When Ling Hao heard the news, he was initially surprised.
But upon realizing it was Scarface San's gang, he felt somewhat calmer.
However, given the magnitude of the incident, he still needed to assess the situation in person.
At Jiangnan Haitang Hospital
"Captain Ling, you've finally arrived."
"Little Zhang, what's the current situation?"
"Scarface San is completely crippled. All three of his lower limbs have been smashed to a pulp.
But he's lucky to be alive, considering.
His underlings are in the same state, their legs brutally shattered.
They'll be in wheelchairs for life," Zhang Fei explained slowly.
It was his first time witnessing such a scene, and he was shocked by the assailant's brutality.
"Did they say anything about the attacker's identity?" Ling Hao inquired.
"They mentioned black clothing and a skull mask.
Subdued them in one move. Even leaped up to the second floor, which is 4 meters high..."
"Able to jump to the second floor and so ruthless... Could it be..." Ling Hao had some ideas.
As the Patrol Squad captain, he had some knowledge of those with special abilities and cultivators.
When disappearances became frequent, he would report to headquarters requesting special support.
It wasn't exactly a secret. Just the other day, he heard Ling Yi mention a classmate who could produce fire from their hands.
Presumably a sudden awakening of special abilities.
Once awakened, they would be registered with a special department.
If willing to serve the country, they could enjoy special treatment.
Of course, there were also obligations to fulfill.
He wasn't clear on the exact process, but rights and duties were balanced.
After all, there's no such thing as a free lunch.
"Once they're discharged, we'll question them again to see if we missed any details..." Ling Hao instructed.
"Yes, Captain!
Though Scarface got what he deserved, considering all his misdeeds.
He's finally been taken down, our district should be much quieter now!" Zhang Fei was pleased about this.
He couldn't muster any sympathy for such villains.
It's just that with their limited authority and the gang's secretive operations, it was hard to gather solid evidence.
Especially since some victims feared retaliation and wouldn't testify.
"Some things are better left unsaid, don't spread it around," Ling Hao cautioned Zhang Fei.
Dislike aside, they still had to maintain decorum in public.
After all, they were from the Patrol Bureau, official personnel.
"Understood!"
Ling Hao vividly remembered Scarface's threats from yesterday.
Now Scarface had been dealt with so swiftly – truly, karma works in mysterious ways.
There are always bigger fish in the sea!
However, since this involved special abilities,
He would need to report it to his superiors.
The thought of the paperwork gave him a headache.
...
After writing another 8,000 words, Lin Feng finally went to bed.
He always felt restless if he didn't write something each day.
Before, when Qianqian wasn't home, this was his usual routine – no inspiration during the day,
Only feeling energized to write at night.
The next day
In the High School Class 3-9 group chat
"Did you hear the big news? Scarface San and his gang were crippled yesterday!"
Early in the morning, Gu Qianqian's class group chat was buzzing.
Gu Qianqian had been worried about encountering Scarface's gang at school today.
She didn't expect to wake up to such big news.
"Liu Qiangxi, don't post non-study related messages in the group"
The homeroom teacher spoke up, and the chat immediately went quiet.
Gu Qianqian's class was the best graduating class in the school.
Naturally, some classmates had well-connected parents. Scarface San had bullied people from their class just days ago.
Now he'd been dealt with so quickly – it was truly satisfying!
...
"Qianqian, take this with you"
As Gu Qianqian was leaving, Lin Feng gave her the Soul-Calming Pendant.
Gu Qianqian looked at the beautiful star-shaped pendant with delight.
"Remember, keep it on yourself, don't give it to anyone else"
Lin Feng instructed.
This girl had sacrificed a lot to take care of him before.
After years of relying on each other, they now had a new starting point.
This pendant could calm the mind, improve memory, alleviate mental fatigue, and ward off evil spirits.
It was indeed very suitable for Qianqian. Lin Feng had also added a special mark to it.
No matter what happened, he would be able to sense Qianqian's exact location.
When Gu Qianqian put it on, the pendant emitted a faint blue glow.
This Soul-Calming Pendant was a system product, top-notch in both design and style.
Gu Qianqian liked it more and more as she looked at it.
"Brother, where did you buy this? It must be expensive, right?"
"Bought it online, didn't cost much," Lin Feng said vaguely.
He had bought many household appliances from there, of course, the quality matched the price.
"Thanks, brother. I'm off now. Remember to soak your feet in herbal medicine every day, okay?"
