On the other end of the phone, Liu Ruxue hung up with tears streaming down her face.
"Auntie, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I love Lin Ran, and I have to help him."
She didn’t want to do this, but Lin Ran had instructed Wang Bao to force her hand.
Liu Ruxue had been torn at first, but then Liu Ritian immediately froze all of Liu Yuemei’s assets—something the entire Liu family knew about.
Liu Ruxue realized there was no going back with her brother Lin Jian. The thought broke her heart.
But then she considered: what if Liu Yuemei told Lin Tianba? If Lin Tianba retaliated against the Liu family, wouldn’t she suffer too?
To prevent Liu Yuemei from striking back, she needed leverage over her.
So, she agreed to the plan.
She didn’t know what would ultimately happen to Liu Yuemei, but she trusted Lin Ran wouldn’t go too far.
After all, she had sacrificed so much for him—surely he would love her now, wouldn’t he?
Besides, Liu Yuemei had treated Lin Ran horribly in the past. In a way, this was payback.
The thought eased her guilt, even giving her a twisted sense of satisfaction—like she was punishing a villain.
"Auntie, don’t blame me. Blame yourself for being a wicked woman all these years."
"If you had treated Lin Ran better, you wouldn’t be in this mess. This is your fault, not mine. I’m just the messenger."
Meanwhile, at the villa, Wang Bao quickly reported the situation to Lin Ran.
A smug grin spread across Lin Ran’s face.
"Tell Brother Dao it’s time to move."
"Understood."
After Wang Bao left, Luo Yao watched Lin Ran with a flutter of excitement in her chest.
Ah Ran was truly growing.
And his growth was beyond anything she could have imagined.
Even Luo Yao, a woman of legendary status, had to admit she had underestimated him.
She had always assumed Lin Ran would remain caged in the gilded world she crafted for him.
Yet now, this little bird had spread his wings and soared, swiftly transforming into a mighty eagle.
Though he had broken free from her grasp, she adored him more than ever.
Soon, Liu Yuemei arrived at Brother Dao’s territory.
Not long after she entered, Brother Dao appeared.
The underground fight club was hosting a match that night. The brutal thuds of fists against flesh reverberated through the space, unsettling Liu Yuemei’s nerves.
Was it really safe to negotiate with someone like Brother Dao?
"Ms. Liu, need debt collection services?" Brother Dao’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
She took a deep breath and steeled herself.
"Yes. My family owes me over 50 million. I want you to get it back for me."
"Possible. But we need to discuss the price."
In truth, Brother Dao had no intention of helping her. This was just a ploy to lower her guard.
"How much would it cost me?"
Brother Dao held up a single finger.
"Ten percent."
"That much?"
"Ms. Liu, others pay at least twenty. I’m giving you a discount."
Liu Yuemei thought of her family’s despicable faces—and the fact that she couldn’t even track them down. Gritting her teeth, she nodded in agreement.
The two signed an unofficial contract on the spot.
"Ms. Liu, time to pay up."
Liu Yuemei froze.
"Pay for what?"
"The collection fee, of course." Brother Dao spoke as if it were obvious.
"You’ll get your money once you recover it."
Brother Dao chuckled.
"Ms. Liu, who do you think I am? If you back out later, who’ll I turn to? My rules are clear—payment upfront, at least half. What, you don’t have it?"
Liu Yuemei flinched at his sudden aggression. "I—I do! I’ll have my husb—"
She caught herself. Lin Tianba couldn’t know about this.
"Brother Dao, I only have a million on me. Take that first, and I’ll pay the rest once you retrieve the money. Deal?"
Brother Dao’s smile widened.
"Ms. Liu, no need for complications. I can offer you another path."
"What do you mean?"
"That million could turn into ten."
"How?"
"Follow me. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I’m a reasonable man."
Liu Yuemei hesitated for a long moment before finally following Brother Dao—straight into an abyss with no return.
Upstairs in the entertainment complex, the casino was in full swing.
Liu Yuemei enjoyed cards, but only in high-society games with fellow wealthy ladies, where the stakes stayed within reason.
This was her first time in a place like this, and something primal stirred inside her.
"Ms. Liu, we signed a contract. Breaking my rules comes with consequences. But since you’re a sensible woman, I’m giving you this chance."
"Either hand over that million as a penalty, or take it to the tables. Win, and you’ll have the means to pay me. Lose, and I’ll let you walk away unharmed."
Liu Yuemei didn’t hesitate. Of course she’d gamble.
She exchanged her million for 900,000 in chips—the house’s cut already taken.
At a poker table, the dealer’s eyes urged her to place her bet.
First hand—she won 30,000.
Second—50,000.
Third—100,000.
Liu Yuemei kept raising the stakes.
After six straight wins, a crowd gathered, marveling at her luck and showering her with praise. Her grin stretched ear to ear.
By the seventh round, she went all-in—over two million between her original chips and winnings.
One hand to decide everything.
Win, and she’d have the funds to settle her debt. Lose, and she’d walk away.
Then, her "luck" ran out.
She lost everything.
Liu Yuemei stood there, stunned.
Her million—gone just like that?
She had told herself she could accept the loss, but the reality hit hard.
A glamorous woman beside her piped up.
"Big sister, your luck’s too good to quit now! Why not exchange more chips?"
"But I’m out of money," Liu Yuemei admitted.
"Easy. The casino offers loans—didn’t you know?"
"Loans?"
"Of course! Just head to the counter."
"But…"
"Your streak was incredible. This was just a hiccup. A few more rounds, and you’ll win it all back."
Liu Yuemei considered it—then marched to the loan desk.
Brother Dao watched from the sidelines and scoffed.
"Pathetic. Women like her could bankrupt empires."
Gambling reveals character.
To her shock, Liu Yuemei—using her status as Lin Tianba’s wife—was approved for a 100-million credit line.
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
