The shady internet cafes were usually tucked away in narrow alleys and side streets.
Vehicles could barely get through.
A fat man and two skinny guys each stood at the entrances of the alley.
Next to them was a small cart, carrying a large box that looked big enough to fit a person inside.
They exchanged glances but said nothing, each occupying a corner.
They were waiting for a signal.
Upstairs, two people were playing a team game. Lin Mo’s usual pick, Caolun, hadn’t logged in, so Fang Jun stepped in to fill the spot.
This so-called “mixed school” was a skill where you could rank up even by just lying back in the lane.
Fang Jun chose the Rock Golem.
Yes, the hero known for sharing a single brain across all Rock Golem players.
“Run, run! Use your ultimate to escape! They won’t catch you,” Lin Mo directed, and Fang Jun obediently followed.
He decisively activated his ultimate and fled, showing off some real style.
Soon after, Lin Mo’s cold strike arrived first, followed by a rapid volley of shots.
Fang Jun, who was surrounded, escaped with his life, and the two jungle players were also taken down by Lin Mo.
“Awesome, Lao Mo!”
At that moment, a young man in the private room suddenly walked over carrying two bottles of drinks.
“Brother Dong told us last time that if you come again, we’d bring you drinks.”
Fang Jun didn’t react immediately, but Lin Mo smiled and took the glass bottle of cola.
“Thanks, man.” Lin Mo patted Fang Jun on the shoulder.
“Get back online, the minion wave is coming.”
Fang Jun could only turn back to his computer.
The young man said nothing and simply stepped aside to watch.
There were still many students around playing games.
When the time was right, they would all leave together. If they traveled in a group, it would be harder for his people to make a move.
So they decided to leave these two here.
Both bottles of cola were drugged, guaranteeing a deep, uninterrupted sleep.
That kid named Lin Mo was annoying, but it didn’t matter. They had no plans to take him away — only Fang Jun.
The game continued.
The two bottles of cola were soon drained.
The young man watching from a distance kept his eyes on them, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Soon after the match ended, Fang Jun waved his hand. “No, I’m a bit tired. I’ll nap for a bit. Lao Mo, wake me when it’s time.”
Lin Mo nodded, and Fang Jun lay his head on the desk, quickly falling asleep.
“The drug is really strong,” Lin Mo said as he raised his hand to slightly counteract the sleeping potion in Fang Jun’s body. Now only a trace remained—enough to keep him asleep but not enough to harm him or make him wake up prematurely.
As for Lin Mo himself, he lay down a few minutes later.
He looked completely harmless.
Seeing the two of them lying there, the young man finally relaxed. Now it was just a matter of waiting.
There was no chance either of them would wake up anytime soon.
As time passed, the students began to get up and head to class.
After all, it was time to attend lessons.
Many glanced at Lin Mo and Fang Jun in the corner as they left.
But no one approached to wake them.
Whether they woke up or not was nobody’s business.
Usually, students from the same school would call out to each other.
But the young man had already prepared two blankets to cover them.
They covered up their school uniforms so no one would call out to them.
“I really am a master of strategy,” he muttered.
With that, he pulled out his phone and made a call.
“Alright, time to collect the goods.”
The few people standing below heaved a sigh of relief, grabbed a burlap sack, and headed upstairs together.
Unbeknownst to them, just as these men went upstairs, Fang Zuodong—his face swollen from being beaten—had already come out, followed by several burly, imposing men who looked tough to mess with.
These men wore camouflage uniforms of the security patrol team, and their sturdy-looking clubs only added to their intimidating aura.
“Go on up. What kind of trouble did you bring back this time, kid? Ridiculous.”
Fang Zuodong looked wronged. “How was I supposed to know? I was just moving bricks, running a black internet café. If I could have gotten a license, I wouldn’t have had to run an illegal one.”
He had been sound asleep at home when his uncle dragged him out of bed without a word.
He got beaten up first, and only then did they start talking about the black internet café.
In the end, Fang Zuodong didn’t even realize he had raised a wolf.
To him, Ming was just an honest shut-in.
But under the watchful eyes of the Fang family, he had no choice but to lead the men upstairs.
As the boss, of course, he had the keys.
Inside the black internet café on the third floor, several men had already entered the main hall. The young man nodded toward two people in the corner.
“That kid on the left is the target. Put him in the burlap sack, carry him downstairs, and get him into the car. We’re leaving Goat City first.”
Ming gave orders while rifling through the cash on the tables and in the drawers.
The chubby guy even opened the freezer and casually grabbed a drink.
“Boss, are we really leaving just like this? Aren’t we taking the computers?”
“Let’s go. Moving the computers would be too risky. At most, they’re worth a few thousand yuan. Not worth it.”
Ming calculated precisely. “That little guy Fang Jun is settled. We’ll get at least a few hundred thousand from him. Isn’t that faster than doing fake transactions?”
“So you were planning this the moment you first saw us?”
Lin Mo stood up, the blanket slipping off his body.
Ming frowned. “You’re still awake?” He glanced at the glass bottle, which was clearly empty.
But Lin Mo sneered, “Putting sleeping pills in the drink? Such a low-level trick. Only that dumb kid Fang Jun didn’t catch on.”
Ming immediately pulled out a baton.
“If you’re smart, cooperate. Otherwise, I guarantee you won’t walk out of here alive.”
“Boss, he’s seen our faces. What do we do?” The chubby guy made a throat-slitting gesture.
But Lin Mo knew these men were all bluffing.
Their main goal was to intimidate him.
Yet Lin Mo didn’t move a muscle. Instead, he grabbed a bottle from the table and hurled it hard at the chubby guy.
The glass bottle was incredibly sturdy—it wouldn’t even break when dropped on the ground.
Striking a person’s head, it made a sharp, crisp sound.
“Shit!”
The tall, skinny man closest to the chubby guy’s side widened his eyes in shock and barely got out a curse before Lin Mo grabbed another bottle, weighing it in his hand with a cold glare.
His calm and composed demeanor, which to others seemed almost like a provocation, finally pushed Ming and the others over the edge.
“Get him!” Ming shouted.
Several people quickly surged forward, even the chubby guy who had been hit by the glass bottle first joined the charge.
But in the next moment, a glass bottle flew through the air, striking the chubby guy right on the forehead.
“Damn! Why does it always have to be me?”
Before he could finish, he staggered backward.
At that moment, the main door of the Black Internet Cafe was suddenly pushed open, and a group of security patrol members dressed in camouflage rushed in.
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!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
