"Got it, Young Master Wang."
The leader was a hulking man, forming a stark contrast with the frail Luo Yao. The other lackeys quickly closed in as well.
None of them had noticed yet that the usually bustling restaurant was now completely empty. Liu Meng had already arranged for the place to be cleared out earlier.
Now, standing behind Luo Yao, she looked at these men with pity, thinking to herself, You fools really chose the path to hell.
But she didn’t intervene—because they weren’t even worth her interference.
Why hasn’t Young Master Lin arrived yet? If he doesn’t show up soon, Luo Yao is going to start slaughtering them.
Should I prepare for the aftermath in advance?
By this point, several bodyguards had swiftly gathered around Luo Yao.
The leader frowned in surprise. He had assumed Luo Yao only had those two bodyguards and a woman with her, but now he realized there were several plainclothes guards as well.
This might be trickier than I thought.
"Didn’t expect you to bring so many people. But we still outnumber you two to one—you think we’re scared?"
Luo Yao had no intention of letting her bodyguards handle this. She wanted to deal with it herself.
For no other reason than the fact that Wang Qijiu’s fingers had touched her—disgusting her, enraging her, making her want to kill.
If Luo Yao didn’t give the order, her bodyguards wouldn’t move, even if they had to watch her get beaten to death.
That was the rule.
"Little girl, you’re really something. Why make such a fuss? Look at our Young Master Wang—he’s a great guy. If you just agree to—AHH!"
Before the leader could finish, Luo Yao’s foot had already crushed his manhood.
He never expected this woman would dare strike first when she was outnumbered.
"Good idea. Liu Meng, later, arrange for him and Young Master Wang to share a room. Let them have some fun together."
Liu Meng nodded.
Meanwhile, Lin Ran and his men rushed to the entrance, witnessing the scene from a distance.
Lin Ran gulped.
The leader collapsed in pain, tears streaming down his face.
"Damn it, get her!"
Luo Yao narrowed her eyes.
It’s been a while since I last fought.
Just as Lin Ran was about to step in, Uncle Fu stopped him.
"Young Master Lin, I need to tell you something. The young mistress truly loves you—she can’t live without you."
Lin Ran was baffled.
"Of course I know that. Why bring this up now? We need to—" He turned to point at Luo Yao, only to freeze in shock.
Luo Yao moved like lightning—her blade flashed, and the first man who charged at her was left with a glaring scar across his face.
Then the second, the third… In just half a minute, she had taken down ten men.
Three seconds per person—what kind of efficiency is this?
This was the first time Lin Ran had witnessed Luo Yao’s combat prowess firsthand. He was utterly stunned.
If she ever turned on me, I’d have died eight hundred times over.
In the past, she’s been way too lenient with me. She really must love me to death.
By now, Wang Qijiu had also realized how terrifying Luo Yao was. A woman who could cut through men like vegetables—and he had actually provoked someone like this?
Who the hell is she? Doesn’t she care about killing people?
Wang Qijiu wanted to run, but his legs had turned to jelly.
Only now did he understand—Luo Yao had never taken him seriously from the start.
And her bodyguards? They hadn’t even lifted a finger.
"Stop!"
A man in his fifties strode in, flanked by his own group of bodyguards. One of them even bumped into Lin Ran on the way.
"Release my son."
Luo Yao slowly turned her head. With Lin Ran’s group still outside and the new arrivals blocking her line of sight, she didn’t notice them.
"And you are?" she asked coldly.
"I’m the chairman of Wang Corporation. On what grounds are you holding my son?"
Wang Qijiu was Wang Delao’s only son and the heir to the Wang family. Hearing his son was in trouble, the father had rushed over immediately.
"Wang Corporation? What kind of trash is that?"
Liu Meng whispered a reminder.
"President Luo, Wang Corporation is just a small-time company—not even on the level of Suran Group."
Luo Yao didn’t respond. Instead, she icily declared,
"Then it has no reason to exist. Send both father and son abroad."
Liu Meng shuddered. President Luo is ruthless.
Outside, Lin Ran was desperate to get in, but Uncle Fu held him back firmly.
"Uncle Fu, whatever you want to say, can’t it wait until we get back? I need to go in now!"
"Young Master Lin, this old man has one request."
Lin Ran was exasperated. What could possibly be so urgent right now?
"Fine, I agree. We’ll talk later."
"No, I need to say it now."
Lin Ran was at his wit’s end. This old man is being completely unreasonable.
"Then hurry up. You’ve got ten seconds."
"That’s enough. I’m begging you—don’t leave the young mistress. If you do, she will die."
Having just witnessed Luo Yao’s brutality, a far more visceral experience than what he’d seen at the Luo family estate, Uncle Fu feared Lin Ran might be scared off again.
"Are you kidding me? Why the hell would I leave her? Even if you died, I wouldn’t leave Luo Yao!"
Lin Ran had blurted it out in frustration, half-joking, with no intention of cursing Uncle Fu.
But the old man was deeply moved, as if a massive weight had been lifted from his heart.
Even if I die, Young Master Lin won’t abandon the young mistress.
It was the best promise he’d ever received in his life.
Back inside the restaurant, Wang Delao was beginning to grasp Luo Yao’s true nature.
"Just who are you?"
Liu Meng scoffed.
"You’re not even worthy of asking our President Luo’s name. Your Wang Corporation isn’t even worth a fart compared to Luo Corporation."
Wang Delao stood frozen.
"President Luo? Which President Luo?"
"Obviously Luo Yao. Your son dared to harass her—even if he died, it’d be his own fault."
Though Liu Meng had claimed Wang Delao wasn’t worthy of knowing Luo Yao’s identity, she deliberately revealed it anyway.
Wang Delao’s face paled.
If this woman really was Luo Yao, then their entire Wang family was finished.
Luo Yao wasn’t like other businesspeople—she didn’t play nice or believe in peaceful coexistence.
She was the type to annihilate her enemies completely. In the business world, someone like her should’ve been crushed long ago.
Yet Luo Yao had defied all expectations, climbing to the top over the corpses of countless rivals.
No one who opposed her ever ended well—because she was merciless.
She hadn’t even spared her own family.
Sweat dripped down Wang Delao’s back. Gritting his teeth, he barked,
"Attack! Seize that woman!"
"Whoever captures her gets to keep her!"

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

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."

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.”