han Xiong filled Lin Fan's teacup, "Xiao Lin, in Dragon Country, killing someone means paying with your life, but you can rest assured, we'll prepare a scapegoat for you."
Lin Fan grinned, cupping his hands, "Lin thanks Mr. Han."
Han Xiong laughed heartily, "It's a small matter, small matter. I should be the one thanking you."
Pausing, Han Xiong asked, "Xiao Lin, are you not married yet?"
Han Xiong knew Lin Fan's master.
He was a super big shot.
As for Lin Fan himself, he had his own forces abroad!
Such a talent, not to be recruited, would be too much of a waste.
Lin Fan swallowed hard.
Han Xiong had a granddaughter, rumored to be as beautiful and graceful as Shen Manni.
However, there were no photos online.
Lin Fan decided to play it safe first.
What if the rumors were not true?
What if Han Xiong's granddaughter was actually an ugly monster?
He, the Dragon King, would end up with a worthless bargain, wouldn't that be a big loss?
"Yes, but I believe a man should have a formidable career before considering romance···"
Click-clack
The sound of high heels echoed.
"Grandpa, what are you talking about? Who is he?"
A red-clad beauty with exquisite features and a curvaceous figure walked in from outside.
Han Xiong stood up with a smile, waving his hand, "Zhiqi, you're just in time, come over. This young man is Lin Fan, the disciple of that big shot I often mentioned to you."
"Xiao Lin, this is my precious granddaughter, Han Zhiqi. You two are young, you should have a lot in common."
Han Xiong's matchmaking intentions were too obvious.
Seeing Han Zhiqi for the first time,
Lin Fan was stunned!
He wanted to slap his previous self a few times!
Damn it! Why did you have to act cool!
Why did you have to be aloof!
Just say you're unmarried and leave it to Mr. Han to decide, wouldn't that be it?
"Miss Han, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Lin Fan."
Lin Fan tried to stay calm.
He extended his hand towards Han Zhiqi.
Since it was Han Xiong who introduced them,
Han Zhiqi had no choice but to be polite and shook his hand.
"Hello, I'm Han Zhiqi."
They chatted for a while.
Mostly Lin Fan finding topics.
Han Zhiqi responded sporadically.
Lin Fan could tell she wasn't interested.
So he took the initiative to leave.
There were still many days ahead, no need to rush.
Han Xiong patted his head, laughing awkwardly, "Xiao Lin, look at me, this old man is getting senile. You young people chat, what am I doing here? Why don't you continue talking, I'll go for a walk."
"Grandpa, your health is not good, I'll accompany you." Han Zhiqi said.
Lin Fan was awkwardly looking for a hole to crawl into.
I'm willing, you're willing, but your granddaughter isn't willing!
"Mr. Han, I have something to do tonight, let's talk after it's done."
Han Xiong: "Do you need me to find some good hands? Li Dabiao is not weak, and there are qigong masters around him."
Lin Fan shook his head, "More people will only affect the speed of my punches!"
After saying that, he chatted with Han Xiong a few more times.
He left in what he thought was a very cool and handsome way.
Han Xiong was more and more satisfied.
Young people should have backbone!
"Zhiqi, tonight you take some people to Dark Night Bar to assist Xiao Lin in killing Li Dabiao." Han Xiong said with concern.
Han Zhiqi pouted, "I don't want to. Grandpa, didn't you just see, that guy's tone is so arrogant!"
Han Xiong was amused, "One day, when your martial arts reach Xiao Lin's level, you can be arrogant too."
Han Zhiqi had no choice.
"Alright. I'll go prepare."
Han Xiong: "Go, tonight's matter is crucial. Bring some of the Han Family's resources, and if necessary, you can use weapons!"
Born into a black-society family, Han Zhiqi's skills were certainly not weak.
This time, letting her go out was for practical training.
On the other hand, Han Xiong wanted to matchmake them.
For family-arranged marriages,
Han Zhiqi felt an instinctive aversion.
The happiness she wanted, she would pursue it herself!
"Grandpa, I'm going to get busy."
Aversion aside,
It was not good to offend the old man's face.
On the other side.
At the end of the workday,
Xu Mo stretched comfortably.
Another day of hardworking as a salted fish.
Only the masseuses at the massage parlor could understand his hardship.
Putting the keys in his pocket,
Xu Mo's mood was delightful.
"Summer, summer quietly passes, leaving little secrets♫···I think of you again, how sweet, how sweet, how can I forget♫"
The good mood suddenly turned sour.
Xu Mo picked up his phone and glanced at the contacts.
It was Shen Manni calling.
They had exchanged contact information during the last birthday dinner.
"What's wrong with this silly woman?"
Xu Mo suppressed his doubts and pressed the answer button.
"Hello? Manni, I'm so happy····"
"Xu Mo, take me to the bar tonight!"
Dududu····
Xu Mo's mouth twitched.
The call was cut off halfway through his sentence.
Not only that, but the other party hung up directly!
What do you mean, take you to the bar!
Are you crazy!
Can't you go by yourself!
Don't you have hands and feet?
Xu Mo was speechless.
Ever since the last birthday party with Shen Manni,
Xu Mo found that this woman was getting more and more reckless every day.
She even added his WeChat contact.
In the original plot,
Shen Manni was a good girl.
Bars and such, she definitely wouldn't go.
What's wrong with her today, so unusual!

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.”

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