"Officer Han Fei, that woman doesn't seem like a good person!"
"Han Fei, that woman over there doesn't seem like a good person either!"
"Han Fei, take a look at that guy over there, the one telling fortunes at the stall. He doesn't seem like a good person either!"
"And that beggar over there, he doesn't seem like a good person either!"
"..."
The young man helping Han Fei maintain his cover hadn't stopped talking for a moment. In his eyes, almost no one seemed like a good person.
"Alright, alright, stop talking and stop looking around. Be careful not to blow our cover."
Han Fei really wanted to shoo away this chatty young man, but since he had no idea how to make pancakes, and customers kept coming to buy them, he decided to endure it.
A middle-aged man running a pancake stall but making a mess of it would surely raise suspicions if the suspect wasn't completely clueless.
"Forget it this time, but I'm never pretending to be a pancake seller again. What a hassle!" Han Fei thought to himself.
At the same time, he was pretending to casually observe the passing crowd, not missing a single person.
Aside from Han Fei, the other undercover officers were doing the same, meticulously scrutinizing everyone who passed by, not letting anyone slip through unnoticed.
Everyone was on edge, afraid they might miss the suspect if they let their guard down for even a second.
But Xu Mo was different.
Compared to the other officers, Xu Mo was much more relaxed.
In fact, he was currently telling the fortune of a stunningly beautiful girl squatting in front of his fortune-telling stall. The main reason was that it wasn't yet 6:30, and the time mentioned in the system's clue was still a while away, so there was no rush.
The other officers didn't know when the suspect would appear on the bridge, but Xu Mo did, so he wasn't worried about the suspect showing up at that moment.
Pretending to pinch his fingers a couple of times, Xu Mo looked at the girl in front of him and said,
"Miss, you're going to have a bloody disaster soon!"
"Ah? A bloody disaster? Master, do you have a way to avert it?"
Xu Mo calmly shook his head.
"There is a way... but it's unnecessary. Don't worry, it's just a minor issue, very normal. At most, it'll resolve itself within a week."
The girl was stunned for a moment before she finally understood what Xu Mo meant.
First, she felt a bit embarrassed, then surprised, thinking to herself that Xu Mo really knew his stuff! He actually knew how to tell fortunes!
Originally, the girl had approached Xu Mo's stall because she recognized him as the famous Xu Mo.
She had just wanted to interact with this legendary figure, but she hadn't expected Xu Mo to actually know how to tell fortunes, even accurately predicting her "bloody disaster."
"You really are something! The man who outsmarted the pursuit team can even tell fortunes. I'm curious, is there anything you can't do?"
"You know me?"
"Of course! The infamous 'Outlaw' Xu Mo. It's hard not to know you. Um, could you give me an autograph?" As she spoke, she pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from her bag.
"Blank paper? That's not very convenient." Xu Mo glanced at the blank paper and immediately rejected her request for an autograph.
As a public figure, he wasn't going to sign a blank piece of paper, as it could lead to unnecessary trouble.
After being rejected, the girl looked disappointed, but then she seemed to have an idea. She put the paper back in her bag, adjusted her clothes, revealing her shoulder strap, and asked,
"Can you sign here instead?"
Seeing Xu Mo glance at the shoulder strap without responding, the girl smiled faintly, understanding his hesitation. "If it's really inconvenient, forget it. How about a photo instead?"
But she had misunderstood Xu Mo's thoughts.
Xu Mo was actually thinking, "You can do that?! Signing on blank paper is a no-go, but signing here? That's perfect!"
"No, no, it's not inconvenient at all. I'm a pretty easygoing person. As long as it's not on blank paper, I usually don't refuse."
Xu Mo took the pen from the girl and signed his name on the narrow shoulder strap.
Not far away, Han Fei noticed this scene, but from his angle, Xu Mo's actions looked like he was being a pervert, with his head practically buried in the girl's shoulder!
Han Fei: "???"
What are you doing?! You're supposed to be undercover, not out here harassing girls!
And why isn't the girl rejecting him? She's even leaning in closer?!
Han Fei immediately reminded Xu Mo through the wireless earpiece: "Xu Mo, watch your behavior. You're here to catch a suspect."
"I know, I know. I just ran into a fan who wanted an autograph. I couldn't refuse, or people would say I'm being arrogant."
The other officers also heard their conversation through the earpiece and couldn't help but glance in Xu Mo's direction. They all saw him signing the autograph.
As soon as the girl left, satisfied, another guy recognized Xu Mo.
"Xu Mo? Wow, it really is you! I'm a huge fan. Can I get an autograph too?"
This time, Xu Mo didn't hesitate to refuse.
"Sorry, not convenient."
Han Fei: "???"
The other officers: "???"
"Only signing for girls and not for guys? Is that even about autographs? I don't want to call you out, but you're not signing—you're just being a creep!" Han Fei's exasperated voice came through the earpiece.
Xu Mo shrugged and argued with Han Fei.
"What are you talking about? If men don't appreciate beauty, what should they appreciate? Being polite?
"Besides, Captain Han, you were the one who told me to watch my behavior earlier. I'm just reflecting deeply and refusing to sign now. You scold me when I sign, and you scold me when I don't. You've got all the good and bad things to say. So, should I sign or not? Huh?"
Not far away, Han Fei pinched the bridge of his nose, looking utterly defeated. Xu Mo's twisted logic was too much for him to handle.
Come to think of it, it was indeed Han Fei who had told Xu Mo to watch his behavior earlier, and now Xu Mo was turning it around and blaming him.
"You... forget it, I'm not arguing with you. I can't win." Han Fei decisively chose not to engage further.
Soon, another girl squatted in front of Xu Mo's fortune-telling stall, and he began reading her palm and telling her fortune.
Seeing this, Han Fei couldn't help but sigh, thinking that next time they had a similar mission, he definitely wouldn't let Xu Mo run a fortune-telling stall. He'd swap Xu Mo and Wang Dachuan's roles.
Let Wang Dachuan run the fortune-telling stall, and make Xu Mo beg with a broken bowl. Let's see what kind of trouble he can stir up then!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?"
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.”
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.
