Fang Zhiyi curled his lip: "You went to all this trouble to find me just to spout nonsense?" He paused, "Why should I include you in something I can do perfectly well myself?"
"I..." Li Chengfeng was dumbfounded. He thought hard and realized he truly had no leverage. After a moment, he blustered, "Don't you dare refuse a face-saving offer! If you don't cooperate with me, I'll tell everyone your secret of being reborn! I'll let everyone know you're a monster!"
Fang Zhiyi burst out laughing: "Go ahead! Tell them, by all means. Do you think anyone will believe you, or just think you're insane?" He stood up, "And here I thought you might have something worthwhile to say. A petty thug remains a petty thug."
Provoked, Li Chengfeng sprang to his feet: "Fang! Don't push people too far!"
Fang Zhiyi casually waved a hand: "Sorry, but pushing people too far is exactly what I enjoy."
To Li Chengfeng's shock, the customers at the other tables in the restaurant all stood up.
"Ah-Feng," Fang Zhiyi said with mock solemnity, "it's time to pay your debts. These are all your... good friends."
Terror spread across Li Chengfeng's face. These men were all from the underworld! Their expressions were full of ill intent.
One man stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Fang Zhiyi: "Boss Fang, thank you for telling us this kid's whereabouts. We've been looking for him for a long time!"
Fang Zhiyi waved him off: "No need for thanks. I won't be involved in what comes next."
"Big brother... I was wrong... I don't have the money to pay you back..." Li Chengfeng fell to his knees with a thump, kowtowing repeatedly. But the gangsters paid no heed to his pleas, grabbing him and hauling him outside.
That very night, Fang Zhiyi received word: Li Chengfeng had two fingers broken and suffered seven or eight stab wounds, but somehow managed to escape in the chaos.
That tenacious?
After having dinner and chatting with his daughter for a while, Fang Zhiyi returned to his room and picked up the phone.
"Hello, I'd like to report someone for illegal border crossing."
Li Chengfeng was once again on the run. But unlike his previous life, his every move was now under Fang Zhiyi's watchful eye. The moment he set foot on the mainland, having fled there, lights flared up around him.
"Hands on your head! Get down!" The sharp command from the approaching officers sent a chill through Li Chengfeng's heart.
Within days, he was deported back.
Returned to his starting point, Li Chengfeng was utterly trapped in a desperate situation. His right hand disabled, he faced rejection at every job he tried.
He went to a construction site to move bricks, but his hand lacked strength; not only could he not move them properly, he tried to slack off, earning a torrent of abuse from the foreman who threw him out. He went to a restaurant to wash dishes, secretly scooping leftover food from customers' plates into his own lunchbox; when the boss caught him, not only did he not get paid, but his lunchbox was thrown on the ground. He tried collecting scrap, only to be bullied by other scavengers who stole the plastic bottles he had painstakingly gathered.
"Three-hundred-sixty-degree targeting," Little Hei remarked with admiration. "You really know how to make someone's life miserable."
Fang Zhiyi acted nonchalant: "What can I say? Having money is just amazing."
Little Hei wholeheartedly agreed.
Li Chengfeng even ran into a former underling while begging on a street corner. The underling, now following a new boss and dressed neatly, couldn't resist a sneer at the sight of Li Chengfeng: "Brother Feng? How did you end up like this? Didn't you used to say you'd be the big boss? How come you're begging now?"
Crouched on the ground, looking at his crippled right hand, Li Chengfeng finally couldn't hold back his tears. Yet, he still refused to give up hope. He remembered that in a few days, it would be the anniversary of the day he met Xu Anni. Xu Anni was a wealthy heiress. If he could just latch onto her, he could turn his life around again!
He did see Xu Anni, but she merely glanced at him, took a few steps back in disgust, and looked away.
Li Chengfeng wanted to approach, but he looked down at himself—dressed like a vagrant, hair a mess—and hesitated. Yet, seeing her about to leave, he decided to gamble everything.
"Xu Anni!"
Xu Anni turned in surprise, nearly crying out as a madman charged toward her. At the critical moment, someone beside her stepped in front, lifting a leg for a swift kick to the groin.
Li Chengfeng fell to his knees in agony.
"Xiao Yu! Thank you! You scared me to death!" Xu Anni's eyes were wet with tears. Fang Yu dusted off her hands: "It was nothing. Come on, we'll be late."
Xu Anni gave the trembling vagrant a fearful glance before trotting after Fang Yu. "Xiao Yu, you're so amazing."
"Heh, my dad taught me."
"Wow, your dad is so great. Not like mine; he barely ever comes home."
Their conversation faded into the distance as they walked away.
In a car not far away.
"President Fang, the plan to target the Xu family is ready."
Fang Zhiyi drummed his fingers on the car door. "Forget it."
"Ah? Understood." The person on the other end of the line hurriedly hung up.
Fang Zhiyi leaned out and looked up at the sky. "A protagonist abandoned by the Heavenly Dao? That's rare."
Fang Jingtong had aged considerably. Not only did she have to deal with debt collectors, but she also had to earn money for her younger son's medical bills. All her spirit was gone. It wasn't that she hadn't thought of begging Fang Zhiyi for mercy, but he had long since moved away from that place, and she simply couldn't get to see him.
Finally, Wu Dabao was released. However, his personality had grown increasingly strange. He idled about all day, lazily lying at home, waiting for someone to bring him food. This state of affairs was more than Fang Jingtong could bear. Unable to hold back, she scolded Wu Dabao a few times before rushing off to the hospital to care for her younger son.
Yet, it was precisely this action by Fang Jingtong that stirred deep-seated resentment in Wu Dabao's heart. He felt that the reason he had become like this was entirely because of that younger brother's existence. If not for him, perhaps everything would be different.
When Fang Jingtong returned home, exhausted after a long day, she received shocking news: her younger son had been strangled to death by her eldest son, Wu Dabao! This sudden tragedy struck like a bolt from the blue. Unable to bear it, Fang Jingtong fainted dead away on the spot.
When she awoke, she had gone completely mad. She would tell anyone she met how outstanding her two sons were, saying that as long as they could swindle her brother out of his property, they could make something of themselves... Sometimes her words were jumbled, and "make something of themselves" would come out as "lose their heads."
After Wu Tian was released from prison, he never returned. But news soon spread that he had borrowed loan shark money for gambling and couldn't pay it back. His legs were broken, and now he could only beg on the streets. The person he teamed up with for mutual support was none other than Li Chengfeng.
Wu Tian always found it laughable whenever he heard Li Chengfeng talk about being reborn and such.
"Stop bragging. If you were really reborn, would you still be relying on women?" Wu Tian asked impatiently.
Li Chengfeng shot back: "If you could be reborn, what would you do?"
Wu Tian was stumped. After a long while, he said: "I'd go back to the casino and start over. I'd bet the opposite of what my past self did. I'd be sure to win a fortune!"
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!
] [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!"
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
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?!
