Su Yang listened attentively throughout, and after Meng Wenzhou finished speaking, he gave an "ok" gesture.
"Got it."
Meng Wenzhou chuckled. "Honestly, I wasn’t planning to drag this out with him back then. I just treated the big guy and the person next to him as a normal sparring match."
"After all, we live in a civilized society now. I didn’t want to blow this small issue out of proportion. Ever since I met you, I’ve become way more laid-back. But Deng Hao has been smearing me online these past couple of days. I’m sure Liu Bo already told you about it."
"A little back-and-forth offline is whatever, but now he’s making such a fuss that several of my friends have been calling to ask what’s going on. I’ve had to spend the last two days explaining things to people."
Meng Wenzhou paused, then looked at Su Yang and continued, "So tonight, I called him out to settle this once and for all. If we can clear things up, great—no more crossing paths, and no more spreading rumors about me."
"But if we can’t, then I won’t mind playing his game properly."
After Meng Wenzhou finished, Su Yang said, "Understood. What’s Deng Hao’s family background in Shanghai?"
Meng Wenzhou thought for a moment. "I’m not entirely sure now, but I heard his dad made a fortune in tourism over the last two years."
Su Yang nodded. "Alright, it makes sense for someone like him to have a skilled fighter by his side. What time did you agree to meet?"
Meng Wenzhou glanced at his Patek Philippe watch. "10 o’clock. He should be on his way now."
"Fine, let’s wait for them then." Su Yang said casually before picking up another piece of fruit to eat.
Liu Bo, seeing this, grinned. "Yang-ge, if things don’t go smoothly later and we end up throwing hands..."
"I’ll have to warn them in advance—if they get crippled, don’t blame me~"
"Hahaha, good! With you here, Yang-ge, I’m completely at ease. After all, you’re the guy who can go toe-to-toe with a bear."
Hearing this, Meng Wenzhou tilted his head and smirked. "You guys actually ran into a bear that time?"
"Hey, Meng-ge, why don’t you believe it? Running into a bear in that kind of primeval forest is totally normal!"
"Alright, but did Lao Su really fight a bear one-on-one?"
"Yeah! At first, Yang-ge was trying to lure it away, so he fought while retreating. But that bear had no honor—it suddenly turned and charged at us. In the end, Yang-ge and I teamed up and drove it off!"
Liu Bo sounded almost heroic as he recounted the story.
Meng Wenzhou turned to him with a grin. "Fine, I believe you. Lao Su wouldn’t make up something like that. But if you teamed up with him to fight off a bear, how come you couldn’t handle some punk by Deng Hao’s side?"
At this, Liu Bo’s confident expression instantly deflated. "Meng-ge, why’d you have to bring that up? That kid might look dumb, but he’s got some real skills."
"Especially his agility—I couldn’t even grab him. Usually, agile guys aren’t that strong, but this guy hits like a damn wild bull."
Liu Bo sighed. "Of course, part of why I lost is that I haven’t fought in ages and barely train anymore. Otherwise, hmph! I could’ve handled him with one hand!"
Meng Wenzhou looked at Su Yang and laughed. "Hahaha, Lao Su, this guy’s all talk."
Su Yang joined in the laughter. "Then you better start training again—get back to your prime!"
"It’s just that life’s too comfortable now, and I’ve gotten lazy. Plus, it’s not like we’re at war or living in some rough-and-tumble society where fists fly all the time. What’s the point of training?"
Su Yang winked at Liu Bo. "You never know. What if one day, skilled fighters start popping up everywhere? By then, it’ll be too late to train."
Liu Bo laughed. "Don’t scare me, Yang-ge, haha! But yeah, I’ll pick it up again when I have time."
"By the way, where’s Ziming? Didn’t you guys invite him?" Su Yang suddenly remembered that Zhang Ziming should’ve been here too.
Liu Bo sighed. "That guy ran off to Shanghai with his girlfriend again."
"Oh? Visiting his father-in-law?"
"Not his father-in-law—Yi Xue’s grandfather’s place," Meng Wenzhou added.
Su Yang thought for a moment. "Sounds like they might be getting married soon?"
"Who knows? But do you really think Ziming would settle down this young?"
"Fair point."
"What about Ji Bole?"
"Ji Bo? I didn’t tell him. Even though we’re cool, this isn’t that big of a deal. Besides, all he knows is eating, drinking, and having fun—no use bringing him along."
"Alright."
After chatting for a while, at 9:50, a knock sounded at the private room’s door.
The three exchanged glances and nodded. Liu Bo turned toward the entrance and called out, "Come in!"
Click.
The black door slowly opened. Su Yang, lounging on the sofa, fixed his gaze on the newcomers.
A server ushered in three young people—two men and a woman.
One of the men stood around 175 cm, neither fat nor thin, with slightly curly black hair streaked with green highlights.
He had thick eyebrows, mismatched eyes, a broad nose, and slightly thick lips. His face looked like it had been lightly made up.
His appearance was average, bordering on unattractive. He wore a loose, gray-black Balenciaga T-shirt, a flashy Richard Mille watch, and several glittering diamond rings. His outfit was completed by ripped jeans and white-green Trainer sneakers.
Overall, his style was trendy, but it clashed with his vibe.
This was none other than Deng Hao, the guy Meng Wenzhou and Liu Bo had been talking about.
The other guy beside Deng Hao was instantly recognizable to Su Yang—Meng Wenzhou and Liu Bo’s description of him as "dull-witted" was spot-on.
He was also around 175 cm, lean, with short black hair and slightly sallow skin. His face was long, his features unremarkable—big but lifeless eyes, a flat nose, and pale lips.
He dressed plainly: a plain white T-shirt, black pants, and a pair of old-fashioned cloth shoes that most young people wouldn’t be caught dead wearing.
After quickly sizing up the two men, Su Yang turned his attention to the young woman on Deng Hao’s other side.
Her looks were above average—maybe a 7.5 to 8 out of 10. She had a heart-shaped face, delicate features, and short bangs.
She wore a purple crop top and black denim hot pants, standing around 165 cm tall.
Su Yang lost interest after a single glance—mostly because she radiated arrogance. From the moment she entered, she stood with her arms crossed and a permanent scowl.
As the server led Deng Hao’s group toward them, Deng Hao waved at Meng Wenzhou with a grin.
"Hello, Young Master Meng~ Long time no see! Oh, and who’s this?"
He turned his gaze to Su Yang, who sat beside Meng Wenzhou.
Meng Wenzhou smiled faintly. "My friends, have a seat first."
"Sure thing~" Deng Hao replied with a grin before sitting down across from the trio.
The two men beside him followed suit.
"So, what's the deal? Did Young Master Meng invite us out tonight to treat us to some fun here?"
"Absolutely." Meng Wenzhou glanced up and waved at the server standing behind Deng Hao and his companions.
Noticing the gesture, the server promptly turned and left.
Once the server was gone, Meng Wenzhou pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and spoke slowly. "Treating you to drinks or entertainment is no problem, but before that, we need to settle something."
"Go ahead~" Deng Hao drawled with a lazy smirk.
Meng Wenzhou fixed his gaze on Deng Hao and enunciated each word deliberately. "What’s the meaning of you smearing my name all over the internet these past two days?"
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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.”
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.
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?"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
