"Target has appeared. Heading in your direction."
The words came through the black walkie-talkie, the voice crisp and clear, audible to everyone inside the vehicle.
The moment the voice dropped, the man sitting by the door quickly pulled on his baseball cap, slid the car door open, and prepared to step out.
"Wait."
The man holding the walkie-talkie suddenly spoke in a deep voice.
The men preparing to get out froze. Though they did not understand why their captain had stopped them, they obediently stayed in the car.
The black sliding door of the commercial van was half-open, allowing the biting wind to rush freely into the warm interior.
The man sitting in the passenger seat gently rubbed his thumb against the walkie-talkie, his mind flashing back to a private conversation he had before they set out...
...
"Brother Hai, even though it's not my place to say this, you've taken such good care of me that I feel I have to warn you."
Looking at the woman in front of him, who seemed the most like the eldest miss's girlfriend, a hint of confusion appeared on Wang Hai's face as he asked curiously,
"What is it?"
"Brother Hai, do you know who you are supposed to kidnap today?"
The person before him asked with a serious expression.
Wang Hai shook his head.
"Her family background is very ordinary, but her boyfriend has very, very deep ties with the Qing family."
To emphasize the man's connection to the Qing family, the woman deliberately stressed the words "very deep" and intentionally repeated them.
Hearing the words "Qing family," Wang Hai subconsciously furrowed his brows and looked at the girl, as if silently asking whether the Qing family she mentioned was the same one he was thinking of.
Under the woman's affirming gaze, Wang Hai's heart leaped into his throat, and he began to feel uncertain.
The Qing family.
They were truly not someone to be trifled with...
Just as Wang Hai was realizing how thorny the situation was, the woman continued,
"Brother Hai, if you go through with this, don't expect anyone to be able to protect you."
"You and I both know full well the consequences of the Qing family's wrath."
"When the matter is exposed, Brother Hai, you and your men will be the first ones thrown out to take the fall."
Hearing this, Wang Hai's thick eyebrows, which were much denser than an average person's, nearly twisted into a single line.
He wasn't stupid.
Having been immersed in the Xu family's affairs for so many years, he naturally knew that the person in front of him was right, but...
"Then how am I supposed to explain this to the eldest miss?"
Wang Hai was conflicted. After all these years, the Xu family had treated him extremely well. This...
...
The woman instantly changed her expression, looking at him as if he were a fool.
Wang Hai understood her meaning.
What could possibly be more important than one's own life?
Letting out a breath, Wang Hai nodded and said with difficulty,
"Thank you for telling me this. I know what to do."
"..."
...
A gust of cold wind brushed the back of his neck, making Wang Hai shrink his neck from the chill. He turned to look back and realized the door was still open. He snapped at the man by the door,
"Close the door!"
"But..."
The man by the door hesitated. He pointed out the window at the young girl walking out of the alley, saying hesitantly,
"She's out..."
"Tsk!"
Wang Hai glared at him and angrily scolded,
"Did you not hear me tell you to close the door?!"
The man by the door couldn't understand the situation, but he still chose to obediently listen to his boss, resentfully sliding the door shut.
Once the door was closed, the freezing wind was blocked outside the van.
In the blink of an eye, the young girl who had emerged from the alley turned into another alleyway and disappeared from sight.
Wang Hai sat in the passenger seat, lit a cigarette, and took a drag. Then he brought the walkie-talkie to his mouth and said,
"Come back."
"We're leaving..."
...
...
Xu Mingyao's expression was incredibly ugly because she had just learned that the group sent to capture Xia Muzhu had actually failed!
A bunch of useless trash!
They couldn't even catch a frail woman!
The massive amount of money her father spent keeping them every year would have been better spent raising a herd of pigs!
While Xu Mingyao was fuming, Tao Yaoyao beside her felt her phone vibrate. Picking it up to look, she furrowed her slender brows, her face turning somewhat grim.
Perhaps he was hallucinating from being beaten dizzy, but Lin Yu couldn't help but feel that the moment she saw the message, she seemed to let out a tiny sigh of relief.
"Sister Yaoyao."
Tao Yaoyao called out softly.
Only when Xu Mingyao turned her head did Tao Yaoyao reveal a troubled expression, carefully and quietly saying,
"Brother Hai and his team failed over there as well."
Xu Mingyao froze for a second. Immediately after, rage rapidly filled her soul, twisting her alluring face.
In a fit of fury, Xu Mingyao raised her hand high and viciously slapped Tao Yaoyao, the bearer of bad news, across the face.
The crisp sound of the slap was almost deafening, yet Ye You and the others standing behind them reacted very indifferently. They merely looked slightly resentful, as if they had long grown accustomed to this side of Xu Mingyao.
"I'm sorry."
Tao Yaoyao, who had been struck, seemed used to it as well. She showed no surprise, simply lowering her head and apologizing in a soft, gentle voice.
"Hahahaha..."
"Hahahahahaha!"
Lin Yu, who was sitting on the ground, burst into laughter. His pearly white teeth were stained with blood, but it did not hinder his hearty laughter in the slightest.
Amidst Lin Yu's piercing laughter, Xu Mingyao grew even angrier. She spun around and delivered a swift kick to Lin Yu.
The kick landed heavily on his chest, forcefully cutting off his laughter.
"Cough, cough!"
Bending over to cough violently a couple of times, Lin Yu caught his breath and slowly raised his head.
His blood-soaked hair hung wet and heavy in front of his eyes, thick and sticky.
Yet Lin Yu's ferocious gaze was like a sword gleaming with cold light, piercing straight through the gaps in his dark red hair to stab directly at Xu Mingyao.
"Just wait and see how I destroy you once I get out of here!"
Lin Yu gritted his teeth, practically spitting the words out one by one.
Lin Yu's naturally fierce features, combined with his bloodied face and extreme hatred, caused his intimidating aura to increase exponentially.
Xu Mingyao bit her lip, trying hard to suppress the fear welling up from the bottom of her heart.
How could she ever admit that she was afraid of this lowly dog?
That undeniable fear only fueled her humiliation and rage.
Raising her leg to kick Lin Yu viciously once more, Xu Mingyao cursed,
"You think you're getting out of here?"
The ruthlessness in Lin Yu's eyes gradually receded into the depths of his pupils, like a sharp blade being returned to its sheath.
Before closing his eyes, he took one last look at Xu Mingyao and said softly,
"You'd better hope I don't."
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!
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.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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?!
