When Lin Yu arrived at Yongsheng Road with Pockface, Wang Shuo and his men had just arrived as well.
Under the moonlight, a large, dense crowd of people followed closely behind him.
In the silent night, the chaotic and hurried footsteps of the crowd seemed to step directly on one's heart, giving off an overwhelming sense of pressure.
But for Lin Yu, this sense of pressure transformed into a sense of security.
An absolute, one hundred percent sense of security!
"Master Yu."
Wang Shuo walked up to Lin Yu, stopped in his tracks, and bowed his head respectfully as he greeted him.
Behind Wang Shuo, a group of roughly twenty or thirty men dressed in black also stopped and shouted in unison.
"Master Yu!"
"Shh, shh!"
Lin Yu hurriedly raised a finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.
Good grief, why don't you yell a bit louder and wake up the sun while you're at it?
Once the crowd quieted down, Lin Yu waved Wang Shuo over.
Wang Shuo took two steps forward to Lin Yu's side. Lin Yu raised an arm to put it around his shoulder and lowered his voice, saying:
"I've got all the specific details figured out."
"Here's the situation: Tao Yaoyao is currently in that abandoned factory across the bridge. Aside from Tao Yaoyao and Hu Hao, there are four other guys guarding the place."
"In a bit, we'll..."
"..."
???
Three question marks popped up over Lin Yu's head.
Wang Shuo, what is wrong with you?
I'm trying to lay out our battle plan here!
Can you focus a little and stop looking around?
And why do you keep staring at this damn Pockface?
Is there a flower on his face or something?
Just as Lin Yu was about to tell Wang Shuo to pay attention, Wang Shuo suddenly raised his hand and delivered a fierce slap to the back of Pockface's head.
"Smack!"
With a dull thud, Pockface clutched his head and repeatedly begged for mercy:
"Brother Shuo, I didn't know..."
"Fuck you!"
Wang Shuo cursed furiously, stepped forward, and kicked Pockface to the ground, following up with a flurry of vicious kicks.
Watching this scene unfold, Lin Yu was a bit stunned, but not completely clueless. Based on Pockface's unfinished sentence, Lin Yu could vaguely deduce a few things.
Could it be that the people that idiot Hu Hao hired are from the Black Blood Gang?
Watching Wang Shuo violently kick Pockface, Lin Yu's expression became complicated.
This...
This...
Is really leaving me speechless.
Wang Shuo was clearly infuriated by this idiot Pockface, beating him for quite a while without showing any signs of stopping.
Seeing that Pockface was beaten so badly he could barely lift his arms, Lin Yu hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Wang Shuo back.
"Alright, alright."
"Don't beat him to death."
"What exactly is going on?"
Restrained by Lin Yu, Wang Shuo finally stopped beating Pockface and turned to Lin Yu with an apologetic look.
"Master Yu, I am truly sorry."
"This guy used to be my subordinate. Later, because he had sticky fingers, I kicked him out."
"I never expected him to cause you such huge trouble..."
Lin Yu waved his hand, too lazy to listen to their gang's internal affairs, and turned to ask about the truly important matter.
"You said he was your subordinate. Then who are the guys inside guarding Tao Yaoyao?"
"Are they your subordinates too?"
Naturally, Wang Shuo didn't know who was inside, but his mind worked fast. He stepped forward, kicked Pockface again, and cursed angrily:
"You animal!"
"Didn't you hear Master Yu's question?"
"Who's inside?!"
Pockface lay on the ground and said weakly, his breath as thin as a thread:
"It's Dahei and his guys..."
Hearing this, Wang Shuo's face darkened even more. His black eyes glared fixedly at Pockface on the ground, looking as if he wanted to eat him alive.
"You know this Dahei too?"
Seeing Wang Shuo's murderous expression, Lin Yu already had a rough answer in his heart.
It seemed to take Wang Shuo a great deal of effort to tear his murderous gaze away from Pockface.
When he turned to face Lin Yu, his face was once again filled with guilt as he whispered:
"I know him."
"Dahei and he were both my subordinates before. They, along with a few others, were in charge of an arcade."
"Later, when checking the accounts, we found that the numbers for their arcade didn't add up. After an investigation, we discovered they were stealing casino chips and tampering with the machines to siphon off money with outsiders."
"Afterward, I had my men beat them up, recovered the money, and told them to get lost."
"I never thought they would end up causing such huge trouble for you, Master Yu..."
"Alright, alright."
Lin Yu waved his hand, not wanting to hear any more.
"If that's the case, will the people inside listen to you?"
Wang Shuo nodded and said with certainty:
"Yes."
"Good."
"Then let's hurry up and go save her."
Lin Yu waved his hand with a look of disdain, eager to get this whole mess sorted out quickly.
Wang Shuo still wanted to drag up the bloodied Pockface to lead the way.
Lin Yu quickly told him to forget it, stating that he knew the way.
Leading the massive crowd of men, Lin Yu walked toward the abandoned factory at the bridgehead.
Just as they were about to reach the factory entrance, Lin Yu raised a hand, signaling them to hold back for a moment.
Lin Yu was afraid that in the event Tao Yaoyao had already been...
At the very least, he didn't want so many people to see it.
Lin Yu walked into the abandoned factory alone.
This abandoned factory was very large but extremely empty. Aside from a thin layer of dust on the floor, there was almost nothing inside.
Lin Yu spotted Hu Hao and the others at a glance. Tao Yaoyao was tied to a dilapidated wooden chair, with ropes wrapped around her body loop after loop.
Fortunately, the ropes were tied over her clothes. From a rough glance, her clothes were perfectly intact.
Tao Yaoyao's expression was relatively calm, though she looked a bit exhausted. She should be fine.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.
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.”
