"Charge! We have them outnumbered!" Several people rushed up all at once.
Liu Mengmeng's eyes widened. Fang Zhiyi, who had always been honest and docile in her impression, had completely transformed into a different person at this moment. Every strike he made was incredibly precise. It was as if he had eyes on the back of his head, able to accurately dodge the iron pipes swinging at him from behind.
"This is revenge for my grandson." Fang Zhiyi dodged the iron pipe swung down by the leader, reached out to grab his neck, and forcefully tossed him aside. Another thug's swinging iron pipe landed solidly on his leg, causing Liu Mengmeng's boyfriend to let out a miserable scream.
"Brother Chuan!" Another thug pulled out a small knife. Who would have thought that with one slash, his own Brother Chuan would once again become a human shield.
Liu Mengmeng watched with her heart pounding in fear, only snapping out of it when she heard the sound of police sirens, realizing someone had called the cops.
She shouted at them to run quickly. Fang Zhiyi cooperatively threw Brother Chuan onto the ground. The other thugs fled, leaving only him rolling on the ground, clutching his leg.
"Your girlfriend doesn't want you anymore either?" Fang Zhiyi asked as he watched Liu Mengmeng's figure run far away.
Hearing this, Brother Chuan frowned and looked over, his eyes full of pain.
The next moment, the police arrived. Fang Zhiyi threw himself onto his good buddy, shaking him desperately, looking as if he were carrying a deep and bitter grudge.
Because there were no surveillance cameras here, and the facts seemed clear: a group of idlers wanted to seek revenge on a factory worker but ended up beating another idler. As for their claims that Fang Zhiyi was ruthless, the police didn't believe a single word. How could an ordinary person face five or six armed thugs and remain completely unscathed? The only logical explanation was that he ran fast!
And the injuries on Qin Chuan's body also proved that they were inflicted by his own people.
The case was quickly closed. Qin Chuan and the others were sent to a labor camp, while Wang Hao was hospitalized. Furthermore, Wang Hao demanded that Qin Chuan and his gang compensate him for his various expenses, leading both sides into a drawn-out dispute.
With such an incident happening, the factory was buzzing with gossip about Fang Zhiyi. Feeling too embarrassed to stay any longer, he voluntarily submitted his resignation.
Little Hei and Fang Zhiyi did not feel surprised by this outcome. According to the original owner's trajectory, he was indeed meant to resign.
Fang Zhiyi still wanted to visit Wang Hao, but Grandpa forbade him from going. Instead, Zhong Jiafa went after hearing the news, had a huge argument with Wang Hao, and then turned around to find Fang Zhiyi. Seeing Fang Zhiyi completely unharmed, Zhong Jiafa still snorted, "I told you long ago that Wang Hao is an idiot. He even said he took a beating because of you and wants you to pay him."
Fang Zhiyi's heart sank to the bottom, but he still smiled and said, "He's not entirely wrong. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have been beaten... Maybe I should give him some money. Since I just resigned, I also got last month's salary."
Zhong Jiafa cursed him out, scolding Fang Zhiyi so much that he couldn't even lift his head.
He had no memory of that night; he had simply woken up already at the police station. Fang Zhiyi knew that Grandpa must have protected him, and for this, he specifically thanked his "Grandpa."
Compared to visiting Wang Hao, Fang Zhiyi was clearly more afraid of his Grandpa. Grandpa told him to think carefully about what would happen once his parents found out he was unemployed, prompting him to immediately bury his head in job hunting. Furthermore, Grandpa had quite high living standards, demanding either roast chicken or roast duck. Fang Zhiyi's meager funds were nowhere near enough for him to squander, so he could only focus wholeheartedly on how to make money.
Grandpa didn't interfere with his job hunt progress. After finding a job, Fang Zhiyi let out a long sigh of relief, packed up, and went home. Fang Zhiyi's parents were honest, dutiful people. Seeing their son return, they were naturally happy, asking him about his work situation and whether he was dating anyone.
Upon learning that Fang Zhiyi had changed jobs, Fang's Father only sighed.
"In short, no matter where you go, you must remember that being an honest and diligent person is the foundation."
"Exactly, listen to your father. You must maintain good relationships with your colleagues, understand?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded obediently.
"Oh right, your cousin is coming back tomorrow. She said to have you pick her up at the train station because she has a lot of luggage."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. His cousin Zhang Cuilan was married in the neighboring city, and every time she returned, she would bring a lot of things home and always asked him to help pick her up. He was used to it.
However, after he left the house the next day, his body gradually began to move out of his control.
"Grandpa, where are you going?" he asked in a panic. Every time this Grandpa made a move, nothing good ever came of it!
"Where? To pick up your cousin, of course."
"The train station isn't this way."
"I know."
"Grandpa, are you trying to stir up trouble again..."
"Bastard! Show some respect!"
"I'm sorry..."
Zhang Cuilan dragged her suitcase out of the station as always, but to her surprise, Fang Zhiyi didn't appear. In the past, this cousin would always wait eagerly at the exit and attentively take her luggage to carry. Was he late today?
She grew a little impatient. She certainly wasn't going to carry the luggage herself; these were all things she brought back for her parents. It would be terrible if she sweated from exhaustion and ruined her makeup.
What was going on with this obedient cousin today?
Just as she was getting impatient, a person holding up a sign appeared in front of her.
Seeing the three large characters "Zhang Cuilan" on the sign, Zhang Cuilan inexplicably felt a bit embarrassed.
"Are you here to pick me up?" she stepped forward and asked, while gesturing for the person to lower the sign. The name was too rustic.
The man was momentarily stunned. "Are you Ms. Zhang Cuilan?"
Zhang Cuilan nodded.
"Yes, yes, yes, your family sent me to pick you up." The man reached out and took her luggage. Zhang Cuilan was still a bit confused. "Family? Who?"
"Boss Fang," the man answered briefly.
Zhang Cuilan suddenly realized. Could it be that this cousin she looked down upon had struck it rich?
Soon, she saw a stretch limousine parked at the entrance. Enjoying the attention of everyone around, Zhang Cuilan didn't doubt it anymore and plumped herself down inside.
"Ms. Zhang, sit tight, we are heading out."
After arriving at the destination, Zhang Cuilan got out of the car amidst the chatter of the neighbors. The driver attentively took out her luggage and handed it to her.
"Is that the Zhang family's daughter, Zhang Cuilan?"
"Seems like it."
"She's doing that well out there?"
"She just has a good life and married well, that's all."
The gossip made Zhang Cuilan's sense of superiority practically burst at the seams, until she was stopped by the driver as she was about to leave.
"Um, Ms. Zhang, how would you like to settle the bill? Transfer or cash?"
"You still want money?" Zhang Cuilan was dumbfounded. "Wait, my cousin told you to come pick me up, didn't he? Why do I have to pay?"
The man maintained his smile. "We provide station pickup services, and your cousin also said that you would settle the bill once you arrived at the destination."
Zhang Cuilan wanted to blow up in anger, but seeing the gazes of the people around her, she could only grit her teeth and take out her money.

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.

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?"

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.”