"Hold on, where are we going?" Meng Wenzhou asked, exhaling a puff of smoke.
Liu Bo turned his head, blinked, and smiled. "For a little drink~"
"Where to?"
"I've already booked a place~ hehe."
Seeing this, Su Yang deliberately said, "That look in your eyes seems off... what kind of place did you book?"
"A nightclub~"
"Nightclub?"
"Damn it, being all mysterious. I thought..." Zhang Ziming interrupted before Su Yang could finish.
"You thought what?" Liu Bo turned to look at Zhang Ziming.
"I thought you were taking us to play basketball."
"Play... basketball?" Hearing this, Liu Bo looked utterly confused.
"Pfft~" Chu Qiunan couldn't help but laugh.
"What do you mean? What's with playing basketball so late at night??" Liu Bo stared blankly at the two.
At this moment, Su Yang, Meng Wenzhou, and Ji Bo also caught on and shook their heads with a smile.
Ji Bo shot Liu Bo a look. "Fat Bro, play, basketball~ think about it carefully."
Liu Bo frowned slightly in thought for a moment before suddenly understanding. He rolled his eyes at the guys. "Damn, where did you all learn these code words?"
"Online, of course~"
"Forget basketball, we're not playing. I'm treating you guys to some clubbing. I heard the nightclubs here in Lincheng are pretty good too, should be plenty of pretty girls."
"The girls at those nightclubs aren't that interesting though~" Ji Bo shook his head.
"Hey? You've got pretty high standards, kid. We're just going to have some drinks, dance a bit, and check out some beauties on the side, not do anything else. Just appreciating is fine, right~"
Chu Qiunan chimed in, "If it's about appreciating beauties, don't we get to do that every day? How can the girls at nightclubs compare to the four great beauties on our team?"
Liu Bo waved his finger with a smile. "I beg to differ!"
"The four girls in our group are indeed beautiful, but you see them every day, you'll eventually get tired of it. Unfamiliar beauties are a different story."
"Alright, alright, fatty, I'm recording this, you know. I'll play it for them tomorrow," Meng Wenzhou said deliberately, waving his phone in front of Liu Bo.
Seeing this, Liu Bo hurriedly stepped forward and snatched Meng Wenzhou's phone to look. "Whoa, Brother Meng, don't mess with me, did you really record it?"
Meng Wenzhou gave Liu Bo a sidelong glance. "You kid, if I really recorded it, would I have told you?"
"Hehe, that's good then. We're guys, appreciating beauties is in our bones, can't help it~"
Su Yang laughed. "Alright, enough chit-chat. If we're going, let's hurry up. Let's not stay out too late either, play for a bit and head back to the hotel early to sleep. We have to keep driving early tomorrow morning~"
"Right, right, let's go~"
"Where's the place you booked?" Zhang Ziming asked.
"Let me see... seems not far, but we still need to take a taxi."
The guys walked to the street to hail cabs. The six of them split into two groups and got into two taxis, heading towards a nightclub.
A little over ten minutes later, the taxis brought the six to what was known as Lincheng's largest nightclub, Coors.
After paying, they got out and followed Liu Bo towards the club.
Soon, they arrived at a relatively spacious small square where Coors was located.
Looking at the large building not far ahead, Liu Bo introduced, "I heard this is the biggest nightclub in Lincheng, seems like over 50,000 square feet. Should be good."
Chu Qiunan nodded slightly. "Judging by the cars parked at the entrance, it seems decent."
Indeed, the parking spots outside the club entrance were filled with many luxury cars: Cullinan, Lamborghini, Maserati, McLaren, M8, Urus, etc.
However, not far from the entrance, there were also police cars parked. Nightclubs are places where conflicts easily arise, so there are usually some police officers on duty around.
As Su Yang and the others approached the entrance, they could hear the thumping music from inside.
Liu Bo had already reserved a table before the massage.
They quickly walked straight into the venue.
Looking inside, it was actually quite similar to other nightclubs, just larger in area with better lighting effects and such.
On a high platform next to the dance floor inside, two female DJs in sexy outfits were currently swaying their hips, driving the rhythm for the whole crowd.
The main hall below the high platform also had several round stages distributed around, each with one or two dancers in ultra-short hot pants performing.
Accompanied by deafening, rhythm-heavy music, the crowd of young men and women in the main dance floor were waving bottles in the air, feet off the ground, wildly swaying.
As soon as they entered, Ji Bo and Chu Qiunan couldn't help but start moving to the beat.
Soon, a server led the six to a booth in the main hall that could seat about ten people.
After Liu Bo casually ordered over ten thousand yuan worth of alcohol, the server turned and left with a smile.
Thump thump thump!!
Thump thump thump!!
"Everybody!!!!"
"Not enough, not enough!! Let me see your hands!! Follow the beat, get hyped up??!!"
Thump thump thump!!
With the DJ on the high platform shouting to hype up the crowd, coupled with the cool lighting effects, the people in the dance floor kept swinging wildly without pause.
The six sitting on the sofa also involuntarily swayed back and forth.
Liu Bo leaned close to Su Yang and shouted, "Not bad, right, Brother Yang!"
Su Yang nodded with a smile. "Yeah, yeah~ pretty good."
'Just haven't seen any beauties yet. Could a 90+ girl come out so I can do a binding?' Su Yang thought to himself.
Soon, this round of intense rhythm passed, and everyone paused, returning to their seats to rest and drink.
At this time, the drinks for Su Yang and the others had also arrived at the table.
The six casually clinked glasses and took a drink.
"Brother Meng, wanna go dance later?" Ji Bo asked Meng Wenzhou with a smile.
Meng Wenzhou, holding his glass, leaned back on the sofa. "Getting old, seems like I can't really dance like that anymore~"
"My bro, you're only twenty-six or twenty-seven and you're calling yourself old? You gotta learn from other young masters from wealthy families."
"Learn what?"
"Learn their unrestrained, wild character~"
Meng Wenzhou rolled his eyes. "Not interested. I did like coming to these places before, but I'm a bit tired of it. Lately, I've started getting into wellness—drinking tea, watching movies, reading books..."
"You read books? What kind of books?" Liu Bo asked with a look of disbelief.
"Stuff like 'Slay the God', 'Maze City', things like that."
"Novels?"
"Aren't novels books?"
"Well, if you put it that way, can't argue~"
Su Yang laughed. "'Maze City' is good, I like reading it too~"
"Right? It's gotta be you, Old Su, who shares common interests with me~"
The others rolled their eyes and drank on their own.
They chatted idly about this and that.
Just then, two graceful figures walked towards their table.
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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.”
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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?"
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.
