Tang Ye escorted one of the girls back to the entrance of their factory.
After giving her some instructions, the girl asked for his phone number, probably feeling a bit safer having it.
Watching her leave, Tang Ye was just about to twist the throttle when Chen Miao, sitting on the backseat, suddenly reached out and gripped the clothes at his waist even tighter.
"She asked for your number?"
Her voice was muffled and carried a hint of sour jealousy.
Tang Ye started the motorcycle and gave a vague response, "Yeah, she said she'd call to let me know she's safe."
"She could have taken my number to report she's safe," Chen Miao snorted softly.
The motorcycle merged back into the night. The engine's roar was loud enough to cover up the ambient noise of the street.
With only the two of them left on the bike, the atmosphere instantly changed.
Chen Miao hesitated for a moment before finally wrapping her arms tightly around Tang Ye's waist from behind, pressing her cheek against his back.
Her warm touch seeped through his thin shirt, ironing against his back.
"I thought... no one would come to save me..." Her voice trembled with the relief of surviving a disaster.
Tang Ye's Adam's apple bobbed. Feeling the night breeze brush past his face, he decided to clear the air. "When I got there, they said you left with that Brother Hu."
As soon as he finished speaking, the arms around his waist suddenly tightened, squeezing him so hard he almost couldn't catch his breath.
"I did not! How could I ever leave with a guy like that!"
Chen Miao sounded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her voice rising a few pitches. "It was all A'e! She and that Brother Hu are in it together. I'm going to tear her mouth off when I see her!"
Sichuan girls really did have fiery tempers.
The more she spoke, the angrier she got, eventually burying her face completely into Tang Ye's back as if seeking her sole source of comfort.
Her breath was filled with his unique scent, a mix of faint blood and sweat, yet it made her feel an unprecedented sense of security.
After a long while, she asked in a muffled voice.
"Are you... really going to leave?"
"Yeah."
Tang Ye didn't look back, his gaze fixed straight ahead. "You saw it too. I killed someone. The police will definitely investigate. When they ask you, just tell them the truth. Of course, maybe it'll be just like that guy said, and nothing will happen at all."
Tang Ye said the latter half in a relaxed tone, though he didn't quite believe it himself.
"No way!"
Chen Miao immediately retorted, her voice fast and urgent. "I won't say anything! I'll just tell them a complete stranger saved us!"
This was the story the three of them had just agreed upon.
But Tang Ye knew very well that such a lie would crumble instantly under the pressure of a real interrogation.
If that timid girl couldn't handle it and blurted out his connection to Chen Miao, Chen Miao would be dragged down with him.
He deliberately slowed down the bike. The night wind grew gentle, and the silence between them took on an indescribable, lingering intimacy.
He somewhat cherished this brief moment together.
Just then, a restless little hand suddenly gave the soft flesh at his waist a gentle pinch.
A tingling sensation instantly shot from his waist through his entire body.
"Hey," Chen Miao's voice was kept very low, her breath tickling the back of his neck. "There's... a motel over there."
Tang Ye's muscles instantly tensed up, and the front of the bike wobbled.
He felt his heart beating so fast it might leap out of his throat. His mind went completely blank.
"I... I didn't bring my ID." He held his breath for a long time before spitting out this lame but truthful excuse.
"I didn't either."
Chen Miao's face grew even hotter. She buried her head deeper, her voice as quiet as a mosquito's hum, yet every single word drilled clearly into Tang Ye's ears.
"But a small place like that... probably doesn't need registration, right?"
"......"
Even though her voice was tiny, Tang Ye heard it loud and clear.
But Tang Ye didn't speak; he only felt his own breath turn scorching hot.
After a few seconds of silence, he heard the girl confess her final secret into his ear in a voice that was almost a whisper.
"It's my first time..."
"Actually... I've wanted to give myself to you for a long time."
This was definitely the victor's reward screen.
Vroom!
Before her words even faded, the motorcycle engine let out a fierce roar.
Tang Ye twisted the throttle hard. The bike shot forward instantly, followed by an insanely epic drift, braking sideways at an incredibly arrogant angle right in front of the small motel with the lit sign.
The tires screeched harshly against the ground.
He propped up his long leg and killed the engine, the movements flowing seamlessly together.
Inside the motel, a yawning landlady glanced up at them, her eyes completely devoid of interest.
"We need a room."
"One hundred and twenty, with a fifty deposit."
Just as expected, she didn't even ask for their IDs.
Holding the greasy key, Tang Ye led Chen Miao up the creaking stairs.
When the door clicked shut and locked behind them, the only sound left in the cramped space was the clear, audible beating of their hearts.
System: What the heck, I told you there's no more!
Liu Zheng stared at the message Lin Mo sent, his head throbbing with a massive headache.
He copied the message once again and forwarded it to Chen Lai.
"Tell me, how are we supposed to handle this?"
Chen Lai took a glance and put his phone down.
"Just write down that Lin Mo took action. He stepped up to take the blame for this issue, so we just need to handle the cleanup. I'll also proactively inform the discipline inspection department."
Liu Zheng sighed. "It's a pity. If I had Lin Mo's abilities, I would uproot them all."
"Pulling up the radish brings out the mud, don't you understand?"
Everyone understood this logic; it was just hard to say out loud.
Chen Lai shot Liu Zheng an exasperated look, then asked, "A lot of people have been asking me how we're going to deal with Ning Qingcheng."
"What? They actually want to deal with Ning Qingcheng?" Liu Zheng sneered.
"Ning Qingcheng is now a member of the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect. Making a move on Ning Qingcheng is just a death wish."
Liu Zheng wasn't going to coddle these noble families.
They didn't even stop to think that Lin Mo was a guy capable of going toe-to-toe with one of the founding elders of Yanhuang Awakening.
Moreover, according to the intel, Lin Mo could defeat the new Heavenly Master of this generation.
Even if he was a new Heavenly Master, he was still a Heavenly Master.
Chen Lai waved his hand dismissively.
"Let's not get involved. As long as we're in our own territory, we just need to avoid doing anything against Lin Mo and his people. However..."
"However what?" Liu Zheng turned his head to look at him.
"However, you must have received the news. Lin Mo is heading to Tianjing to participate in the tournament. I'm afraid things won't be so simple when the time comes."
Liu Zheng, on the other hand, didn't care.
"So what? As long as Lin Mo isn't in the wrong, no one can force him to admit fault. Besides, do they really think Perfected Being Beixuan is a fake?"
"What's the damn point of telling me this? Go tell Dongfang Shuye. I'm not worried about Lin Mo; I'm worried about those idiots in Tianjing."
Chen Lai had long since entered slacker mode. Ever since he became the acting bureau chief in Yangcheng, he had decided to just coast along and let things rot.
Liu Zheng felt this made sense too. After all, Lin Mo was not someone to be trifled with, and if he saw an injustice, he would truly roar out and intervene.
So, he immediately went to notify Dongfang Shuye.
As for the situation in Guancheng, there was no need to worry. A single order would be enough to clean up the mess.

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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?"

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.”

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!