Qin Ni sensed someone behind her and turned abruptly to see Mo Jinpeng, his eyes bloodshot, lunging at her with a knife.
“Ah—”
Qin Ni screamed in terror, instinctively raising her handbag to block the attack. Mo Jinpeng’s strike was so forceful that the knife plunged into the bag.
“So unprofessional!” The man in the driver’s seat smacked the steering wheel. “If you’re not sure about the first strike, don’t use so much force!”
“…Bro, is this really the time for that?”
The other two looked at him in disbelief. This guy was seriously critiquing the situation!
Qin Ni threw the bag aside and bolted, not caring about anything else. Mo Jinpeng panicked, yanking the knife out of the bag and chasing after her. Despite being a pampered middle-aged woman in high heels, Qin Ni was no match for him.
Mo Jinpeng quickly caught up, grabbing her hair and yanking her backward. With a vicious thrust, he plunged the knife into her lower back.
“Uh…” The man in the backseat hesitated. “Does that count as drawing blood?”
“I guess so?”
Mo Jinpeng pulled the knife out, his mind clouded by rage and fear, further fueled by Qin Ni’s agonized screams. Completely losing his reason, he stabbed her again, this time in the back.
“Stop!”
The three men rushed over, kicking Mo Jinpeng away. The knife remained lodged in Qin Ni’s back.
They proceeded to beat Mo Jinpeng mercilessly. While he was capable of stabbing a woman with a knife, he was no match for them.
Since the chaos caused by the illegitimate child scandal, the Luo Family had invested heavily in security. These bodyguards were all former military and police officers, meticulously selected by the Luo Family for their physical prowess and professional skills.
As for why they were beating him, it was purely on orders—to rough him up before handing him over. It had nothing to do with any personal grievances, absolutely not.
After thoroughly beating Mo Jinpeng, the driver seemed to remember something. He fished out Mo Jinpeng’s phone and pocketed it. He wasn’t sure why Sister Hui had ordered it, but they followed instructions without question.
“Bro, shouldn’t we call 110 and 120?”
The man in the backseat pointed at Qin Ni, who was sprawled on the ground. She didn’t seem dead, but the blood pooling around her was alarming.
“Damn, we almost forgot about her! What are you waiting for? Call them!”
The police took Mo Jinpeng and the three men away, while the ambulance rushed Qin Ni to the hospital. The trio remained calm; Sister Hui had assured them nothing would happen, and the young lady had already arranged for Lawyer Chu to handle things.
Still, they were reprimanded by the police:
“We know you were trying to stop him, but… you went a bit overboard!”
If it weren’t for the surveillance footage confirming Mo Jinpeng’s intent to harm, they might have suspected this was a debt collection gone wrong.
Mo Jinpeng’s ribs were broken, his left leg fractured, and his face was a bloody mess. The front teeth he’d lost and replaced after being beaten by Mo Xuan were gone again, along with a few others.
The three men didn’t hide the fact that they were Luo Family bodyguards, especially since Chu Nan himself had arrived. The renowned Capital lawyer, coupled with the Luo Corporation’s influence, made the police reluctant to dig deeper. After all, the Luo Family’s status was undeniable, and Mo Jinpeng was a wanted criminal anyway.
In the end, the three men somehow even received a Good Citizen Award…
After leaving the police station, Chu Nan glanced at them and asked, “Did you take the phone?”
The driver remembered and handed Mo Jinpeng’s phone to Chu Nan. After confirming it was the right one, Chu Nan placed it in his bag and pulled out a bank card.
“You did well. This card has three million—one million for each of you.” Chu Nan handed the card to the driver. “You know what to say and what not to say, right?”
“Don’t worry, Lawyer Chu.”
The driver accepted the card respectfully. This wasn’t their first time handling such matters for the Luo Family, and they knew the rules. Besides, the Luo Family was always generous with their rewards.
Unless they were crazy, who would turn down such tangible benefits?
Chu Nan nodded, telling them to take a few days of paid leave before leaving in his car…
Meanwhile, Mo Xuan was oblivious to everything that had happened. He was busy cutting up a steak for Luo Muqi at a trendy restaurant. The place had excellent food, and after Luo Muqi mentioned it once, Mo Xuan had kept it in mind until he finally chose it for their outing.
“Brother, feed me.”
Luo Muqi leaned against Mo Xuan as if she had no bones, opening her mouth like a kitten waiting to be fed.
Mo Xuan could only pick up a piece with his fork and slowly bring it to her lips. Luo Muqi ate it contentedly, then snuggled closer to Mo Xuan, ready for the next bite.
Mo Xuan half-heartedly urged her to eat on her own, but he continued feeding her anyway.
Passing singles shot jealous glances at them, making Mo Xuan shrink a little under their stares.
With their stunning looks and the way they were acting, it was a brutal assault on the hearts of ordinary passersby!
Luo Muqi, however, seemed completely unaware, happily enjoying Mo Xuan’s attention.
As they ate, Mo Xuan’s phone rang. It was an unknown number, and he initially didn’t want to answer. But the persistent calls annoyed him, and he was about to block the number.
Based on experience, calls like this were either from Su Yanran or someone from the Mo family—neither of whom he wanted to talk to.
“Brother, maybe you should answer?” Luo Muqi glanced at her phone. “It might be something important.”
Hearing her words, Mo Xuan nodded and picked up the call. Mo Tingting’s tearful voice came through: “Mo Xuan, please come to the hospital. Mom… Mom might not make it!”
Mo Xuan was stunned, and Mo Tingting continued crying, “It was Jinpeng. He somehow showed up at Mom’s company’s parking lot and stabbed her!”
Mo Xuan couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. He’d underestimated Mo Jinpeng.
First, he’d stabbed Su Yanran, leaving her infertile. Now, he’d gone after the woman who’d doted on him for over twenty years.
Mo Xuan wasn’t surprised by Mo Jinpeng’s actions. He was the type who, if he couldn’t have something, would make sure no one else could either. The only one in the Mo family who’d seen through Mo Jinpeng’s irredeemable nature was probably Mo Qingqing.
“Brother, maybe we should go?” Luo Muqi held Mo Xuan’s hand. “She wasn’t the best person, but if she’s really dying, it wouldn’t hurt to see her. After all, without her, you wouldn’t be here.”
Mo Xuan nodded, then said to Mo Tingting on the phone, “Tell me where, I’ll be there soon.”
After hanging up, Mo Xuan couldn’t help but wonder what his mother must be feeling now.
No matter what, she’d been good to Mo Jinpeng for so many years, even planning to give him her company without knowing the truth.
And this was how it ended.
Mo Xuan wasn’t surprised that Mo Jinpeng resented Qin Ni. People like him only wanted others to cater to their every whim. The slightest inconvenience would breed resentment.
But who was to blame? His biological mother? The ones who’d raised and educated him were Qin Ni and Mo Changshan.
Mo Xuan had once heard a saying that felt all too appropriate now: Some people just don’t deserve to be parents.
Even Mo Qingqing, the capable eldest daughter, had been shaped into who she was today by their parents’ actions.
“Brother, don’t be sad.” Luo Muqi squeezed Mo Xuan’s hand. “They’re not worth your sorrow…”
“No, I’m not sad. I just feel like it’s finally all coming to an end.” Mo Xuan exhaled deeply. “Let’s go, Muqi. Since Madam Qin wants to see me, I’ll go.”
(Chapter 100—thank you all for your support and companionship along the way!!!)

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.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!