Feeling somewhat gloomy, he wandered outside while also contemplating his own future. Perhaps he should take the money and run? The current opportunity was perfect, but... what if he got caught?
In his troubled state of mind, he unconsciously walked to a secluded spot. When he came to his senses, he found himself surrounded by several men with unfriendly expressions.
"You are..." He looked at them, finding them somewhat familiar, as if he had seen them before.
"I'm your father! Get him!" The leader of the ruffians threw a punch without hesitation. Nian'an, who had never been in a fight before, immediately covered his eye, followed by a kick to his backside.
Amidst their curses and blows, Nian'an understood. These men had lost their livelihoods because his tyrannical foster father had taken their jobs. Too afraid to seek revenge on Fang Zhiyi directly, they had targeted him, alone and vulnerable!
"My... my father is Fang Zhiyi! Aren't you afraid?" he shouted.
The leader spat, a gob of phlegm landing on Nian'an's face. "Afraid! But I'll be long gone after beating you up! Fang Zhiyi will never find me in this lifetime!"
Nian'an curled into a ball, rolling on the ground as they beat him. Suddenly, he cried out, "I have money!"
The word 'money' always grabs people's attention.
Sure enough, the lead ruffian stopped kicking. "Where?" he said, immediately starting to search Nian'an's clothes.
Nian'an hastily replied, "Not on me."
"You playing games with me?" A slap rang out, making Nian'an's head buzz.
"I can take you to get it!" he yelled.
"You think you can trick us into walking into a trap? Brothers! Hit him again!"
After enduring a few more blows, Nian'an shouted, "I'm not lying! I hate Fang Zhiyi too! I can take you to get his money! Lots of it!"
One of the underlings hesitated. "Boss?"
The ruffian leader looked at the pathetic Nian'an a few times. "Fine. But if you're messing with us, hmph..." He shook his fist.
Nian'an shrank his neck, offering an ingratiating smile. "Big brother, I'm absolutely not lying. I hate him just as much as you do!"
Although it deviated from the original plan, the outcome was the same. Nian'an actively led the ruffians through the gates of the Fang residence.
He knew very well that the house was nearly empty recently. Fang Zhiyi's trusted men had been busy outside, doing who-knows-what. Even Fang Zhiyi himself had been holed up in that warehouse at the back, acting all mysterious—not that Nian'an cared to know.
As expected, they entered the storeroom smoothly and successfully got the money.
"See? I didn't lie to you," Nian'an said, seeking credit. "Give me a share too. I'm leaving."
The ruffian looked at him mockingly. "I don't know how Fang Zhiyi ever rose to his position, raising a traitorous rat like you."
Nian'an felt a surge of anger, but looking at the men who had just beaten him, fear took over. In the end, he could only force a smile. "He is him, I am me."
Just as they pushed the door to leave, a dozen torches flared up in the courtyard.
"Nian'an, well done. You really lured them here!"
Nian'an was first startled, then a cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Crap! It's a setup! Brothers!" The ruffian leader, having some experience, shouted first, then immediately wrapped an arm around Nian'an's neck. "You little punk! Setting us up!"
"I didn't..." Nian'an tried to explain, but his throat was squeezed tight. He suddenly realized the obvious—his foster father already knew what he had done. Now, no matter which side he turned to, he was finished!
"Don't hurt my foster son!" Fang Zhiyi barked. "Let him go!"
"Let us leave!" the ruffian suddenly pulled out a knife, pressing it against Nian'an. He knew all too well about Fang Zhiyi's fighting prowess—the man was inhumanly fierce.
Fang Zhiyi's mouth spoke soft words, but he continued to advance.
The ruffian leader grew anxious. What exactly did Fang Zhiyi want?
In his panic, his hand holding the knife slipped. Nian'an felt a sharp pain as the blade nicked his backside. He let out an "ow!" The sudden commotion startled the ruffian leader, whose grip loosened. Seizing the chance, Nian'an broke free and sprinted away.
Even Fang Zhiyi hadn't anticipated this turn of events. Out of respect for his authority, the men guarding the entrance hadn't dared to stop Nian'an!
Fang Zhiyi closed his eyes. Great, the troublemaker got away!
But opening his eyes and seeing the stunned expressions on the ruffians' faces, Fang Zhiyi felt a surge of irritation.
"Beat them!"
That night, there were no flashing blades or clashing swords, only the continuous sound of miserable cries.
At daybreak, Chen Huaimin limped in. "Big brother, I've brought the person you wanted."
Fang Zhiyi looked at the young man before him. He appeared scholarly and gentle, shrinking back slightly under Fang Zhiyi's scrutinizing gaze.
"Hmm, not unlike how I was in my youth."
Huang Weixing nearly burst into tears. Was that a compliment or a threat?
Even Chen Huaimin thought his boss was talking nonsense.
"Kid, do you know who I am?" Fang Zhiyi asked casually.
Huang Weixing nodded, then suddenly knelt down.
Fang Zhiyi was taken aback, quickly stepping aside. "No need for that! It was just an opening line, don't..."
"Master Fang, when my mother was gravely ill, it was only thanks to the money you sent that she lived a little longer. Later, when she passed, you also paid for her burial. Please accept my gratitude, Benefactor!" He kowtowed heavily, his head hitting the floor with loud thuds. Fang Zhiyi glared at Chen Huaimin. I told you to find me a young man who looks scholarly. What have you brought me?
Chen Huaimin frantically waved his hands, indicating he truly hadn't known.
Fang Zhiyi sighed helplessly. The original owner of this body was indeed a good man, just one who met a bad end.
The specially marked paper slips were ready. Liu Acai carefully carried them away, his eyes full of the joy of impending profit.
Chen Huaimin now had his own tasks. The curriculum for the courtesans at the Mianyue House was set by the boss, and he needed to conduct regular spot checks. He was also responsible for their meals.
Due to the manpower shortage, Fang Zhiyi simply recruited more young people from the families he had previously helped.
What worried Chen Huaimin was that with Fang Zhiyi's current spending, the once well-stocked storeroom was emptying day by day, and the food reserves were nearly depleted. Yet, Fang Zhiyi didn't seem concerned at all.
Soon, Chen Huaimin was called outside by Liu Acai, who was carrying a chest. When Liu Acai opened it, revealing it packed full of copper coins, Chen Huaimin's heart almost stopped.
"You... you robbed a money house? And it's all coppers?"
Liu Acai was somewhat speechless. "This is what we earned these past few days! From the lottery tickets!"
"How is that possible..." Chen Huaimin couldn't tear his eyes away from the money. By his calculations, turning a profit should have taken much longer.
Liu Acai proudly put his hands on his hips. "You think you're the only one with ideas? I found a few unfamiliar faces and had them 'win'..."
Chen Huaimin understood. "Not bad for someone who spent time in a gambling den."
The two of them happily went to find Fang Zhiyi, only to be shooed away. Fang Zhiyi seemed to have anticipated this outcome all along and paid it no mind.
] [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!"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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!
