When Lin Yu saw Gu Yue being half-pinned down on the booth seat, his mind went completely blank.
What the heck was going on?
Wasn't he supposed to be the biggest villain in this adult comic world?
Wasn't bullying men and dominating women usually his job?
Where the hell did this idiot come from?
And he dared to pick on someone close to him?
Looking for death!
Not bothering to complain any further, Lin Yu rushed forward, launched a flying kick, then grabbed the person's red long hair and delivered a fierce punch right to the face.
How dare they harass a girl around him!
You're really asking for it!
One punch was naturally not enough for something like this. Just as Lin Yu, with one hand gripping the red hair and the other fist raised high, ready to give the person a complete facial reconstruction, the disco ball on the bar ceiling flickered. A faint red light flashed past.
With the help of that fleeting red light, Lin Yu got a clear look at the face before him.
???
When he saw those delicate, soft features—clearly a woman's face—Lin Yu's brain short-circuited for a moment.
He had thought this was some red-haired, non-mainstream youth who'd had a bit too much to drink and was pestering Gu Yue. He never expected it to be a woman!
...
...
Wait a minute!
If she's a woman, what's she doing pestering Gu Yue?
Could she be some cross-dressing pervert, a guy pretending to be a girl, wearing a skirt to a bar to take advantage of young women in the chaos?
After a brief moment of thought, Lin Yu gave up thinking.
What was there to ponder? Testing it out would give the answer.
Lin Yu retracted his fist and instead raised his leg high, driving his heel down hard towards the area between the person's legs.
As his foot landed, a question mark floated above Lin Yu's head.
?
Nothing there?
Or was the sole of his shoe too thick to feel anything?
To avoid misjudgment, Lin Yu rose onto the balls of his feet and ground his heel down hard a couple of times. He definitely didn't feel any foreign object.
Moreover, the woman had just let out a sharp scream. Judging by both the pitch of her voice and her reaction, she probably wasn't a man.
If it were a normal man, after a hit like that, he most likely wouldn't be able to make a sound.
Now knowing this person was a woman, Lin Yu frowned slightly, feeling the situation had become a tiny bit more complicated.
Lin Yu wasn't some chivalrous hero who refused to hit women, but since his opponent was a woman, if he went all out, he might just kill her.
So better be a little gentler.
Thinking this, Lin Yu's hand gripping the woman's red hair jerked upward sharply, forcing her to tilt her head back to slightly relieve the nearly tearing pain on her scalp.
Just as Lin Yu was about to strike, the beam of light from before flashed again for who-knows-which-time. This time it was a silvery-white beam, close to normal brightness, spilling over the red-haired woman's face, illuminating the pain on her delicate features and the continuous stream of bright red blood from her nose.
Staring at this face, Lin Yu froze. A faint sense of familiarity washed over him.
Looking at the woman's miserable state, Lin Yu unconsciously thought of Qing Mo.
For a moment, Lin Yu's mind and spirit were shaken. Even the hand clutching the woman's hair trembled uncontrollably.
Holy crap!
This feeling of familiarity!
Could this damn woman be a character from the adult comic?
At this thought, Lin Yu's breath hitched. A nearly devastating idea naturally surfaced in his mind.
This woman...
...
...Could she... could she be the same type as Qing Mo?
A strong urge to retreat quickly rose in Lin Yu's heart, but he soon snapped out of it, gritted his teeth, filled with hatred.
Damn it.
If this woman shared Qing Mo's... preferences, it was already too late for him to back down now!
After that kick earlier, probably she...
...
Screw it!
Never mind!
The more Lin Yu thought about it, the angrier he got. Since it was too late to do anything now anyway, he might as well stick to the original plan and make her pay for harassing Gu Yue first!
Lin Yu raised his hand high and slapped down hard...
...
Ever since Lin Yu launched that flying kick, people nearby had noticed the commotion.
Now, with Lin Yu openly beating someone, it attracted countless eyes. A bar supervisor nearby also saw this scene.
Frowning, he immediately notified security via walkie-talkie about the disturbance. Then, with a stern expression, he strode over, intending to stop the fight.
Daring to fight here?
Do you know what place this is?
Do you know who's backing this place?
Cause trouble here, and you'll regret it!
Getting closer, the supervisor in a suit vest frowned, vaguely feeling something was off.
Why did the hair of the woman being slapped look so familiar?
That vibrant, fiery red color... it kind of resembled the signature hair color of Miss Xu Mingyao...
...
No, no, no!
The supervisor shook his head. The thought had barely surfaced before he mentally slapped it down.
Don't be ridiculous.
Who in S City would dare lay a hand on Miss Xu?
Have a death wish?
The supervisor took a deep breath and continued walking towards the two. Though perhaps even he didn't notice, his legs under the suit trousers had unconsciously picked up quite a bit of speed...
...
Well, well, well.
A girl's body really is soft. Slapping her doesn't even hurt your hand much~
Lin Yu was just getting into the rhythm of slapping when he was suddenly shoved aside by a great force. Caught off guard, Lin Yu nearly fell, staggering a few steps before steadying himself. Frowning, he looked and saw it was a bar staff member.
Since the bar management had shown up, Lin Yu shook his hand and decided not to continue.
It was just a pity this person came a bit too fast. How many slaps had he even landed?
Seemed like not many, hadn't even gotten his fill.
"Miss Xu, Miss Xu, are you alright?"
"Miss Xu, are you okay?"
The man in a fitted suit vest looked fairly old, probably over thirty.
But now he was half-kneeling on the ground, repeatedly calling "Miss Xu, Miss Xu" to the woman who appeared much younger than him.
His panicked expression was exactly like a eunuch seeing the emperor getting beaten up.
Lin Yu stood to the side, clapping his hands as if finishing farm work. He didn't plan to bother with whatever happened next. Giving a look to Gu Yue, who was sitting nearby heartlessly snacking and watching the show, Lin Yu prepared to leave.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.
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!