"Alright, be careful on your way"
Lin Feng waved goodbye to Qianqian.
"This girl is becoming more and more considerate"
His leg had already recovered 90%, and he was ready to share this joy with her when she returned next time!
...
At the training base in the capital of Nan Mo Country
A white-clad woman with a ponytail, tall and curvaceous,
Wearing hot pants,
Was swiftly weaving through unmanned intelligent armored tanks.
Conducting daily combat drills.
Due to her ample bosom, there was some bouncing at times.
But her body was very agile, skillfully dodging armor-piercing rounds.
'Boom'
The woman seized the opportunity and punched the training armored tank.
With one punch, the tank made of special alloy was deeply dented.
'Boom'
'Boom'
Fist winds raged, occasionally accompanied by sonic booms echoing across the entire training ground.
"Sister Cold, someone's looking for you"
The woman stopped upon hearing this.
"Mm, I'll take a shower first"
The intense exercise had left her sweaty, making her feel uncomfortable.
The woman's real name was Ye Chuyin, nicknamed Cold Cold
24 years old, an SS-rank Earth Force Awakener.
Her physical strength was terrifyingly powerful, and she had killed many S-rank and above spectral beings.
Ye Chuyin listened to an audiobook by Xihongshi while showering.
"Green War God
"Changing books again. When I have time, I must find you through the internet and teach you a lesson..."
Ye Chuyin muttered to herself while showering.
"Seems they've grown a bit bigger again, how troublesome..."
In the reception room
"Director Xiang, Sister Cold will be out soon, please have some tea first"
"Mm, no rush. I came here today to discuss something with her," Xiang Hui said while sipping tea.
An hour later
Still no sign of Ye Chuyin, Xiang Hui was getting a bit restless.
"I'll go check again, maybe Sister Cold has some urgent matter," the purple-haired girl said apologetically.
"What, not satisfied? Come to the capital to find me..."
Ye Chuyin was rapidly typing, engaging in an online argument.
"Sister Cold, aren't you done yet?" the purple-haired girl knocked and asked.
"Mm..." Ye Chuyin had clearly forgotten about this.
She scrolled through 99 more "powered by love" comments before finally putting down her phone.
When Ye Chuyin came out, her black hair cascaded down...
The contours of her oval face were clearly visible on her fair neck
Skin like ice and jade, smooth as butter, delicate as cream, every inch a painting
High nose bridge, sexy collarbone
Lips painted with a light red, captivating the heart
Wearing a long black robe, her beautiful eyes flickering with spirit, exuding a unique charm.
An aura of nobility naturally emanated from her.
Proud peaks stood tall, a pair of black openwork stockings on her legs.
Walking in red high heels.
A faint smile on her lips, somewhat reminiscent of Tifa, but with even better features.
Xiang Hui's eyes were almost mesmerized.
After several years, Ye Chuyin had become even more beautiful.
Even he lacked immunity to long-legged beauties in black stockings.
But this goddess's strength was extraordinary; he might have the heart but not the courage.
He still remembered a line of poetry:
The Ye family has a daughter coming of age, with strength to uproot mountains and spirit to cover the world!
"What did you want to see me about this time?"
Ye Chuyin asked, sitting on the sofa.
"A S-rank Golden Armored Vengeful Spirit has appeared in Jiangnan City. I wanted to ask for your help. I need to capture it alive."
"An S-rank Golden Armored Vengeful Spirit, and you can't handle it?"
"That thing is incredibly strong, my flying sword can't even hurt it, and it's very cunning.
My master is in seclusion recently, and my other senior uncles are tied up with important matters, unable to assist."
Xiang Hui explained.
If it wasn't absolutely necessary, he wouldn't have wanted to seek help from other team members.
Many of their conflicts stemmed from the previous generation and continued to this day.
To the extent that even the younger generation was somewhat affected.
"Here's a special gift for you," Xiang Hui took out a small bottle.
Ye Chuyin examined it briefly, then nodded.
Internal assistance was a common occurrence.
Plus, the location was in Jiangnan, so she could take the opportunity to visit that person.
She did have some special feelings for that person.
Although they had never met in person, they had long been in spiritual communion.
The writing style of their books was excellent, and the style reflected the person.
She indeed had some special feelings.
However, for the past few years, she had been on special assignments abroad.
She had only returned to the country a few days ago.
There hadn't been time to meet yet.
This time it worked out perfectly!
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?"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.
