"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~"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
