"Holy shit!"
"He actually held out?"
Lin Yu stared at the message Xue Hu had sent him, struggling to process it. He’d been certain the Black Blood Gang was done for—no way they could’ve survived. Yet somehow, they’d managed to stabilize their position. That old fox Li Yuan had kept a trump card hidden until now?
Damn, he really knew how to play the long game.
After silently reminding himself not to underestimate anyone, Lin Yu tapped out a reply to Xue Hu.
Long Aotian: "Bro Xue Hu, can you do me a favor?"
Xue Hu: "What favor?"
Long Aotian: "Remember that guy I asked you to deal with before? He’s still causing trouble. This time, I want him put down for good—or at least in a way that makes it impossible for him to stir shit up again."
Xue Hu: "?"
Xue Hu: "He’s already in that state and it’s still not enough?"
Long Aotian: "..."
Long Aotian: "Not really. The guy’s got the survival instincts of a cockroach."
Xue Hu: "..."
Xue Hu: "Right now, the gang’s survival is hanging by a thread. I can’t make calls like this. Hold on, let me check with Brother Yuan."
"Great."
Lin Yu smacked his forehead in frustration. If Li Yuan got involved, there was a 99.9% chance this would go nowhere. That guy wouldn’t lift a finger to help unless pigs could fly.
Ding.
The message alert sounded. Lin Yu glanced down, expecting nothing.
Xue Hu: "OK."
???
Lin Yu barely registered the question marks exploding in his mind before he whipped his head toward the window, scanning the barren tree hollows in the schoolyard. His gaze swept further out, searching the distant treeline.
Not a single flying pig in sight.
He turned back to the message, stunned.
No way.
Did Xue Hu mean to type "NO" but messed up because of his poor literacy?
Lin Yu considered it, then dismissed the idea. But then again, the thought of Li Yuan actually agreeing to help was even more absurd.
Just to be sure, he fired off another message.
Long Aotian: "So… Uncle Li agreed?"
Xue Hu: "Brother Yuan didn’t respond. The new third-in-command said he’d handle it for you."
Xue Hu: "Said you did him a solid once, so he’ll take care of it."
???
New third-in-command?
Did him a favor?
Lin Yu frowned, turning the possibilities over in his head until a name surfaced.
Zhao She?
If anyone owed him, it’d be Zhao She.
Yeah.
Had to be him.
No one else fit.
No way the Black Blood Gang’s third-in-command was Tang Manman or Xia Muzhu.
Xia Yueshan? Even less likely.
Zhao Dahu?
Pfft.
Xia Yueshan had better odds of becoming third-in-command than that guy.
Zhao She was something else.
Lin Yu couldn’t help but admire him—not just for climbing the ranks so fast, but for pulling the nearly collapsed Black Blood Gang back together.
He’d given them a fighting chance.
After replying to Xue Hu with a simple acknowledgment, Lin Yu pocketed his phone, his mood complicated.
Who’d have thought his last resort would somehow align with his first choice?
Come to think of it…
That night, Zhao She had asked him about his relationship with Li Yuan, the gang’s leader. Lin Yu had said it wasn’t good.
Zhao She had rubbed his hands together, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
Lin Yu had assumed it was some personal grudge against Li Yuan. But instead, Zhao She had turned around and become the man’s right-hand man.
So why had he been so happy to hear Lin Yu and Li Yuan didn’t get along?
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
