"What are you two going crazy about?"
Seeing them looking like they wanted to eat him alive, Liu Silin immediately frowned. "Isn't it just two women? Is there a need to talk to me like this? You're acting like I'm actually going to snatch them away."
"You're fucking asking for death!"
Zhou Ping'an and Xia Fei were instantly enraged. Without another word, they charged straight at Liu Silin, and the three of them began to scuffle.
This thoroughly frightened Zhong Mingyuan, who was standing to the side.
Who was Liu Silin?
He was a true top-tier young master of the capital, the grandson of Elder Liu.
He never expected that Zhou Ping'an and Xia Fei would actually dare to lay a hand on Liu Silin.
"Damn it!"
Although he was confused, he remembered the words Xia Fei had told him outside the private room earlier. Whether he could seize the opportunity depended entirely on himself.
Zhong Mingyuan steeled his heart and simply charged forward as well, delivering two fierce kicks to Liu Silin.
At worst, they would shoulder the consequences together!
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"
Outside the door, several young men ran in. They were also young masters from the capital, but naturally, they could not compare to Liu Silin. Most were just ordinary rich kids. Moreover, they recognized Xia Fei, Zhong Mingyuan, and Zhou Ping'an, and knew their backgrounds, so they didn't dare to act rashly and could only desperately try to break up the fight.
"You fuckers dare to hit me!"
After being pulled apart, Liu Silin grew angrier the more he thought about it. In all his life, when had he ever been bullied like this?
"You're getting off easy that we didn't beat you to death. Liu Silin, if you know what's good for you, apologize to Sister Gu and Xiao Fei right now. Otherwise, we'll have you carried out of this hotel today," Xia Fei said viciously.
"Apologize? You want me to apologize to two women? On what grounds?" Liu Silin looked as if he wanted to devour them.
"So you won't apologize, huh? Fine, I've given you a chance, so don't regret it."
Zhou Ping'an snorted coldly, then pulled out his phone. "Hello, Dad..."
After the call connected, he walked out of the private room.
"Bah, and here I thought you were going to call someone important. You think you can scare me with your dad?" Liu Silin spat viciously on the ground.
Wasn't Zhou Ping'an's father just Zhou De?
The top official of Liu City. To others, he might indeed be a problem, but how could Liu Silin possibly be afraid?
"Ping'an, didn't you go to the capital with Young Master Qin today? Why are you suddenly calling me?" From the other end of the phone came Zhou De's voice.
"Dad, here's what happened. Just now, Liu Silin spoke disrespectfully to Xiao Fei..."
Zhou Ping'an recounted the entire incident from beginning to end.
After hearing this, Zhou De's tone immediately turned serious. "Alright, I understand. I'll give Elder Liu a call right now. I'm hanging up."
With that, Zhou De hung up the phone. He then searched through his contacts, found the number of his old superior, and dialed it.
Meanwhile, back at the hotel.
Zhou Ping'an returned to the private room, looking at Liu Silin with a cold sneer. "Just you wait."
"Bah, you think I'd be scared of your dad?" Liu Silin spat on the ground once more.
Ring, ring...
Just then, Zhou Ping'an's phone rang.
He picked it up and saw an unknown number. He answered it directly.
"Hello, is this Little Zhou? This is Elder Liu. Mm, hand the phone to that brat Liu Silin."
From the other end of the phone came a slightly hoarse, yet highly authoritative voice.
"Here, it's for you." Zhou Ping'an didn't waste any words and directly handed the phone over to Liu Silin.
Liu Silin was confused, but without overthinking it, he placed it against his ear.
"It's me."
Those two simple words from the other end of the phone instantly caused Liu Silin to break out in a cold sweat, because he recognized the voice. "Grandpa?"
"Put me on speaker," Elder Liu's voice sounded again.
"Okay."
How could Liu Silin dare to disobey? His heart was filled with a hundred questions, unable to understand what kind of massive face Zhou Ping'an had to actually make his grandfather call personally.
Normally, disputes between the younger generation shouldn't possibly alarm an elder like him.
"Hello, Little Zhou, can you hear me?"
After the speaker was turned on, Elder Liu's voice came through the phone.
"Elder Liu, I can hear you," Zhou Ping'an replied.
"Good. Starting now, I want you to slap this brat's face viciously. Slap him until I am satisfied. If he dares to dodge, you can just beat him to death," Elder Liu ordered.
"Understood, Elder Liu."
Having received the order, Zhou Ping'an didn't hold back.
Smack!
A crisp slap echoed throughout the private room, accompanied by a miserable shriek from Liu Silin.
Smack, smack, smack...
Soon, a continuous series of slapping sounds rang out.
"Ouch, ouch!" Liu Silin screamed incessantly, but he absolutely did not dare to dodge. His face quickly swelled up.
"That's enough, Elder Liu. Let's just drop today's matter."
From the seat of honor, Qin Ning, who had not spoken a single word from beginning to end, finally opened his mouth.
"Alright, Qin Ning. This blind brat offended you and Xiao Fei today, please don't take it to heart. I heard you're in the capital right now. Once I'm done with my work, I'll come over tonight to accompany you for a few drinks." Elder Liu's laughter came through the phone.
And his few simple words caused Liu Silin and the others in the private room to simultaneously gasp in shock.
Just what kind of awe-inspiring existence was this?
Just because of a few verbal offenses, not only did his grandfather call personally, but from the sound of it, he even wanted to come over for drinks tonight to apologize?
How was this possible?
"Alright, but you should just wait at home. I'll come over to visit you tonight, and we can call Elder Zeng along too. We can all have a few drinks together," Qin Ning said with a smile.
The call soon ended.
Zhou Ping'an swept his gaze over Liu Silin and said viciously, "Why are you still standing here? Do you want to have a few drinks with us too?"
Hearing this, Liu Silin did not dare to offer the slightest retort. Clutching his swollen face, he led his group and slinked out of the private room in disgrace.
"It's getting late, let's start eating. I still have to make a trip to Elder Zeng's place later, since I promised him," Qin Ning said with a smile, his good mood completely unspoiled by the earlier incident.
Xia Fei had someone bring over a bottle of wine. Since they had a dedicated driver, they didn't need to drive themselves.
Zhong Mingyuan offered a few toasts to Qin Ning. Now he finally understood why Xia Fei had warned him like that earlier.
Qin Ning's terrifying status completely defied common sense.
To think that an existence like Elder Liu would be so polite to him. Furthermore, from their conversation, he could hear that Elder Zeng also knew Qin Ning.
This was someone who could sit at the same table and drink with Elder Zeng and Elder Liu!
Zhong Mingyuan never imagined that he would actually have the honor of sitting with such a figure right now, and had even offered him a few toasts.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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.”