"Dad, you... please don't hit my brother anymore." Fang Nian looked as if she was about to cry.
Seeing her expression, the three ungrateful wretches, who had initially been frightened by Fang Zhiyi's sudden outburst, suddenly found their courage again.
"Sister, don't beg him! Even if he is our dad, he can't just raise his hand and hit people!" Fang Yunyi was the first to speak up.
"I get it, you're doing this for that wild girl, aren't you? What are you pretending for? Didn't you also tell her to leave yesterday?" Zhang Enyu was truly heartbroken for her son, shouting at Fang Zhiyi, "What kind of man hits his own children? Hit me if you have the guts!"
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath.
Fang Nian continued to plead, "Dad, Brother, please stop arguing. It's all my fault. I'm the reason you're fighting... Maybe I should just go back..."
She was using this trick again. In the original plot, she said this all the time, but this was the first time she had used it in front of Fang Zhiyi.
"Niannian, sit down." Fang Yunhui grabbed her hand. "It's not because of you. This has nothing to do with you!"
"Brother, please don't fight with Dad anymore. If this continues, it... it will put me in a very difficult position..."
Fang Zhiyi's train of thought was suddenly interrupted by these words, as if a certain mechanism had been triggered.
"Difficult? Then let's not fucking deal with it at all!"
The dining table was instantly flipped over. The family stared in stunned silence at Fang Nian, who was now covered in spilled soup and food.
Fang Zhiyi gave them a cold glance and turned to leave. He had to go find Fang Yuran. Right as he reached the door, he took out his cell phone and made a call: "Hello, it's me. I need to trouble you with something."
"You bastard! Don't you dare come back if you have the guts!" Zhang Enyu finally reacted, shouting curses from behind.
"Don't cry, sister. I'll take you to buy some new clothes."
"That's right, your second brother is free too."
Her several good brothers all comforted Fang Nian.
"You have to pay rent to live in my house." Sun Lei looked at the slightly bewildered girl in front of him and scoffed coldly, showing absolutely no joy at seeing his biological daughter.
Fang Yuran wanted to leave, but she stopped just as she turned around. She had no money, no luggage, nothing at all. Where could she go? She looked at the strange man in front of her, unable to force the word "Dad" out of her mouth no matter what.
Sun Lei grew impatient. "Are you going to stay or not? If not, get the hell out!"
"I don't have any money..." Fang Yuran said in a low voice.
Sun Lei looked her up and down, a lecherous glint in his eyes. "No money is fine too... How about you..."
Fang Yuran felt a chill run down her spine. Was this man in front of her really her biological father? How could that be!
Seeing her guarded expression, Sun Lei sneered. "If you want to stay without money, then you'll be responsible for serving me well from now on. Then hurry up and get out there to find a job. I don't care if you go sell yourself or what, I don't raise freeloaders here!"
Fang Yuran's expression turned awful, but she could only grit her teeth and nod. "Okay."
"Go scrub the toilet first!"
Fang Yuran barely had a moment of rest. She even felt a bit of sympathy for Fang Nian. How did she manage to stay in this house for so long?
"Come on over, no one is home." Sun Lei, lying on the sofa, was talking on the phone, but he suddenly glanced at Fang Yuran. "It's just a little girl, it's fine. Wear something pretty, hehe."
Hearing his sleazy tone, Fang Yuran felt a wave of disgust. This kind of person was actually her biological father?
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Sun Lei frowned. "What are you standing there for? Go open the door!"
Fang Yuran walked to the door with her head down and opened it a crack. The door was immediately pushed open, and two bald, heavily tattooed burly men walked right in.
Fang Yuran was completely dumbfounded. She nervously looked back at Sun Lei. Was he planning to sell her? She took a step back. The moment they spoke, she would run to the kitchen and grab a knife...
But Sun Lei's words stopped her train of thought.
"Who are you people?"
"Brother Fang, is this the guy who abducted your daughter?" one of the bald men turned his head and asked.
Fang Yuran looked over in disbelief. Fang Zhiyi walked in last. He took one look at his daughter, who was wearing an apron and covered in dirt, and then turned to the shirtless Sun Lei on the sofa.
"That's right."
"You... don't spout nonsense! She is my daughter! And she came back on her own!" Sun Lei panicked a little.
"Your daughter? She came back on her own? How come I didn't know my daughter got herself an extra dad? Did you guys know?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
The two bald men laughed. "Damn, human traffickers have all sorts of weird excuses these days. Brother Fang, leave this matter to us and rest assured!"
"I know you, your surname is Fang! What are you going to do..." Before he could finish his sentence, one of the burly men stepped forward and slapped him, dazing him on the spot. What followed was a flurry of punches and kicks.
Fang Yuran stood there, completely stunned, until Fang Zhiyi walked up to her and gently patted her head. "Dad is late. I've let you suffer."
Fang Yuran's eyes instantly welled up with tears. She had thought she would never be able to return to the Fang family.
But this emotional moment was interrupted by Sun Lei's screams.
"Ahhh! Stop hitting me! I know you! You're Fang Zhiyi! I'm going to sue you! You're assaulting me!"
Fang Zhiyi gave Fang Yuran a somewhat helpless smile and strode over.
"Brother Fang, you don't need to, we can just..."
One of the bald men wanted to be polite, but unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyi raised his foot and kicked Sun Lei right in the face. Sun Lei felt as if his whole life was flashing before his eyes.
"Hiss..." The two helpers looked at Fang Zhiyi in shock.
"A few days ago, you extorted a sum of money from me. I'll just consider that money as your medical expenses paid in advance, and I'll beat you to match that amount." Fang Zhiyi grabbed Sun Lei by the hair. "Sue me? I beat you and paid for it. At most, they'll lock me up for fifteen days. If I break one of your legs, they'll lock me up for three years. But remember this: as soon as I get out, I'll come looking for you again. I'll spend the rest of my fucking life playing this game with you!"
Looking at Fang Zhiyi's murderous face, Sun Lei, who had finally regained his senses, felt his legs inexplicably go weak.
"I... that money... I... it's not..."
"Does ten thousand for that last kick work? Hold his head still, I'm going to add twenty thousand more..."
The two helpers exchanged glances, inexplicably feeling that things were getting a bit out of hand.
"Brother Fang! Boss Fang! Let me go! I was wrong!" Sun Lei yielded.
Fang Zhiyi looked at him. "Where did you go wrong?"
"I... I shouldn't have taken your money..."
"Bullshit!"
"Ah!!! I... I shouldn't have abducted your daughter!! I shouldn't have abducted your daughter!!"
Fang Zhiyi stood up straight. "You all heard him. He did indeed abduct my daughter."
"Uh, I heard it. You damn human trafficker!" One of the bald men smacked Sun Lei hard on the head, causing Sun Lei to grimace in pain.
"Remember today clearly. I want you to remember one thing: before you decide to do anything in the future, think about the consequences." Dropping these words, Fang Zhiyi took the hand of the dumbfounded Fang Yuran and walked away.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
