"Weiyang, do you know her?" Qin Fei asked curiously.
Cheng Weiyang nodded. "A high school classmate of mine. She has a really sharp tongue. Back in school, a lot of people were cursed out by her."
"Cheng Weiyang?"
Liang Jiani also recognized Cheng Weiyang and walked over. "So it is you. I don't think I saw you at the last class reunion. I heard you haven't been doing so well these past few years? Oh my, these three handsome guys beside you look pretty good. Where did you hook up with them?"
"I didn't expect a poor girl like you to be able to find such..."
Slap!
Before she could finish her sentence, a slap landed squarely on her face.
The one who struck her was Xia Fei.
Liang Jiani was completely stunned by the blow. It took her a long while to react. Clutching her face, she roared, "You dare hit me? Do you know who my husband is?"
"I don't know, and I have no interest in knowing. But I'll give you a chance right now: apologize to Weiyang immediately. Otherwise, I'll beat your pretty face into a pulp today," Xia Fei coldly snorted.
Originally, he hadn't wanted to cause trouble.
After all, they were the ones who had called the truck, and the driver hadn't maintained a safe distance, failing to brake in time and causing the collision. They were the ones at fault.
But Liang Jiani's mouth was simply too foul. She dared to curse at people, and the one she insulted was Xiao Fei's best friend. How could he tolerate that?
"Isn't it just a broken down car? We bumped it, so we'll compensate you. We can also pay you for delaying your time. But cursing at people is where you crossed the line. Apologize right now." Zhou Ping'an and Zhong Mingyuan also stepped forward. They didn't want to leave this chance to show off entirely to Xia Fei.
"Broken down car? Do you know how much my car costs? What a big tone. Poor losers like you couldn't even afford one of my tires if you worked for a lifetime, understand? Compensate? Can you afford to compensate me?"
Liang Jiani sneered, but her eyes were full of fury.
There was no way she was going to just let that slap slide.
"I can't afford it?"
Xia Fei laughed out of sheer anger. Not bothering to waste breath on her, he directly pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "It's me. Right now, immediately, drive all the Porsche 911s in the store over here. I'll send the address to your phone. If you aren't here within ten minutes, you can resign tomorrow."
Hanging up the phone, he looked at Liang Jiani without saying a word.
"Oh, oh, oh? Putting on an act for me now? Do you think I'd actually believe you just because you made a phone call? Acting as if you're really some rich heir."
Liang Jiani was disdainful, but she felt a faint sense of unease in her heart. Without hesitation, she took out her phone and made a call. "Hello, Hubby..."
Soon, the call ended. She looked at Xia Fei and the others, sneering, "Just you wait. My husband is coming. You'll get what's coming to you."
"Alright, we'll wait." Xia Fei and the guys were dismissive.
In Liu City, they had never been afraid of anyone.
Moreover, they now had Qin Ning as their backer. Let alone Liu City, who in the entire country would dare challenge them?
After waiting for only a few minutes, they heard the roar of engines coming from the street in the distance.
Not long after, over twenty Porsches pulled up by the side of the road. They were all identical Porsche 911s, and the car leading the way was a brand new Bugatti Veyron worth tens of millions.
This scene completely dumbfounded Liang Jiani. She never expected that Xia Fei would actually summon so many luxury cars.
Yet, she remained stubborn and said, "Are you a salesman at a car dealership?"
"Young Master Xia."
At this moment, the people in the cars stepped out. Leading them was a slightly plump, heavily sweating middle-aged man.
"Go smash that car in front for me. I'll take responsibility for whatever happens." Xia Fei didn't waste words, pointing at the Porsche that had been rear-ended by the truck.
"Yes, Young Master Xia."
The middle-aged man complied, then signaled the people behind him to surround the car.
In no time at all, the entire Porsche was smashed beyond recognition.
Liang Jiani was scared silly, not daring to say another word. She was genuinely afraid that this group of people would charge at her next.
Screech!
Right at that moment, the sound of braking came from the street.
