A few dozen seconds later, Yaya sent a location pin.
Su Yang opened it and saw the address was called Guihe Mansion, a fairly upscale high-rise residential complex in Haicheng.
It was about seven kilometers from Senhai Manor.
Su Yang smiled slightly, got up to use the bathroom, and a few minutes later stood by the entrance.
He opened the watch case, took out his Audemars Piguet, and put it on. Then he stared thoughtfully at the seven car keys in another box.
"Which one should I drive today?"
As he looked at the keys, a sudden idea popped into his head.
—System? I have a question.
[Go ahead, Host.]
—For the cars you’ve rewarded me, if I don’t like one, can I exchange it for another?
After a two-second pause, the system replied.
[Yes. Each car can be exchanged once every six months, but only for a vehicle of equal or lesser value. Note: Cars purchased by the Host independently are not eligible for exchange.]
—No way, seriously?
[Affirmative.]
Su Yang’s lips curled into a smirk. He’d only asked casually but hadn’t expected it to actually be possible.
He glanced at the six keys in the box (excluding the Audi) and pondered.
"Might as well swap out the Aston Martin. I’ve never really liked it much, and it’s the one I drive the least anyway."
"Since I get two exchanges a year, why not try one now?"
After a brief moment of deliberation, he called out in his mind.
—System, I’d like to exchange a car now.
[Please select the vehicle you wish to exchange, Host.]
—Aston Martin DBX707.
[Exchange request logged. Please wait...]
......
Thirty seconds later, the system’s voice returned.
[Ding. The Aston Martin DBX707 has been entered into the exchange system. Please select a replacement vehicle with a value of 3.5 million RMB or less.]
Without hesitation, Su Yang answered.
—Bentley Bentayga S Black Edition.
[Scanning. Please wait...]
[2024 Bentley Bentayga S, 4.0T V8, Black Edition, valued at 3.5 million RMB. Exchange conditions met. Confirm replacement?]
—Confirm.
Another thirty seconds of silence passed before the system responded.
[Ding! Vehicle exchange successful. Host may now drive this vehicle at any time.]
Su Yang grinned as he looked at the keys on the shelf—the Aston Martin key had transformed into a Bentley key.
—Damn, System, you’re efficient! Props!
He picked up the key and examined it. "Not bad. I was considering the X5M, but that’s half the value—not worth it. This is perfect."
After a brief internal debate, he grabbed the Bentley and Rolls-Royce keys, stuffed them into his bag, and headed out.
Soon, he took the elevator down to the underground garage and strode toward his four adjacent parking spots.
The Aston Martin that had been parked between the 911 Turbo S and the S680 was now replaced by a sleek black Bentley Bentayga.
Even the license plate from the Martin had been transferred to the Bentayga.
—Nice attention to detail, System.
"This car’s way cooler—feels a whole tier above the DBX!"
Su Yang nodded in satisfaction, circling the vehicle for a full inspection before hopping inside to test the feel. After a few minutes, he locked the car and stepped out.
"Tonight, I’ll take the Cullinan out first. You’re next."
With a light chuckle, he turned and walked toward the other two parking spots nearby.
Soon, Su Yang was cruising down the road in the Cullinan. It was 5:30 PM—peak rush hour—and traffic was crawling.
Drivers in adjacent lanes rolled down their windows, pulling out their phones to snap pictures of the luxury SUV.
A standard Cullinan retails for 7 million RMB, the Black Badge version for 8 million, but Su Yang’s Mansory Black Warrior edition cost a staggering 11 million.
Essentially a moving "villa," it was impossible for car enthusiasts to resist capturing it on camera. For most people, this was a car they’d never own in their lifetime.
Su Yang kept his eyes on the road, unfazed by the attention.
At a red light, an orange Tank 300 pulled up beside him.
Su Yang glanced over and saw a short-haired beauty in the driver’s seat. She was already staring at him.
"Hey, handsome! Sick ride—is that a Cullinan Black Badge?"
Su Yang smiled. "Close. Mansory custom edition."
"Oh? I’m not too familiar. What’s the price tag?"
"Just over ten."
"Ten… million?!"
Her eyes widened as she gave a thumbs-up. "Damn, that’s impressive. Looks killer!"
"Thanks. Light’s green."
With a press of the accelerator, the Cullinan surged ahead first.
"Even at a red light, the luxury car gets attention. Can’t complain."
......
About forty minutes later, Su Yang finally reached the gates of Guihe Mansion.
He pulled over, took out his phone, and dialed Yaya’s WeChat number.
After two rings, she picked up.
"Hey, Su Yang, you here?"
"Yeah, at your gate. You on your way out?"
"Almost! One minute tops, hang on."
"Got it."
Soon, a tall, stunning blonde with a killer figure emerged from the complex.
She wore a simple black fitted tank top, revealing her toned midriff, and carried a tan Hermès Birkin bag.
Her outfit was completed by a matching black bodycon mini skirt, showcasing her endless legs, and low-top black-and-white Converse sneakers.
The look was effortlessly chic yet undeniably sexy.
Su Yang gave a quick once-over before tapping the horn.
Beep beep!
Hearing the sound, Yaya tilted her head, spotted him, and hurried over.
Leaning toward the passenger window, Su Yang grinned. "Long time no see!"
"Su Yang, it’s been ages! Is this your car?"
"Yep. Why?"
"A Rolls-Royce Cullinan? Had no idea you were loaded."
He chuckled. "Not that loaded. Get in already!"
"Oh! Right." She opened the door and slid into the seat.
"Been a while, but I swear you’ve gotten even hotter?!" Yaya teased, shooting him a playful look.
"Oh? You can tell?" Su Yang joked back.
"Hello, blue eyes here—I see more than most."
Su Yang shook his head with a laugh. "Yeah, yeah. Let’s get going."
As the car rolled forward, he asked, "When did you get to Haicheng?"
"About a week ago. You never replied to my texts."
"Busy, sorry. But a promise is a promise—what do you feel like eating?"
"Anything’s fine~" She flashed a bright smile.
Su Yang sighed. "‘Anything’ again? How about Japanese?"
"Perfect! I haven’t had it in forever~"
"Cool. I’ll check for a spot on the app."
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
