Whether it was a ghost or not didn't matter.
Wu Hui couldn't even be bothered to respond. He merely half-opened his eyes, his indifferent gaze lightly sweeping over Brother Snake.
With just that single glance, cold sweat instantly drenched Brother Snake's back. It was as if an eagle's sharp talons had locked around his neck, causing his breath to hitch.
He hurriedly bowed and rushed to explain, "Xiao Hu has indeed been with me for a long time, Prince knows about this too. He has always been reliable in his work, otherwise, we wouldn't have entrusted him with this kind of task."
Hearing this, Prince showed no expression. He simply turned his gaze to the pale-faced Brother Hu standing nearby.
"Looking at your face, do you have something to say?"
"Yes! Yes!" Brother Hu, as if grasping at a lifeline, nodded hastily and poured out everything about Tang Ye like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.
Because Tang Ye happened to not have his ID on him, Brother Hu actually didn't know his name.
But he still tried his utmost to recount the entire process clearly, terrified of missing a single detail.
After listening, Prince's brows knitted into a tight knot.
Moreover, everyone in the warehouse was dead, leaving no witnesses, but the presence of an extra outsider was indeed something that could be verified.
He pulled out his phone, his fingertips tapping rapidly on the screen, and sent out a message.
The office fell into a dead silence once more. The only sound was the faint clinking of Wu Hui playing with his jade wares, each click feeling like a strike against the hearts of Brother Hu and Brother Snake.
In just the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, the phone screen lit up with a buzzing vibration.
Prince opened the message. With just a quick sweep of his eyes, his frown deepened.
He looked up, his gaze scraping across Brother Hu's face like a knife.
"You said you knocked that guy out, tied his hands and feet securely, and threw him straight into the dog cage?"
"Yes! Yes!" Brother Hu nodded repeatedly, eagerly adding, "Tied up tight and secure. I checked it myself, there's absolutely no way he could break free!"
"No way to break free?"
Prince sneered and flashed the phone screen at him. Although Brother Hu couldn't read the words on it, the chilling aura already hit him in the face.
"My people told me they found several hemp ropes at the scene that had been snapped straight apart."
Snapped apart?
Not cut, not untied, but forcefully snapped using sheer brute strength!
Brother Hu's mind buzzed, and he was completely stunned. A chill shot up from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.
How much strength would that take? Was he even fucking human?
Prince completely ignored his shock and continued his clear, logical analysis. "So, the one who killed those men in the warehouse and called the cops to draw them there was that same poor bastard you claimed was securely tied up."
"Furthermore, he knows who you are, and he knows that's your turf."
With every word Prince spoke, Brother Snake's expression grew uglier, and his glare toward Brother Hu became increasingly vicious.
Prince wasn't actually that protective of his subordinates, but right now, there was no need for Brother Hu to take the fall.
His fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk. Finally, his index finger stopped, pointing straight at Brother Hu as if delivering a verdict.
"The root of this matter lies with you. That guy is coming for you."
He paused and glanced around at the ashen-faced Brother Hu and Brother Snake, who hardly dared to breathe.
"I don't care if he's a man or a ghost. Since he'll be coming back for you, you better figure out a way to take care of him, and make it clean."
"If you can't solve it," Prince's finger shifted to Brother Snake, "Old Snake, you handle him."
Brother Snake's body trembled, and he immediately lowered his head.
"If you can't solve it either, Old Snake," Prince's voice was flat, without a ripple of emotion, as if discussing a trivial matter, "then I'll find someone to take care of both of you."
Prince had built his fortune in the entertainment district. Dealing with all kinds of people, he knew best how to solve the biggest troubles at the smallest cost.
He didn't always have to be absolute in his actions, but that didn't mean he lacked a ruthless heart.
This escalating death ultimatum made Brother Hu shake like a leaf.
"Yes! Prince! I understand!" He immediately nodded like a pounding pestle, not daring to utter half a word of nonsense.
Brother Snake whipped his head around, his eyes looking as if they would spit fire as he glared fixedly at Brother Hu. Gritting his teeth audibly, he viciously slapped the back of Brother Hu's head.
"Day in and day out, all you do is cause trouble for me! Are you fucking tired of living!"
Brother Hu's face was full of grievance, his lips trembling, but he couldn't say a single word.
Even though kidnapping people was something ordered by the higher-ups.
But when the blame actually came down, he was definitely the one who had to shoulder it.
Prince waved his hand. Brother Snake and Brother Hu immediately understood and bowed as they backed out of the office.
The door gently clicked shut, isolating the inside from the outside world.
Inside the office, President Yan, who had remained silent the whole time, shifted into a more comfortable position on the sofa. Crossing his legs, he observed Wu Hui with great interest.
But he didn't say a word.
"President Yan, I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself in front of you," Wu Hui took the initiative to speak, a trace of apology on his face.
"Not at all." President Yan waved his hand, smiling meaningfully. "Subordinates doing sloppy work—who hasn't encountered that? I was just curious to see how Prince would handle it. Truly, a display of formidable strength."
He gave a thumbs-up, but his eyes weren't praising Wu Hui's methods of handling subordinates.
Instead, they praised the effortless composure with which he moved from receiving the news to resolving the problem, remaining utterly unruffled.
This showed just how deeply Wu Hui's roots were planted in this territory, and that he had people covering for him.
A mighty dragon might not suppress a local snake, but if a mighty dragon could join forces with a local snake, they would be an unstoppable force, invincible wherever they went.
President Yan's mental abacus was clicking away, and the smile on his face grew more genuine.
"Just a minor interlude. It won't delay our actual business." Wu Hui stood up from his executive chair, walked over to the wine cabinet, and took out an aged bottle of red wine. "I've kept you waiting too long, President Yan. We can't delay enjoying today's good stuff any longer."
At the mention of "good stuff," President Yan's eyes lit up a few degrees. He involuntarily sat up straighter, rubbed his hands together, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
After all, his unique fetishes couldn't be satisfied just anywhere.
Meanwhile.
Coming out of Prince's office, the air conditioning in the corridor seemed to carry a biting chill.
Brother Hu kept his head down, the cold sweat on his back not yet dry. Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks from his forehead. He had already braced himself for a severe, face-splitting scolding from Brother Snake.
But the anticipated fury never came. A thick hand simply patted his shoulder lightly.
"Alright, stop looking like a defeated rooster."
Brother Snake's voice betrayed neither anger nor joy.
Brother Hu jerked his head up, his lips moving, but he couldn't form a single word.
"When we get back, I'll assign you twenty more good men," Brother Snake said, looking straight ahead without breaking his stride. "Turn the place upside down if you have to, but dig that blind bastard out for me. Chop him to pieces and feed him to the dogs. Do you understand?"
Brother Hu froze for a moment. "Brother Snake... I..."
"Don't 'I' this and 'I' that. In front of Prince, I can't protect you much, but privately, I will definitely help you."
Hearing this, Brother Hu was almost moved to tears.
Brother Snake only said this because he hoped Brother Hu would take the initiative to solve the problem. If it truly couldn't be resolved, he himself would be in a lot of trouble.
"Rest assured, Brother Snake. I remember what that guy looks like, and I can definitely track him down."
As they spoke, the two men had already arrived at the elevator.
Before they could even press the button, they noticed the elevator slowly coming up from the floors below.
This was an exclusive elevator. People like the cleaning staff all had to take the stairs.
Brother Snake looked at Brother Hu in confusion, but Brother Hu was just as clueless.
Ding!
The doors opened.

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

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!

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.”