If Lei Siren didn't dare to curse at Lin Yu, did that mean he wouldn't dare to curse at Buzzcut Fatty either?
What a backstabbing piece of trash!
He was supposed to be a freaking gangster, for crying out loud.
To think he was so spineless as to become a tool in the hands of the enemy.
After hitting his neck, he freaking aimed for his shoulder!
Buzzcut Fatty looked at his own hand with a wronged expression, then looked down at the ground.
He explained repeatedly,
"Young Master Lei, I really didn't do it on purpose!"
"It felt like right when I was about to hit you, something just..."
"It just flew over and hit my wrist!"
Buzzcut Fatty looked down and searched for a long time.
Apart from the few melon seeds Lin Yu had just tossed over, there was absolutely nothing else on the ground.
There wasn't even a decent-sized rock.
This made Buzzcut Fatty's words sound extremely unconvincing.
It sounded more like a deliberate excuse he made up!
Xia Yiwei quickly walked over to his side and linked her arm through his.
Looking up at Lin Yu with a face full of admiration, she said,
"Hubby... melon seeds!"
"Just how many secrets do you have that I don't know about?"
"This is my first time hearing that melon seeds can be used as hidden weapons!"
"That's amazing!"
Although Xia Yiwei didn't clearly see the trajectory of the flying melon seeds.
She did see Lin Yu's fingers move.
Besides the melon seeds, Lin Yu wasn't holding anything else in his hand.
Coupled with the fact that Lin Yu had just deliberately thrown a few melon seeds over.
In an instant.
Xia Yiwei immediately understood.
It was just that this kind of thing was a bit too unbelievable.
If she didn't hear Lin Yu admit it himself, it would be hard to believe it was true.
When Lin Yu made his move, he anticipated that the perceptive Xia Yiwei would notice the clues.
Therefore.
He didn't plan on hiding it from her forever.
He replied in a low voice,
"My secrets go far beyond just this."
"As we spend more time together, you'll discover even more."
"And if we don't get along..."
Xia Yiwei made an OK gesture and said with a smile,
"Understood!"
"If we don't get along, I'll look for the reasons within myself."
As expected of the little master!
He really could just grab a handful of melon seeds and use them as weapons.
No wonder they say martial arts are killing techniques.
If Lin Yu was given a few throwing knives, wouldn't he take the lives of everyone here?
Watching Buzzcut Fatty's reaction, Lei Siren felt even more infuriated.
There were only a few people present; who could have hit his wrist?
It was definitely on freaking purpose!
Trying to curry favor with Lin Yu, huh?
Good, very good.
Once things here were settled, he definitely had to let his cousin see this guy's true colors!
The punishment wasn't over yet, so naturally, it had to continue.
Lin Yu looked at the two of them helplessly and said,
"Brother Fatty, this is where you're in the wrong."
"Was the task I gave you really that difficult?"
"You aren't intentionally trying to make things hard for Young Master Lei, are you?"
Being scolded by Lei Siren was one thing.
But for Lin Yu to say the same thing?
It truly left Buzzcut Fatty unable to explain himself.
Rubbing his wrist, he looked at Lin Yu with a bitter expression and said,
"Brother Lin Yu, how about..."
"How about you do it instead?"
"I really didn't miss on purpose. I don't know what's wrong with my hand today, it's just not listening to me!"
Lei Siren grabbed Buzzcut Fatty's shoulder and said in disbelief,
"After all this hitting, you end up letting Lin Yu hit me anyway?"
"Is that your goal? You hid it pretty well!"
Xia Yiwei timely delivered a finishing blow:
"Brother Fatty, going by what you're saying, you're just using Young Master Lei to satisfy your cravings, aren't you?"
Buzzcut Fatty waved his hands repeatedly and hurriedly bowed deeply in apology.
But then again.
If he stopped now, it really would look like he was just using Lei Siren for fun.
Buzzcut Fatty stood there, completely flustered and at a loss for what to do.
For a moment.
He genuinely didn't know how to proceed.
However, Lei Siren's stubbornness had been beaten out of him by Buzzcut Fatty.
He patted his own cheek and stubbornly stood in front of Buzzcut Fatty:
"Come on, continue!"
"We're not switching people today. I want to see how many times you have to hit me before you're satisfied!"
"Brother Yu, you don't need to do it today. Just let him do it, okay?"
Lin Yu gave a thumbs up, agreeing with Lei Siren's proposal.
If they switched people, it wouldn't be as fun.
He still wanted to find someone to scheme against Lin Yu?
Today, he would make it so neither side could easily back down!
Hearing this, Buzzcut Fatty's face turned even uglier.
It was over.
If he had known earlier, he would have been better off letting Lin Yu give him a couple of good slaps.
Why the hell did he step forward when he didn't need to?
Not only did he fail to leave a good impression on Lei Siren, but he also made an enemy out of him.
Being pushed into this position, he couldn't back down even if he wanted to.
Buzzcut Fatty steeled his heart.
Screw it!
Since things had already come to this, he might as well see it through to the end.
"Young Master Lei, hold on. I will definitely hit the target this time!"
"Brother Lin Yu, don't call the start yet. Let me practice the angle first."
Buzzcut Fatty prepared to simulate the motion a couple of times, aiming at Lei Siren's face.
To see if the previous situation would happen again.
Perhaps.
Maybe that kick from Lin Yu earlier had injured him somewhere he didn't realize.
When performing specific movements, there might actually be some interference.
Practicing in advance would prevent another accident from happening.
First simulation, no problem!
The arm swing was smooth, and he didn't feel any discomfort.
It was as if the uncomfortable feeling from before was completely an accident.
Second simulation...
Buzzcut Fatty: "!!!"
Damn it!
That freaking sensation of his wrist cramping up came back.
This time it was even more absurd than the previous two times...
Slap!
A loud slap echoed through the underground garage.
Buzzcut Fatty swore that he absolutely wanted to stop his hand and pull back his strength before it hit.
But this freaking cramp was just too bizarre!
Instead of missing downwards, it struck forward.
The moment Buzzcut Fatty finished the slap, he quickly covered Lei Siren's face.
With a terrified look, he asked in a trembling voice:
"Y-Y-Young Master Lei, a-a-are you... alright?"
The dazed look in Lei Siren's eyes became much clearer.
He looked at Buzzcut Fatty with teary eyes and asked in return:
"Didn't we agree that it was just a practice simulation?"
"Brother Yu hasn't called the start yet, right?"
"Right?"
Buzzcut Fatty closed his eyes and nodded, thoroughly wearing a mask of pain.
As a gangster, he used to beat people up all the time.
Today was the first time he felt that hitting someone could be such a painful thing!
For the first time, Buzzcut Fatty had the urge to wash his hands of the criminal underworld.
Being a gangster wasn't easy!
It was too freaking hard.
He couldn't even hit someone properly, so what right did he have to be a gangster?
Lin Yu walked over, patted Buzzcut Fatty's shoulder, and consoled him:
"Brother Fatty, I don't know if there's some personal grudge between you and Young Master Lei."
"Let's not use this opportunity to vent your anger today, okay?"
"Consider it as giving me face. You've already hit him."
"Let's just write off all your past grievances, alright?"
"What do you say, Young Master Lei?"

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and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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...

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.”