Wang Yue smiled and came to sit on the sofa.
She sat down with exceptional composure.
She sized up Xu Mo who was sitting opposite her.
"When did you find out my identity?"
Wang Yue was very curious about this.
After all, Wang Yue was the boss of a fraud gang that was not small in scale.
She had always only tricked others, and had never encountered anyone tricking her before.
Those she had targeted, who could escape?
Whether they were rich or poor, she would only trick the rich out of more money, and the poor out of less.
Other fraud gangs would only trick the wealthy.
But her gang was not the same, their targets were not limited to the rich.
Believing that even the smallest mosquito was still meat,
They even tricked children.
100 yuan for 10,000 game coins, 20 yuan to unlock a King of Glory skin, 50 yuan for CF godly weapons...
Although not much, but easy to trick.
Accumulating small amounts became a sizable sum.
It could be said that the fraud gang Wang Yue was in would trick whoever they saw, they had never failed.
Hunting hawks all day, she never expected a hawk would peck her eyes this time!
She had actually been tricked.
And she had only just realized it now.
But it was fine, she had brought many people.
The fraud gang members stood behind Wang Yue, facing Xu Mo.
It seemed they wanted to put some pressure on Xu Mo.
But Xu Mo's face did not show any hint of tension or fear.
The smile on Xu Mo's face had not disappeared.
"When did I find out? I felt something was off about you the moment we met. It was when you stole my phone that I confirmed you were a scammer."
"So the conversation I overheard when I went to return the phone was also something you deliberately let me hear?", Wang Yue was a little surprised.
She thought she had really underestimated Xu Mo.
Xu Mo nodded.
"That's right, everything you saw and heard was what I wanted you to see and hear."
Saying that, Xu Mo paused and glanced at the clock on the wall.
"You don't have much time left. Is there anything else you want to ask? If you don't ask now, I'm afraid there won't be a chance to ask later."
Wang Yue stared at Xu Mo with narrowed eyes.
Arrogant, too arrogant!
We don't have much time left?
You're speaking as if you can really do something to us!
Wang Yue sneered, and pointed to the 20 odd people she had brought with her.
"I'm afraid you still don't quite understand your current situation, do you?"
"Sis Yue, don't waste words with him, give him a beating and he'll be obedient!", the bald man cracked his knuckles, ready to teach Xu Mo a lesson.
Wang Yue didn't say anything, which was tacit approval of the bald man's proposal to beat up Xu Mo.
Although she didn't speak, the bald man understood her meaning.
He twisted his neck, and walked towards Xu Mo.
"Kid, let me give you a taste of color."
Yang Jingxuan, who was timid to begin with, was now panicked.
Just what trick was Xu Mo playing!?
Giving her so many instructions, asking her to lead these people here, what for?
To get beaten up?
Was this how Xu Mo was scamming?
Get beaten up, then scam medical fees?
Such a lousy idea, how could Xu Mo even think of it!
She quickly hid to one side.
Mimicking scenes from TV shows, she crouched with her hands over her head: "I can't see anything, I can't see anything..."
She thought this had little to do with her, if they wanted to beat someone, just beat Xu Mo!
She wouldn't be able to take a beating.
Moreover, Yang Jingxuan had even started imagining scenarios of Xu Mo screaming in pain from the beating.
Yang Jingxuan was scared stiff.
Xu Mo was unhurried, and called out: "Everyone come out and entertain our guests."
The bald man was taken aback, even pausing in his actions.
Wang Yue also sensed something amiss from Xu Mo's words.
Everyone come out? Entertain guests?
There were other people in this villa?
And from Xu Mo's tone, it seemed like there were quite a few?
So this was Xu Mo's backing?
The next second, quite a number of men in black suits walked down the stairs.
They swiftly surrounded the fraud gang members.
A rough estimate, no less than 70 to 80 people.
Not only were they greater in number.
Crucially, these men's physiques were very robust, their suits stretched tautly over their bodies, with the buttons close to bursting.
Compared to them, the fraud gang members were completely outmatched.
Not only were they fewer.
The key was that among these 20 odd fraud gang members, some were women.
The disparity in strength between the two sides was more than just a little.
In contrast, the other side were clearly professionals, while they could at most be considered small-time amateurs.
Xu Mo, who was originally at a disadvantage,
Instantly became the one with the upper hand.
Wang Yue only felt that she could even hear her own heartbeat in the villa, which had fallen silent.
Her mind was also buzzing.
Crouching on the ground, Yang Jingxuan felt the abnormal stillness in the villa.
The scenes she had imagined of Xu Mo's agonized screams did not happen.
Feeling somewhat doubtful, Yang Jingxuan raised her head.
She took stock of the situation in the villa with her shifty big eyes.
She discovered...
The situation seemed to have changed.
Without knowing when, a group of brawny men in black suits had appeared in the villa.
And it looked like these people were on Xu Mo's side.
Tilting her head in thought for two seconds.
Yang Jingxuan suddenly felt she had read it right.
She stood up.
In a voice only she could hear, she muttered: "So that's why Xu Mo wasn't afraid... Turns out he was prepared."
Thinking of her own actions earlier, Yang Jingxuan's face immediately flushed red.
Too embarrassing!
Xu Mo hadn't said anything yet she had crouched on the ground just because she was afraid, how could she!
And this Xu Mo really.
Clearly he had a backup plan, yet he didn't mention it to her!
Was it just to laugh at her?
Glancing at Xu Mo.
Discovering that Xu Mo wasn't laughing at her at all.
Yang Jingxuan swiftly tidied her clothes and hair.
Pretending as if nothing had happened.
Right before Yang Jingxuan crouched down, the camera on her could clearly capture a bald man with a fierce look approaching and about to attack Xu Mo.
After that, Yang Jingxuan crouched down, and the camera could only capture the ground.
However, it didn't stay pointed at the ground for long.
Because Yang Jingxuan soon realized something was off, and stood back up.
At this moment, the camera clipped to her collar neatly captured the scene before her eyes.
The livestream viewers could also see this scene...
Dozens of brawny men in black suits had surrounded the fraud gang members.
As for that bald man who earlier had a menacing look, was already close, and about to lay his hands on Xu Mo.
Now he didn't dare make a peep.
Shaking like a leaf, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, and held it out to Xu Mo.
"Big...big bro, have a smoke! I mean, big bro, smoke! Smoke not hit, bro?"
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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?"
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?"
