Wang Ye suddenly stood up, holding the King Kong blade in his hand, warily looking around.
The moment Su Wenqian died, Wang Ye clearly felt the surging of energy, but did not find any problem at all.
Being able to easily kill and silence people right under his nose...
Although his own strength was negligible, and in the Wasteland he was not much stronger than an ant, but...
This was not the Wasteland, and his opponent was not those terrifying ghosts either.
It looked like the strength of Shangjing City was far from as simple as he had imagined.
Standing up, he took a indifferent look at Su Wenqian's corpse, picked up King Kong, and led everyone to leave.
Only Zhou Han stood at the back, casting an indistinct glance at the corner across the street.
Did you notice me?
After everyone left, the figure that Zhou Han had looked at earlier slowly emerged from that place, with a pensive look, and after a long time, silently smiled: But so what?
After speaking, the figure disappeared again into the darkness.
Tian Group, first floor lobby.
Seeing Wang Ye and the others, the receptionist instinctively showed a professional smile.
But when she saw King Kong, still dripping with blood, she cried out in fright, her face slightly pale as she sat back down in her chair.
Mao Yong'an followed listlessly behind, looking lifeless. Seeing the receptionist, he carefully examined the receptionist's professional attire and appearance.
Finding that she was only on the same level as Liu Qian, he once again lost interest, leaning numbly against the door, his eyes empty, his whole person exuding an aura of grief.
My son Mao Gang died before he was even born...
It's because I'm incompetent.
Mao Yong'an softly lamented, and upon noticing Zhou Han's gaze, his face instantly turned deathly pale. He didn't even dare look at Zhou Han again, remaining silent.
Wang Ye politely smiled at the receptionist and pressed the button for the 21st floor elevator, carrying King Kong in hand as the group entered.
21st Floor.
The door to Zhang ZiLiang's office was pushed open and Wang Ye and the others walked in.
Mao Yong'an took a look inside and saw only a middle-aged man sitting at the desk. Instantly losing interest, he leaned numbly against the door, his eyes vacant, his whole person exuding an aura of grief.
Bang!
Wang Ye casually threw King Kong onto the ground: I've told you everything. Two from the intelligence department, two from the operations department, none from logistics, can't rule out the possibility they're lying.
Seeing the fresh blood stain the carpet red, Zhang ZiLiang's heart ached.
Nowadays, resources were hard to come by, and the logistics department wasn't wealthy either.
But hearing Wang Ye's words, Zhang ZiLiang was overjoyed: Good, let's see where those two old men hide their faces this time!
Right, where's Su Wenqian?
Suddenly thinking of something, Zhang ZiLiang asked.
Dead. Wang Ye sat leisurely on the sofa, stretching lazily, and said lightly.
Zhang ZiLiang's expression gradually became serious: You killed him? His old man won't let that slip easily.
Wang Ye shook his head without speaking.
Looking at Wang Ye, Zhang ZiLiang thought for a moment, then said: You guys go out first.
Wang Qiang and Liu Qian silently left without any complaint. Being able to cling to the big thigh and struggle to survive was already a joyful thing.
Getting embroiled in some messy business would only be a burden to them.
After all, they didn't have the corresponding strength to resolve problems.
Zhou Han grinned at Wang Ye, looking completely unconcerned, and left.
After everyone left, Zhang ZiLiang's fingers lightly tapped on the desk, his expression solemn: Speak, if it wasn't an important issue, you wouldn't have hinted for me to send them out.
Su Wenqian was silenced.
Wang Ye said indifferently. The friendly and amiable attitude he had shown when with the others disappeared.
After all, he just didn't want to make himself seem abnormal.
Silenced? Zhang ZiLiang was somewhat surprised: The Buddhists did it?
Wang Ye shook his head: No, he wasn't one of the Buddhists. He died right as he was about to reveal information. I sensed energy fluctuations but didn't notice anyone making a move.
Not even you could find out? Zhang ZiLiang was even more surprised.
You may be overestimating my abilities somewhat. Wang Ye glanced at Zhang ZiLiang indifferently.
The office then fell into silence.
After a long time...
Zhang ZiLiang's tapping fingers stopped: Perhaps we can push Mao Yong'an out to test the waters?
He's no fool. Wang Ye paused: Young Dao Lord's identity dictates that his intelligence can't possibly be flawed, it's just that he doesn't care much about most things. He doesn't care if he's being used, as long as it doesn't harm Dao City's interests.
Zhang ZiLiang frowned, and the office fell silent again.
Among those King Kong disclosed, were there any big fish?
Zhang ZiLiang suddenly asked.
Wang Ye thought for a bit: Unlikely. With King Kong's abilities, he was probably just a bottom-ranker among the Buddhists. The people he could be in contact with wouldn't be too high-up.
Then could Tian Group's high-level members include Buddhists? Zhang ZiLiang asked again.
Hard to say. Wang Ye said: But I think we could try deceiving them.
You mean? Zhang ZiLiang raised his brows.
The two looked at each other knowingly and said in unison: Su Changqing!
Zhang ZiLiang nodded in satisfaction: Then let's go.
But Wang Ye suddenly stood up and looked at him indifferently: You go, it's got nothing to do with me. After all, Su Changqing is Tian Group's top leader, I'm not qualified.
Also... If Su Changqing really has issues, who knows if he has other backup plans.
Even if I got lucky and didn't die, I'm just a small team captain. Overthrowing Tian Group's high-level member would draw too much attention.
When the unclear details of my death spread, what would that achieve? Reputation?
Wang Ye's voice was devoid of any emotion, very calm: Lastly, I hope Su Changqing is fine. Otherwise if you get carelessly dragged down too, I'd have trouble adapting to the new leader. And, my accumulated mission credits from the operations still haven't been given, it's been dragged on for too long.
As his voice trailed off, Wang Ye pushed open the door and walked out.
Watching Wang Ye's back, Zhang ZiLiang chuckled lightly: This guy is even more cold-blooded than me.
Outside, Wang Ye instructed Wang Qiang and Liu Qian to return and clean up headquarters, while he left with Mao Yong'an.
What truly sustained Wang Ye until now was his brain.
All the way, Mao Yong'an was like a walking corpse, hopeless.
Mr. Wang, you lied to me!
Suddenly, Mao Yong'an gnashed his teeth and glared at Wang Ye.
Was the photo photoshopped? Wang Ye asked indifferently.
Mao Yong'an froze, then slowly shook his head.
Didn't I bring you to meet her in person? Wang Ye continued.
Mao Yong'an nodded numbly.
So what does it have to do with me? What I'm more curious about is, what exactly happened in that alley?
Wang Ye looked at Mao Yong'an and asked.
Hearing Wang Ye's words, deep fear surfaced in Mao Yong'an's eyes.
His face turned even paler.
He fell completely silent.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
