"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!"
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.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