This was also a luxury car, a million-yuan Volkswagen Phaeton. Compared to the Porsche, it was much more low-key. Ordinary people who didn't know much about cars would never be able to tell its value just from its appearance.
A middle-aged man stepped out of the car. He looked to be around forty years old and was wearing a formal suit.
"Hubby!"
Seeing the man appear, Liang Jiani immediately ran over crying and recounted everything that had just happened.
After listening, the suited man snorted coldly, then walked toward Xia Fei and the others. "I don't care who you are or what your status is. Hitting people and smashing cars is illegal. None of you are getting away. You'll all be locked up later."
"Who are you?"
Xia Fei looked at him with disdain. "You sound like you have some status?"
"Heh, my husband's name is Ren Bin. He is the Director of the Zhongxing District, a division-level official," Liang Jiani said with an arrogant face.
Beside her, Ren Bin frowned slightly but didn't say anything.
"Director of Zhongxing District?"
Hearing this, Xia Fei and Zhou Ping'an couldn't help but exchange a glance. They remembered Du Ming, whom they had encountered when they went car shopping with Qin Fei earlier; he was also from Zhongxing District.
"What? Scared?"
Liang Jiani sneered. "Even if you kneel down and apologize to me right now, don't even think about getting a letter of forgiveness from me. Hitting me and smashing my car, just go rot in a cell!"
"Not scared, just a little surprised. I didn't expect that besides Du Ming, Zhongxing District had another parasite. A district director driving a million-yuan luxury car and buying his wife a Porsche. No matter how I look at it, it doesn't seem clean," Xia Fei said.
Hearing this, Ren Bin couldn't help but laugh, his face full of contempt.
He didn't think these few youths could actually do anything to him.
Some things were not as simple as ordinary people thought.
"You wait, I'll make a call."
Zhou Ping'an spoke up. Without wasting time, he pulled out his phone.
"Hello, Dad..."
On the other end of the phone, after hearing Zhou Ping'an recount the whole incident, Zhou De didn't dare to delay. After all, Qin Fei was also at the scene.
"I'll handle it immediately," he said.
After hanging up, Zhou De searched through his contacts for a number and dialed it.
...
On the street, a few minutes later, several police cars drove over.
Seeing this, Ren Bin immediately smiled. He cast a disdainful glance at Xia Fei and the others, and without a word, walked toward the cars.
The next moment, heavily armed SWAT officers stepped out of the vehicles, which immediately gave Ren Bin a fright.
He had indeed made a call to get people over, but that was just to have them arrest a few individuals. There was no need to make such a big show of it, bringing heavy weapons and all. Anyone who didn't know better would think there were terrorists.
However, thinking about how Xia Fei and his group had a lot of people and had smashed a vehicle, it did make sense to bring a heavier presence.
"Comrades..."
He walked over with a smile, about to say something.
"Step back!"
A dense cluster of dark gun muzzles instantly aimed right at him, scaring Ren Bin so much that his soul nearly left his body. "Officers, what are you doing? I am Ren Bin, I am the one who made the call..."
"You are Ren Bin?" the leading SWAT officer spoke up.
He nodded. "Yes, I am Ren Bin from the Zhongxing District."
"Cuff him and take him away," the SWAT officer ordered.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Why are you arresting me?"
Ren Bin was dumbfounded, clearly failing to grasp the situation. He shouted angrily, "I am a district director! Even if you are going to arrest me, you have to follow proper protocol, not just..."
"Look closely."
The leading officer scoffed coldly, then pulled an ID booklet from his uniform and flashed it in front of Ren Bin.
Upon seeing the credentials, Ren Bin was frightened out of his wits. An icy chill washed over him from head to toe, and his legs turned to jelly, rendering him unable to stand.
"Take him away."
With that, two SWAT officers shoved Ren Bin into the police vehicle and sped off.
"Wait a minute, what about my husband?"
Liang Jiani, who had been standing on the sidelines, was also paralyzed with fear. When had she ever witnessed such an intimidating scene?
However, by the time she snapped back to her senses, the police cars had already driven far away, disappearing completely from sight.

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?"

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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.”