The first bar Su Mo went to had a relatively relaxed atmosphere without too much noise. It felt a little bourgeois.
He didn't stay for even two minutes before leaving. This was clearly not the kind of place a murderer would look for a target. The reason was simple - it wasn't chaotic enough. Only a sufficiently chaotic place would allow the murderer to take the target away unnoticed without drawing others' attention.
Next, he entered the second bar. This bar was much more raucous.
Heavy metal music filled the entire venue, lights flashing incessantly, with several scantily clad women dancing on the stage. Su Mo didn't understand why so many people liked this kind of headache-inducing environment. He didn't like it either.
But he felt this was a place that met the criteria, so he found a seat and quietly observed.
After about half an hour, he got up and left. He had eliminated this bar too, because the spending here wasn't high enough. The people who came here to have fun didn't seem to have much money.
And so, he observed one bar after another, from the head of the street all the way to the end, spending nearly three hours in total before finally arriving at the entrance of the last bar.
He had narrowed it down to four venues. The place where the murderer was likely looking for a target was probably one of these four nightclubs. He was in no hurry, quietly lying in wait.
Before entering the last bar, he sent Li Danting a text message. Yes, they had added each other on WeChat.
"Come to Honglou Street to pick me up. I'm drunk."
The tone was extremely rude. Any girl seeing this kind of message would probably get very angry.
As expected, Li Danting was furious. She didn't like men who went to nightclubs, she really didn't like them.
Upon seeing this message, she made a decision - she would still go there this time, but afterwards she wouldn't have anything more to do with Su Mo.
Half an hour later, Li Danting arrived at Honglou Street. She then saw Su Mo cozying up with a scantily clad woman, chatting and laughing.
She really wanted to turn around and leave, but still suppressed her anger and walked over to Su Mo's side. "Let's go."
Feigning surprise at being discovered, Su Mo let go of the woman. Then he staggered along with Li Danting towards the parking lot.
"Now I'd like to see you come up with any more reasonable storylines, stupid woman. Bye bye." Su Mo secretly exulted.
Pretending to be dead drunk, he handed Li Danting the car keys, then got into the back seat by himself and pretended to fall asleep.
Then, neither of them spoke. Li Danting drove and took Su Mo to the archives.
Finally, after returning Su Mo's car keys, she left in a taxi with a stony face the entire time.
Back home, she gave a cold laugh. "Men, not a single good one among them." Then she immediately blocked Su Mo.
That night, Su Mo slept very well, very peacefully. He felt that he had finally gotten rid of that stupid woman, and life was becoming wonderful again.
For the next week, he lingered around those four nightclubs on Honglou Street, not doing anything, just ordering a few drinks and sitting quietly in the corner observing.
Until the 8th night, when it was almost 2am and Su Mo was about to leave,
he saw a youth in his early twenties walk in from outside. The young man had fair skin and was tall, probably about 6'1". He had a medium build and looked quite wealthy from his clothes.
After entering, the youth kept a low profile like Su Mo, sitting in the corner drinking while letting his eyes wander around.
The young man's appearance made the corners of Su Mo's mouth curl up. He felt this was very promising, so next, he secretly observed the youth while the youth secretly observed others.
Half an hour later, a woman in black stockings walked into the bar. She wasn't very pretty, quite ordinary. And from her looks, she seemed mean-looking - one glance and you could tell she was not to be trifled with, bad temper.
But the young man stared fixedly at the woman. The dim lighting obscured his expression, but Su Mo could sense that aura - it was the feeling of a snake flicking its tongue.
Sure enough, soon the youth walked over to chat up the woman, laughing and talking as they drank quite a lot.
It wasn't until 3am that the young man put his arm around the woman and left the bar, presumably to go play cards somewhere.
At this time, Su Mo also settled his bill and left. Although he moved very quickly, by the time he got outside, there was no trace of the other two.
But it was fine, he had remembered what the young man and woman looked like. Finding them again wouldn't be hard, just a matter of time.
Then he got into his own car and returned to the archives. He wanted to sleep now. These past few nights he had been sleeping late, that wasn't a good habit.
As a nerd, Wang Jian was used to staying up late - that was a basic occupational skill. To be precise, night time wasn't when he slept.
If nothing special was going on, he basically didn't sleep at night. Around 5 or 6 in the morning was when he went to bed.
At 3am, having just finished a round of gaming with pretty good aim and another MVP, his Demacia had once again slaughtered through Summoner's Rift.
After sitting for so long his shoulders were a little sore, so he stood up and walked to the window to relax.
As a nerd, having a pair of binoculars to peep on the surroundings at any time was quite reasonable, right? Ahem, to observe the world at any time was quite reasonable, right?
So next to his window was a set of binoculars.
With nothing to do, he habitually started observing. He really enjoyed this - he often saw shadows of people playing cards in the rooms around him, which he loved watching.
Since his home was on the 6th floor, he had a good view. Soon, he noticed a room about 200 meters away with its lights on.
Through the shadows in the window he could see two people inside playing a game.
"Hehehe..." He had a lecherous expression.
Very quickly, the upper shadow suddenly leaned back slightly. He knew it was over.
But the next moment, his expression froze, then became one of shock and fear.
He saw the upper shadow raise both hands up high, still holding something that looked like a knife, then fiercely hack down at the one below. After that, the lower shadow stopped moving.
"No way... No way. Could I have just witnessed a murder?
Damn, don't tell me that's the one called Disciple 9!"
Before Wang Jian could think further, the upper shadow started getting up, holding that knife-like object and messing with the woman's head.
Now he was almost certain. "Damn, this really is that Disciple 9!"
At this time his mind was in turmoil, wondering whether to call the police or ignore it.
After thinking hard for a while, he decided to watch a little longer and call the police after making completely sure.
Another 10 minutes later, the woman's shadow remained motionless. He saw the man holding up something that looked like skin. Now he didn't hesitate - he immediately called the police, then got dressed and ran towards the nearby building.
In fact he was very scared, scared of being killed by the murderer. He knew his own limits - if he encountered the killer, he would absolutely not be a match.

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.

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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!"

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.”