"Alright Eldest Brother, it was just a false alarm, better than really running into something!"
"Let's go, we're going to find whoever made that sound!"
The men around him hurriedly tried to calm him down. Finally, Eldest Brother pointed at Sixth Brother, "You! The one with his pants stained, go to the front!"
"Take this chance to practice your pathetic courage. Don't piss your pants again when we head back out!"
As Sixth Brother walked to the front, he said somewhat aggrievedly, "I...I didn't piss my pants..."
The men around him burst out laughing. Eldest Brother slapped Sixth Brother hard on the head, "Shut your mouth! Go on!"
With no choice, embarrassed Sixth Brother had to lead the group of men.
Under cover of night, the group swiftly crossed half the square and stopped behind Rong Yuan's armored vehicle.
Old Three in the group was skilled with car modifications. Looking at the vehicle in front of him, he suddenly banged his fist against the armored panel.
The loud noise scared the other men.
They turned to look and saw that Old Three had punched the armor panel of the vehicle.
Second Brother whispered harshly, “Old Three, what are you doing?!”
Old Three chuckled and pointed at the armor panel, “Second Brother, this is a good item! If we get it off, it’ll sell for good money!”
No one in the group spoke. Second Brother looked to Eldest Brother, even in the darkness he could see—
Eldest Brother’s face was black as iron.
What a useless bunch, f**k...
A bunch of thieves at someone else’s door, but all Old Three could think of was prying off some steel plates from their car?!
Eldest Brother couldn’t be bothered to remind the idiot that he could just steal the whole car.
Eldest Brother took a deep breath to calm himself. He decided not to bother with stupid Old Three for now.
Slap!
Eldest Brother slapped Sixth Brother’s back, “Why’re you dawdling?! Go find an empty room and get in through the window!”
Sixth Brother looked at his pants helplessly, “Boss, can we...not climb through windows?”
Slap!!
This time Eldest Brother’s slap landed right on Sixth Brother’s head, “You idiot! The rooms without windows definitely have cameras!”
“Oh...okay...”
Sixth Brother rubbed his head and looked towards the clinic’s main building. His eyes swept past the reception hall in front...
Sixth Brother saw that the previously empty reception hall now had a small figure about a meter tall that seemed to be peering in their direction!
Sixth Brother froze in shock, then rubbed his eyes. When he looked again, the figure was gone.
Just as Sixth Brother was about to head out, Old Four behind him spoke up, “Boss, I seemed to see...a kid standing in that alcove in front of the building...”
The “alcove in front of the building” referred to the reception hall.
After Old Four spoke, Old Seven also said, “Boss, I think I saw something too.”
Second Brother: “Now that you two say it...I think I caught a glimpse too.”
Hearing them, Sixth Brother’s legs went soft and he almost collapsed.
Feeling the roaring icy draft through his torn pants, Sixth Brother looked pleadingly back at Eldest Brother.
Slap!!
As expected, Eldest Brother slapped Sixth Brother’s head crisply and happily again!
“I’ll be damned, I’m really cursed with you useless cowards!”
“It makes perfect f**king sense for a kid to be up peeing in the middle of the night! That scares all your pants off?!”
Hearing Eldest Brother’s words, everyone felt that it made sense.
So this time, Sixth Brother finally gathered his courage, hitched up his pants, and sneaked towards the main building.
The group crossed the square to the building exterior. Since Eldest Brother forbid going through the reception hall, Sixth Brother randomly picked a room window and gently pushed—
It opened.
The men behind hadn’t expected Sixth Brother to luck out by randomly finding an unlocked window.
In this day and age where life was cheaper than dogs, people who slept without locking doors and windows were rare.
Seeing the open window, Eldest Brother felt they were already halfway to pulling this off.
Slap!!
He slapped Sixth Brother’s back and gave a thumbs up, “Good job, you take the lead. Go on in!”
Sixth Brother hadn't intended to climb through the window in the first place, considering his pants were already flapping open.
But he didn't dare defy Eldest Brother. He hitched up his waistband, then leapt and grabbed the outer window ledge—
Rip!
In that instant, the draft through his already open pants suddenly got stronger.
Seeing this, Eldest Brother behind him sighed, “Brother, asking you to help us rob was too tough on you...”
Perhaps provoked by Eldest Brother’s words, or because he was freed from constraints when his pants tore completely, Sixth Brother became extremely agile. He easily slipped through the window.
Thud!
Sixth Brother landed inside the room and turned on his flashlight to stealthily survey the unfamiliar room.
It was quite large—a conference room, with a long table and two rows of chairs along the sides.
All the tabletops, chairs, and floor were covered in a layer of dust from not being used for a long time.
Sixth Brother slowly walked deeper into the room. He had only taken a few steps when his whole body suddenly shuddered.
Under the beam of Sixth Brother's flashlight, he could clearly see in the dust-covered floor a trail of tiny footprints.
There wasn't a speck of dust on the prints, clearly freshly made.
Sixth Brother was easily frightened by nature. His first instinct was to wait for his partners to join him. But imagining the contempt in Eldest Brother's eyes, Sixth Brother decided to stay silent first.
He slowly followed the small footprints, when suddenly—thump!
A muffled sound came from behind Sixth Brother. He spun around but couldn't see anything in the darkness.
Even shining his flashlight revealed nothing but pitch blackness.
Feeling something was off, Sixth Brother softly called out, “Boss, you there?”
No one responded in the silent room. Goosebumps rose all over Sixth Brother’s body.
He decided to forget the prints for now and head back towards the window first.
Moments later, Sixth Brother felt chilled from the inside out.
The window he had come through and the table and chairs he had seen were gone!
The only thing still there was the distinct trail of small footprints on the floor!
Just as Sixth Brother was at a loss about what to do, a gloomy, soft voice slowly sounded behind him:
“What a special toy you are~”
"Torn pants, blushing face~ Teehee~"
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."
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
