The sweet aura on Zhou Han's face finally disappeared.
Strands of killing intent slowly emanated from Zhou Han's body, and Wang Ye and Liu Qian exchanged glances and silently retreated.
There was still a trace of relief in Liu Qian's eyes.
Wang!!
Ye!!
Zhou Han's roar, suppressing his anger, sounded, and Wang Ye, who was already standing very far away, innocently raised his head and asked blankly: What's wrong?
Get this bastard out of here for me!
Hearing Zhou Han's voice, before Wang Ye could speak, Mao Yong'an was excited again.
This...Baby, your angry look is so alluring.
If you don't like the name Mao Gang, we can change it, it doesn't matter.
So this is what love feels like?
It's so sweet.
Imagining Zhou Han's frowns and smiles, Mao Yong'an was intoxicated.
Zhou Han's face went completely dark.
Five, six...
One after another, flying knives shuttled through the void, until the end.
Twenty four.
In the distance, a flash of contemplation appeared in Wang Ye's eyes.
The limit is twenty four?
I feel like it's not that simple...
Whispering to himself, feeling that it was almost enough, more would be too much, Wang Ye lightly coughed and said, Let's get down to business first. Starting today, win all the qualifying spots for the elite squads in Beijing.
Hearing Wang Ye's noise, Mao Yong'an looked over dissatisfiedly.
Wang Ye's expression was indifferent: Zhou Han's phone number.
With this brief sentence, Wang Ye's noise suddenly turned into a melody from heaven. Before anyone else could react, Mao Yong'an, like a black gorilla, pounded his chest and let out a roar.
Then...
That seemingly bottomless black backpack appeared again.
Exquisite dolls fell to the ground, their bodies rapidly expanding, becoming bear-like and full of ferocity.
Several paper figures tumbled and rolled, holding up their knives and hopping up and down ceaselessly.
Countless seeds were sprinkled on the ground, turning into armies of plant people.
Under the astonished gazes of Wang Ye, Wang Qiang, and Liu Qian, Mao Yong'an took out part after part, assembling them at an unbelievable speed into a...
Mortar...
The barrel of the cannon was red vines, emitting a faint glow.
The muzzle was the bizarre human head Wang Ye had seen before, now with its mouth wide open, emitting a sense of horror energy from within.
Finally...
Mao Yong'an took out a black, unknown fruit and stuffed it into the human head's mouth.
Baby, look how fierce I am?
Carrying this special mortar, Mao Yong'an tilted his head slightly and flashed a domineering smile in Zhou Han's direction.
In the next second, terrifying energy surged within the human head.
And the black fruit in the human head's mouth was violently shot out!
The newly installed glass door of the elite squad headquarters instantly shattered as the fruit landed in the great hall, shaking slightly. In the next second...
The fruit exploded.
The freestanding villa-like headquarters of Squad A violently shook.
The glass in all the rooms shattered with the fruit's explosion.
Piercing screams continued to echo within headquarters.
Under his feet, countless little people rushed into the headquarters.
From within headquarters came faint furious roars and sounds of fighting.
Wang Qiang and Liu Qian stood swaying in the wind as if petrified by the scene.
This guy...
I really want to drag him to the wastelands and silence him.
Looking at Mao Yong'an's seemingly bottomless black backpack, Wang Ye felt sour...
If you could hide behind the scenes and safely dish out damage, who would want to crudely brawl?
Even Zhou Han was shocked for a second, but seeing Mao Yong'an leering at her again, Zhou Han gritted her teeth, glaring at Wang Ye with killing intent.
Wang Ye imperceptibly turned away, ignoring it.
After a moment.
Five figures rushed out from within headquarters.
Su Wenqian's face was now somewhat pale, his eyes dazed. Under the intense vertigo, he couldn't help but shake his head.
Blood kept flowing from the eyes and nostrils of King Kong. Piercing ringing sounds continuously sounded in his ears.
The other three espers behind them were even more miserable, not only bleeding from seven orifices, but their clothes were also tattered, and their bodies were covered in wounds.
As the five rushed out, the little army, led by the giant dolls, surged forth, surrounding the five.
The five gathered back to back, vigilant.
They seemed somewhat puzzled by this bizarre supernatural event.
Until Su Wenqian saw Wang Ye and his eyes split open, gnashing his teeth and roaring, "Wang Ye, I'll f*ck your ancestors! Weren't you dead in the wastelands?"
Wang Ye sneered coldly, "Who told you I was dead?"
Su Wenqian's face was full of apprehension, especially when he saw Little Four.
King Kong's eyes instantly turned red, his whole body exuding a kind of irritable mood, his fists clenched, his skin glowing.
As the glow rose, the wooden fish in Wang Ye's backpack shook slightly.
Oh?
Wang Ye frowned, looking deeply at King Kong.
In the next second, King Kong let out a roar and charged at Wang Ye through the little army, exuding an even more overbearing aura than the other day.
I knew you'd gotten bolder.
Wang Ye sneered coldly. Just like that day in the meeting room at headquarters, he only lazily extended his fist.
Like a replay, King Kong flew back and smashed into the ground with cries of pain.
The little plant people's eyes were excited as they pounced on King Kong, mouths open as they ceaselessly tore at him.
But apart from tattered clothes, King Kong's body was unharmed.
Wang Ye, you dare!
Seeing King Kong's miserable state, Su Wenqian's expression changed drastically as he scolded, "This is Beijing, have you no regard for the rules!"
Oh?
Wang Ye chuckled lightly, "What rules were you following when you came with people to get me?"
Wang Ye slowly walked forward, stopping next to King Kong and stomping down on the joint of his arm.
The sound of bones cracking rang out.
The intense pain stimulated King Kong, instantly clearing his head. His eyes, full of ferocity, stared fixedly at Wang Ye.
Not convinced?
Wang Ye increased the force under his foot, deforming King Kong's arm.
King Kong once again fainted.
Su Wenqian's expression fluctuated uncertainly, and his clenched fists gradually relaxed.
King Kong had just recently been enhanced. Even if he wanted to take him down, it would require some effort. There was no way he could be so nonchalant about it.
Wang Ye, you're looking for...
Before Su Wenqian could finish speaking, Wang Ye impatiently glanced at Little Four and said, "Little Four, I don't want to hear this person speak."
As if recalling something, Su Wenqian's eyes were filled with deep fear. He forcibly swallowed back the rest of his words, only glaring resentfully at Wang Ye.
Not calling out anymore?
Wang Ye dissatisfiedly muttered to himself, unsure if he meant Su Wenqian or King Kong.
He walked to the other side and stomped on the same spot on King Kong's other arm.

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?!

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."

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.

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.”