【The Boss’s Special Skill is Drawing Empty Promises】: "Streamer, remember you're an 'acute transient mental disorder patient'—you should make use of this identity."
Shen Jingbing thought the netizens made a fair point, and for the first time, the entire internet witnessed the true destructive power of an umbrella.
As Shen Jingbing swung it twice, Lin Tianba was about to fight back when—
Shen Jingbing grabbed the umbrella currently lodged in Lin Tianba’s mouth and forcefully opened it.
By the time Lin Tianba dodged away, his entire face was injured, and two of his teeth had been knocked out.
"Ahhh! You lunatic! I’m gonna lose it!" Lin Tianba howled in pain.
"You should be grateful you only ran into me. If it were my boss, you’d be done."
Speak of the devil—right at that moment, our protagonist made his grand entrance.
A fleet of outrageously flashy cars rolled out of the estate, with Lin Ran naturally leading the pack.
The sheer extravagance of the spectacle stunned not just the netizens but even Shen Jingbing and Lin Tianba, momentarily making them forget they were mid-fight.
Shen Jingbing was the first to snap out of it.
"Alright, folks, place your bets! Type '1' if you think it's Young Master Lin, '2' for President Luo, or '3' if it's the power couple making an appearance. I’ll pick a lucky winner for a one-yuan red envelope."
【Don’t Give 500, Just Stay Trashy】: "A one-yuan red envelope? Damn, streamer, just go die already. Who’d stick around for a cheapskate like you? My bet’s on Lin Ran."
【Subway Psycho】: "I’m guessing it’s the couple leaving together."
【Big Mao’s a Bit Scared】: "I think Lin Ran’s about to run over Lin Tianba. Rich people can just hire someone to kill their scumbag dad—no jail time for them."
Lin Ran’s convoy circled Lin Tianba over and over, never stopping.
After all, it was warm inside the cars, and freezing outside.
Shen Jingbing: "Bro, stop spinning—I’m getting motion sickness."
Lin Ran had to give Shen Jingbing face; he was far more important than Lin Tianba, after all.
Once Lin Ran stepped out, the live chat immediately demanded Shen Jingbing point the camera at him.
Shen Jingbing, ever the quick thinker, even opened an umbrella to shield Lin Ran from the snow.
"Xiao Ran…" Lin Tianba began, putting on a pitiful act—only for Lin Ran to cut him off.
"Shut it. What’s going on, Lin the Turtle? You’re not here to beg for money, are you? I love charity, but you’re far from charitable."
Lin Tianba hadn’t expected Lin Ran to come out swinging. Instantly, his fake vulnerability vanished, replaced by a father’s stern authority.
Noticing Shen Jingbing’s live stream, he grew even more confident. Surely Lin Ran wouldn’t dare humiliate him in front of an audience?
"Son, kneel down. Your father has something to say."
Shen Jingbing: ???
Bodyguards: ???
Live chat: ???
Everyone froze in utter disbelief.
Lin Ran massaged his temples, wondering what sins he’d committed in a past life to be cursed with this clown’s existence.
"Good one. You kneel, and I’ll let you say three sentences."
Lin Tianba blinked, confused. "What did you say?"
"Have I not made it clear? Every time you see me, you kneel and call me 'Daddy,' or I’ll beat you senseless."
Right then, Shen Jingbing chimed in helpfully.
"Boss, I already took care of that for you—I shoved an auto-umbrella in his mouth and opened it."
Lin Ran glanced up, then fell silent for a moment.
"That umbrella… it’s not the one you’re holding now, is it?"
Shen Jingbing nodded proudly. "Yep, this very one."
"Holy hell, get that thing away from me! You’re disgusting, you psycho!"
Despite his outburst, Lin Ran didn’t actually punish Shen Jingbing.
The "psycho" hastily closed the umbrella, and bodyguard Wang Bao swiftly opened a fresh one.
Only then did Shen Jingbing remember—this was the same umbrella Lin Tianba had chewed on. Revolted, he hurled it three meters away, where it smacked Lin Tianba square in the face.
Just as Lin Tianba moved to retaliate, Lin Ran shot a single glance at Wang Bao, who promptly pinned him to the ground.
"Boss, my bad," Shen Jingbing apologized.
"What exactly is your bad?"
"I shouldn’t have used the same umbrella on you that I beat Lin the Turtle with."
Lin Ran shook his head.
"Wrong. Your mistake wasn’t using it on me—it was shoving it in his mouth instead of his—"
"—ass."
Shen Jingbing’s eyes lit up as if he’d just discovered a whole new world.
Meanwhile, the live chat erupted.
【Professional Ban Hammer】: "Who said Lin Ran was kind? This guy’s a straight-up demon."
【Disgusting Triple Threat】: "The King of Hell woke up today to find himself demoted to second place."
【Dreaming of Full Attendance】: "Holy reverse universe, Lin Ran’s savagery never disappoints. He’s never held back against Lin Tianba—this is the attitude I expect from him."
【Closed on the 6th Every Month】: "Exactly! I can’t stand those stories where the MC cowers before their enemies. The world’s gotten too soft. Boss Lin, go full umbrella warfare—I support you!"
As for Lin Tianba, his face darkened like a storm cloud.
He never imagined Lin Ran would humiliate his own father so brazenly on live stream.
Could he still enforce "parental discipline" now?
"Fine, son, no need to kneel. But you will do what I ask—"
Lin Ran grabbed Lin Tianba’s head and forced it down. Staring up at his taller son, Lin Tianba felt a strange realization—
If it came to a fight… could I even win against this brat?
Lin Ran ground Lin Tianba’s bleeding face into the snow.
"You dare ask me for favors? Did I not tell you to kneel when speaking to me?"
Lin Tianba instantly crumpled. "Ah! I-I get it! I was wrong!"
Only then did Lin Ran release him, suddenly puzzled.
"Wait—didn’t you find out Lin Jian isn’t your real son? Shouldn’t you be confronting your dear wife instead of bothering me?"
His words were a public execution of Lin Tianba’s dignity.
"Don’t spout nonsense, you unfilial brat! Yuemei had her reasons! Jian’er is a good boy—they did nothing wrong!"
Lin Ran couldn’t help but applaud.
"Lin Tianba, you’re next-level. I’m in awe. I genuinely admire Liu Yuemei now—how the hell did she brainwash you into voluntarily raising another man’s kid?"
"If you can swallow that, you’re truly invincible."
He wasn’t lying. Despite Liu Yuemei being one of his killers in a past life, her ability to manipulate Lin Tianba was masterclass.
Lin Ran desperately wanted to crack open Lin Tianba’s skull to see what kind of garbage allowed him to endure such shame.
"Yuemei suffered so much with me, and Jian’er called me 'Dad' for years—how could they be at fault?"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
