However, he hadn’t forgotten his main task. After the Wang Family paid compensation, things quieted down somewhat. Fortunately, Old Lady Wang was hospitalized, leaving her weak-willed son and daughter-in-law with no choice but to settle the matter with money. Without her around, they had no control over Wang Xiaoqiang.
After days of pent-up frustration, Wang Xiaoqiang finally stepped outside again, itching to vent his anger—even if it meant taking it out on a stray cat or dog.
But as soon as he turned the corner behind the apartment building, he ran into Fang Zhiyi again.
Instinctively, he tried to walk away, but Fang Zhiyi grabbed him by the ear and, with a grin, slipped a box of matches into his pocket.
Then, Fang Zhiyi straightened Wang Xiaoqiang’s collar and walked off casually.
Baffled, Wang Xiaoqiang pulled out the matches and examined them closely, but he couldn’t figure out their significance. Just then, hurried footsteps echoed from the nearby building. Several people came downstairs and locked eyes with him.
Wang Xiaoqiang recognized two of them—they were the ones who had dragged him home last time.
He flipped them off and turned to leave, but someone yanked him back and snatched the matches from his hand. "It’s this kid!"
"You again!" one of them roared, slapping him hard across the face.
Stunned, Wang Xiaoqiang didn’t understand why they’d hit him. Was it because of the matches? What was wrong with them?
As the group shouted accusations, more residents gathered, and Wang Xiaoqiang finally pieced it together—someone had been stuffing matches into people’s keyholes, and here he was, caught near the scene with the "evidence" in hand.
Helpless and furious, Wang Xiaoqiang—who feared nothing—felt terror creep in again. Fang Zhiyi, you can beat me or curse me all you want, but why do you keep framing me like this?
The crowd descended on the Wang Family once more. This time, without Old Lady Wang around, her timid son and daughter-in-law had no choice but to comply with every demand, reluctantly agreeing to pay compensation again.
Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang’s face flushed with rage, his father finally spoke up.
"Money doesn’t come easy in this family. Can’t you stop causing trouble outside?"
Wang Xiaoqiang glared at his cowardly, selfish father and snapped. He lunged at him, throwing wild punches.
His mother panicked, unsure whom to help, and could only watch as father and son brawled. Wang Xiaoqiang had the upper hand until his father stopped moving. Only then did his mother wail and pull him away, taking a few stray hits herself.
An ambulance arrived soon after and took his father away.
Old Yu ran into Fang Zhiyi on his way in and sighed. "Your neighborhood sure is lively—another incident in just a few days?"
Fang Zhiyi shrugged. "Who knows? Sorry to trouble you again, Uncle Yu." He patted Old Yu’s shoulder, and something slipped into the older man’s shirt. Old Yu caught it discreetly.
Fang Zhiyi strode off—he had plenty to do.
Wang Xiaoqiang was forcibly taken away, per his mother’s request. She didn’t dare be alone with him anymore. He would undergo psychological evaluation to determine the next steps.
The neighborhood enjoyed a brief period of quiet. When Old Lady Wang returned from the hospital, she wailed and cursed, but no one paid her any mind. Wang Xiaoqiang had been sent to a psychiatric facility for three months of corrective treatment. With her son and daughter-in-law avoiding her, she could only scream obscenities in the stairwell—until she spotted Fang Zhiyi approaching with a few burly men behind him. She quickly retreated inside.
"Brother Fang, should we move on Li Guaizi tonight?" one of the men asked as soon as they sat down.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Too soon. I’ve just taken over the gambling dens and underground lottery. If we hit Li Guaizi now, the boss might see me as a threat."
His men clearly admired his caution.
"But the boss handed these operations to you himself. What’s there to fear?" one of them said, waving a hand.
Fang Zhiyi shot him a look before cracking open a beer and taking a sip.
"Brother Fang, the money from these places is piling up. You should get the loan sharks working," another suggested.
Fang Zhiyi nodded.
Easy. Too easy.
He was gradually gaining control, but the most critical operation—drug trafficking—remained out of reach. He needed to take down the boss in one decisive move.
With Section Chief Zhang’s help, the dirty money was laundered clean, further proving Fang Zhiyi’s competence. The boss’s eyes gleamed with increasing approval.
"Host, I just thought of a TV show," Xiao Hei said with a chuckle.
"What?"
"If they don’t make their move soon, you’ll be the boss."
Fang Zhiyi laughed. "The boss? Ha! You underestimate him."
Xiao Hei didn’t get it.
Fang Zhiyi explained, "If he wants to go clean, he’ll need someone to take the fall for his past crimes. And who’s the perfect scapegoat?"
Xiao Hei glanced around before settling his gaze on Fang Zhiyi.
"Exactly. Loyal, capable, young—the ideal patsy."
But the boss had miscalculated one thing: Fang Zhiyi had official backing now.
That same night, Zheng Laohu’s entertainment venues were trashed. As his thugs knelt in a line with their hands on their heads, one of Fang Zhiyi’s men lit a cigarette for him. Zheng Laohu, bloodied and bruised, was shoved forward, glaring.
"Young man, don’t get too cocky!"
"Cocky? Nah—wrong script." Fang Zhiyi exhaled smoke. "Brother Tiger, it’s time to retire."
Zheng Laohu’s expression shifted from rage to confusion, then shock. "The boss’s orders?"
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes and nodded.
"You know too much. Loose lips sink ships." He waved, and two grim-faced men dragged Zheng Laohu away. "Make it quick—I can’t stand blood."
Zheng Laohu finally understood why Baldhead and Fei Ji had vanished. The boss was cleaning house—using Fang Zhiyi, this upstart, as his executioner!
"You’ll pay for this! You’re just a fall guy!" Zheng Laohu’s voice faded into the distance.
Fang Zhiyi blew a smoke ring. "In this life, who really comes out on top?"
Blindfolded, Zheng Laohu rode in silence, knowing his end was near.
"Boss, it’s done," Fang Zhiyi reported over the phone.
The man on the other end praised him before hanging up.
Fang Zhiyi studied the enforcers around him, then grinned. "Let’s grab a late-night bite. My treat!"
Midway through skewers and beer, one of his men took a call. After a few murmurs, he turned to Fang Zhiyi. "Brother Fang, those neighbors of yours still haven’t paid up."
Fang Zhiyi arched a brow and smirked at his crew. "Remember this: don’t wear pants too big for your ass, or you’ll embarrass yourself. If I catch any of you borrowing money on the side, I’ll break your arms myself."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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!
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)
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?!
