The young ladies in Xiao Jun's team were just a group of college students longing for the future not long ago. Where could they have seen such a spectacle?
Many of the young ladies even showed sympathetic expressions. The people in front of them looked so pitiful.
Xiao Jun walked to the front with a grave expression, with Jiang Yue following closely behind.
Seeing the only male in the other team come over, everyone instinctively took a few steps back.
They had also been following for a while, and had seen Xiao Jun take action many times. This man could even kill a second order zombie with one slash.
"Who told you that my team has food?"
Everyone present kept silent. No one wanted to be the whistleblower.
"Whoever tells me, the food will be theirs."
After saying that, Xiao Jun took out a hot pot and a can of cola from his space.
Still no one spoke.
Now Xiao Jun understood. These people were not as desperate as they claimed. They didn't even look twice at this bit of food. What they wanted was more.
"Little brother, we didn't hear it from anyone. Following you guys, we saw you obtain a lot of food."
A voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.
Someone took the lead, and the crowd became lively again.
"That's right, you guys are so capable, of course you don't lack food. Just help us out."
"Little brother, when one side is in trouble, the other three sides offer support. We are all compatriots. Shouldn't you take the initiative to help us?"
Xiao Jun smiled instead of getting angry, looking mockingly at the people in front of him.
They were all bloodsucking demons disguised as humans.
Unfortunately, they had met Xiao Jun.
"Then tell me, how much do you think is appropriate for me to give you?"
Xiao Jun asked.
The crowd looked at each other. Of course it would be best to give everything to them, but they couldn't say that.
"Little brother, give each person a lunch box and water bottle. Everyone has difficult times. We can help you next time."
It was the same voice again. This time, Xiao Jun finally found the speaker in the crowd.
He didn't look very old, with tattoos on his body.
This man seemed a little familiar.
Xiao Jun was wondering in his heart when he had seen him before.
The crowd was boiling again.
"Yes, just a lunch box and water bottle. It shouldn't be difficult for our capable little brother."
"Of course. With little brother's abilities, killing some zombies and finding some supply boxes is easy."
Jiang Yue followed behind Xiao Jun with a worried look. They didn't have that much stuff, let alone give it away.
Now there were over a hundred people here. If a conflict broke out, it would definitely be unfavorable for their side.
Killing zombies, she could force the young ladies to do it, or die.
But kill people? Jiang Yue didn't even dare to think about it.
Looking around, many of the young ladies had also come to their senses. None of them were really foolish. If they couldn't see this was robbery, they wouldn't have made it to college.
But they were even more nervous now, barely able to grip their weapons. All they could think was, what should they do if a conflict really broke out?
They couldn't kill people, could they?
Seeing the reactions of these young ladies, the onlookers were even more confident.
[These young college students really are easy to bully, especially the female ones. After getting food from them this time, we can come back for more after we finish eating it.]
[We came to the right place this time. In the future, we might even be able to get them to find food, and just follow behind to take it. I'm familiar with this tactic. Isn't this exactly how those college interns at my company used to be?]
Xiao Jun coldly took in the expressions of everyone present, and could even hear the thoughts of many.
They were all bloodsucking demons disguised as humans.
Unfortunately, they had met Xiao Jun.
"The one who made the proposal just now was you right? You can start collecting then."
After saying that, Xiao Jun signaled Jiang Yue to take out a lunch box and water bottle, and placed them in front.
The young man didn't expect Xiao Jun to compromise so quickly. He excitedly walked out from the crowd towards Jiang Yue, still with a trace of lewdness on his face, eyes fixed on Jiang Yue's straight legs.
Even though Jiang Yue was wearing athletic clothes, she still felt disgusted.
The young man walked up and stretched out his hand, while saying,
"Little brother is really a good person. The girl is also very beautiful. It's just that this lunch box doesn't have much flavor. It would be better with some soda and hot pot."
"Don't worry. You won't have to worry about food anymore in the future."
Xiao Jun's cold voice rang out. The young man reflexively asked "Why?"
He wouldn't be able to ask again. His future self also wouldn't have to worry about food anymore.
"Ah!!!"
A series of screams rang out.
"He killed someone! He's a murderer!"
The screams were not only from the survivors around them, but also from the young ladies of their own team.
A living person was ended right before their eyes. It was too horrifying for them.
Xiao Jun casually took out a piece of clothing from his space and carefully started wiping the blood off his steel knife.
It was even more miserable for Jiang Yue.
Because that person was closest to her, his blood sprayed directly onto her clothes.
She was now furiously wiping with a large stack of paper, and would have definitely changed clothes if not for everyone watching.
[This damn Xiao Jun, why did he have to wait until so close before making a move? Couldn't he have done it earlier? Ugh, I'm going to throw up.]
Xiao Jun looked strangely at Jiang Yue. Li Jingyin was hurriedly wiping her beside her.
[Oh no, the clean freak got blood on her. Is she going to want to kill people now? Pray for Brother Jun.]
Xiao Jun's mouth twitched uncontrollably. Jiang Yue has OCD...
"He killed someone. He killed our compatriot. Let's punish him together."
"He's a demon. Not giving us food is one thing. Unwilling to help compatriots is one thing. But he actually killed so ruthlessly."
The clamor from the front attracted Xiao Jun's attention back. His hand wiping the knife paused, and the crowd suddenly became quiet again, with many retreating several more steps for fear that this god of death would come up and kill them too.
"There's so many of us, are we afraid of him? Is there still justice in this world?"
A shadow flashed. Xiao Jun instantly erupted with his full power, covering the short dozen meters in an instant. The crowd desperately retreated, leaving only the man who had just spoken.
Xiao Jun's knife was already at his neck. This man wore glasses and looked gentle, not seeming like a rabble-rouser.
"Don't kill me, I beg you don't kill me. Some people told me to come stir up trouble, so you would fight each other. They even gave me a rice ball."
When the cold knife touched his neck, the bespectacled man immediately cracked, just short of kneeling down.
"Oh? Some people? Describe them."
Xiao Jun looked gently at the bespectacled man, while adding more pressure with the knife in his hand.
"Thud." The bespectacled man directly kneeled down.
"It was the man you just killed. He was also one of them."
Xiao Jun's hand relaxed a little, slowly lifting the knife. Facing the threat of death, the bespectacled man's pants were wet. A stench permeated out.
"Get lost."
One kick sent the man flying. The remaining crowd didn't dare mention rebellion anymore.
"You all heard too. Some people were trying to stir up trouble and profit from it."
Everyone nodded furiously. Xiao Jun's fist was hard now, so whether he was right or wrong, he was right.
"Jiang Yue, let's go home. Anyone who blocks us, kill them."
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'!"
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.”
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!
