Seeing Buzzcut Fatty looking over in horror.
Lin Yu put on a look of disbelief:
"What's going on? I haven't even finished speaking, why did you hit Young Master Lei again?"
"Are you using Young Master Lei to warm up?"
Buzzcut Fatty's brain couldn't process it fast enough as he responded:
"No... didn't you just say start? Why..."
"Why was there more to it? I..."
Lin Yu blinked innocently and said:
"I said I would remind you when to start."
"I only just started my sentence, how could you be so impatient?"
Buzzcut Fatty was left completely speechless by Lin Yu.
Anyone who wasn't a complete idiot could see it.
Lin Yu was doing this on purpose!
He wanted to use this opportunity to give Lei Siren a few extra good slaps.
If he wanted to hit him a few more times, he should have just said so!
There was no need to mess with people's minds like this!
Buzzcut Fatty could clearly feel that the way Lei Siren looked at him was full of hatred.
Because this slap was even heavier than the last one.
Buzzcut Fatty had no anger he wanted to vent; he purely just wanted to end this farce quickly.
He was afraid that if he hit lighter than before, Lin Yu would find some other fault.
Who would have thought.
He didn't pick on the force used, but hid a trick in his words!
Not far away.
The lackeys gathered together saw Lin Yu's maneuvers, and every single one of them couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.
"Doesn't everyone call us thugs? Compared to this boss Lin Yu, we are too fucking kind-hearted!"
"Today I have truly witnessed what a real bully is!"
"Who says having hard fists is useless? Having hard fists is exactly what works!"
"This is too eccentric, just how many slaps does this boss want to give Young Master Lei?"
"..."
The heated discussions of the crowd still couldn't dispel the stifling atmosphere at the scene.
Lei Siren currently felt like he was participating in a face-slapping competition.
And he wasn't fucking allowed to fight back!
He could only stand there and continuously get slapped!
Having already been hit twice, his mental defenses had mostly collapsed.
If negotiations broke down now, wouldn't the two slaps he just took be for nothing?
Enduring the pain on his face, Lei Siren relied on a burst of stubbornness and stood in front of Buzzcut Fatty.
"Come on! Hit me again!"
"This time, listen clearly to Mr. Lin Yu's instructions. Only start when he explicitly tells you to make your move!"
Wow!
The slaps actually brought out his fiery temper?
What a tough guy!
Lin Yu rummaged in his pocket a bit and pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds he had stuffed in there when leaving the restaurant.
Since the tough guy was so tough, of course he had to give him a good opportunity to show his courage.
"Alright, I'll be clearer this time."
"After I call start, you hit him, and it'll be over."
"Brother Fatty, just use the same amount of force as before."
"I'm a pretty easygoing guy, there's no need to hit too hard."
Buzzcut Fatty nodded with an awkward smile.
Since both parties agreed, he no longer had any psychological pressure.
As for what the consequences would be after going back, they could talk about that after going back.
Seeing that Buzzcut Fatty and Lei Siren were ready.
Lin Yu secretly pinched a sunflower seed between his fingers.
"Alright, I won't say anything else this time. You can start!"
Hearing Lin Yu's words, Buzzcut Fatty intentionally paused for a few seconds.
He wanted to listen and see if there were any traps this time.
Not hearing any follow-up words, he finally felt relieved and swung his hand, aiming for Lei Siren's face.
At the same time.
The sunflower seed between Lin Yu's fingers flicked out rapidly.
A masterful hidden strike!
Just as Buzzcut Fatty was about to strike Lei Siren's face, the sunflower seed accurately hit Buzzcut Fatty's wrist.
"Hiss!"
Buzzcut Fatty gasped, and his hand uncontrollably sank downward.
The hand that was supposed to hit Lei Siren's face abruptly turned into a hand chop, hitting his neck instead.
Lei Siren was slapped... or rather, smashed into a stagger.
Holding his neck in pain, he looked at Buzzcut Fatty in shock.
Lei Siren: "Wh-why?"
No, really?
He was all prepared to take a slap to the face, so why did this guy suddenly hit him on the neck?
Lei Siren was even suspecting in his heart.
Did Buzzcut Fatty fucking betray him!
Did he collude with Lin Yu to intentionally mess with him for fun?
Buzzcut Fatty rubbed his wrist, looking down at the ground.
The sunflower seed was too small and didn't catch his attention at all.
Moreover.
The force that had just hit his wrist felt like a block of iron.
Even if he saw the sunflower seed, Buzzcut Fatty wouldn't be able to believe it!
Regardless of whether Lei Siren could believe it or not.
Buzzcut Fatty definitely still had to explain!
He rubbed his wrist, saying with an uncomfortable look on his face:
"I'm sorry, Young Master Lei, it seems... it seems my hand just cramped!"
If he said he was hit by something, Lei Siren would probably believe it even less.
After all.
Even he himself didn't see if something had flown over and hit him.
Xia Yiwei looked at Lin Yu in amazement, secretly praising him in her heart.
She thought that this was really the end of it.
She didn't expect.
That her little master actually had another trick up his sleeve!
He used a hidden weapon?
What kind of hidden weapon was it?
Xia Yiwei had been watching the whole time, but she didn't notice any clues at all.
"Crack..."
Lin Yu cracked a sunflower seed between his teeth.
He casually grabbed a few seeds and threw them at Buzzcut Fatty, hitting him in the face.
This time, he only used ordinary force.
"Brother Fatty, you're not being honest, are you?"
"You're not trying to use this as an excuse to settle a personal score, are you?"
"We agreed that it would be over after the slap, but you intentionally didn't finish it. You want to keep going, don't you!"
With a dark expression, Buzzcut Fatty quickly defended himself:
"I didn't, I really didn't!"
"Young Master Lei, you have to believe me, I absolutely didn't do it on purpose."
Lei Siren couldn't think that much anymore.
Fortunately, the hand chop just now wasn't very heavy; it couldn't compare to the previous two slaps.
He returned to Buzzcut Fatty once again and said seriously:
"Do it again! Make sure your aim is accurate this time!"
Buzzcut Fatty repeatedly guaranteed, saying:
"Don't worry, don't worry, Young Master Lei, rest assured. I will definitely aim accurately this time, I absolutely won't miss."
Lin Yu directed upon seeing this:
"Alright, then let's not waste time. Just start right away."
Buzzcut Fatty looked around and waited for any follow-up words from Lin Yu.
After making sure everything was fine, he changed his angle and raised his hand once again.
His reaction was exactly the same as before.
Just as he was about to touch Lei Siren's face, the pain in his wrist struck again.
Last time it was the outer side of his wrist, this time it was the fucking inner side.
The direction of Buzzcut Fatty's slap changed once more, smashing right onto Lei Siren's shoulder!
Lei Siren couldn't hold back his irritation and yelled furiously:
"You fucking just want to beat me up, don't you?"
"What about this time? Did your hand cramp again!!"
Being played by Lin Yu was one thing.
But the lackey he had called over was actually taking the opportunity to play him like this too.
How could he fucking tolerate this?

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...