The Rolls-Royce let out a deafening roar and sped off in a puff of smoke, scaring the security guards so much that they all scattered in a hurry.
Seeing the people outside making way, Wang Bao sneered disdainfully. "Earning a few thousand a month, what's the point of risking your life?"
At this moment, the security guard lying at the back regretted it so much. It turned out that he was the only one risking his life for nothing?
Liu Meng said, "Your blood is dripping..."
The security guard replied, "Ah?"
In the banquet hall of the manor, the host was about to give a speech.
"Where are the people from Luo Corporation? Why haven't they arrived yet?"
"Maybe there's a traffic jam on the road. These young people just have no sense of time."
The current head of the Li Family is Li Chifen, a man in his fifties. He is dressed in a rather archaic style, similar to what you'd see in a martial - arts movie.
In his own understanding, it's a very steady way of dressing, but it makes him stand out like a sore thumb in this modern era.
Surprisingly, this kind of "silly" style of dressing even received a round of praise from those around him.
"Master Li, that Luo Yao girl is just a nouveau riche. Let's not wait for her, shall we?"
The head of the Lu Family didn't come today. Instead, it was the second young master of the Lu Family, Lu Lutong.
He brought his two sons and a daughter with him. Although he's called the second young master, this guy is already in his fifties.
When Lu Lutong looked at Li Chifen, there was not only politeness but also jealousy in his eyes. He envied Li Chifen for becoming the family head in his fifties, while he, Lu Lutong, was still vying for the inheritance rights in the Lu Family at the same age.
The Lu Family has a large number of descendants. Lu Lutong has as many as eight brothers. It's truly a case of "nine sons competing for the throne".
Moreover, the most likely candidate to become the next family head is not him, but his ninth brother.
Adding to his frustration, his father, although in his eighties, is still in good health and shows no sign of stepping down.
This makes Lu Lutong extremely anxious.
"Right, Wang Dacong?"
Wang Dacong, the eldest young master of the Wang Family, looked disdainful.
His female companion was a beautiful internet celebrity streamer, conforming to the standard popular aesthetic. At this moment, Wang Dacong said mockingly, "Today, I'm just here on behalf of my father to take a look. I won't make any comments."
Lu Lutong was very dissatisfied with Wang Dacong's words.
In the past, the Wang Family was quite powerful in Shanghai, but in recent years, it has declined.
If it weren't for its good foundation and the strong network of connections that the old master of the Wang Family has built over the years, the Wang Family would have been kicked out of the top three families long ago.
However, Lu Lutong still envied Wang Dacong very much.
Why?
Because regardless of the size of the Wang Family, he is the first in line to inherit.
The reason is simple: he is the only son.
At this time, Park Bo - gi, the person in charge of Samsung, said seriously, "Guys, let's start quickly. A woman like Luo Yao, who has no manners and is extremely vicious, is not qualified to talk to us."
Li Chifen naturally knew that Luo Yao must have been stopped. His goal was to give her a warning.
The last time Luo Yao attended such a gathering, she was just a cold - looking nobody. Unexpectedly, in just a few years, that girl who once broke someone's bones because they touched her had become the first tycoon.
Such a transformation makes all the established families extremely envious.
"Master, something bad happened. Luo..."
A security guard heard the report about Luo Yao's situation from the walkie - talkie and was about to relay it to the master when he was suddenly interrupted by a huge noise.
"Vroom—"
The roar of the engine stunned everyone.
How could there be the sound of a car here?
This is the private banquet hall of the Li Family Manor.
"Bang—"
The high - end agarwood door was rammed open, and the Rolls - Royce rushed in blatantly, causing everyone to scream in panic.
The car made a cool drifting maneuver and stopped right in front of the head of the Li Family, only one centimeter away from him, which shows that Wang Bao's driving skills are really good.
In fact, he practiced his driving skills hard after being blocked by two cars on the way to protect Lin Ran back to the manor in Beijing last time.
When the Rolls - Royce rushed in, its emblem flew off and landed right on the head of the Li Family head.
Li Chifen pretended to be calm, but a bead of cold sweat on his forehead was clearly visible.
But he couldn't show too much anger because of his pretense.
Dressed in ancient - style clothes and with the Rolls - Royce emblem on his head, he pretended to be calm and shouted, "Who is in the car, daring to act so recklessly in my Li Family Manor?"
The car door opened, and a blood - covered security guard was thrown out.
"Sorry, the car went out of control. I'll have someone compensate you for the losses here, old dog."
Old dog?
Through the open car door, Li Chifen looked at Luo Yao sitting inside.
This is the so - called first - class tycoon lady.
He was so angry that he almost exploded on the spot.
He is the current head of the Li Family. The Li Family is only slightly weaker than the Lu Family in Shanghai. Even the head of the Lu Family wouldn't dare to talk to him like this.
Now, Luo Yao actually called him an "old dog"?
"Yellow - haired girl, what did you call me?"
When their Li Family was dominating the business world, the Luo Family was just an ordinary second - rate family.
Unexpectedly, in just a few years, that girl has turned the family into a top - notch financial group, even surpassing them. Any established family would be extremely jealous of such a transformation.
Looking at the security guard on the ground, covering his finger and moaning in pain, Li Chifen's face turned very ugly.
"Calling you an old dog is already giving you face. After all, it's not your choice to be a dog, right?"
Li Chifen couldn't take it anymore. He had never been insulted like this in his life.
Just then, Lu Lutong interrupted, "Ms. Luo, how can you insult the head of the Li Family? And no matter how crazy you are, you can't just beat people."
Luo Yao didn't even look at him and said coldly, "Get lost. Even your father wouldn't dare to talk to me like this."
Just as Lu Lutong was about to retort, Li Chifen stopped him.
Luo Yao was right. A second - generation rich kid like Lu Lutong who lives off his family is really not worthy of talking to her. But he himself can.
"Ms. Luo, I'm very glad that you were invited to this banquet at my Li Family. Even though you almost hit me, I can overlook it."
"But you beat our security guard for no reason. Isn't that a bit too disrespectful to me? You know, beating people is against the law."
Liu Meng got out of the car, looked around, and nodded at Luo Yao. Then Luo Yao got out of the car.
The moment she stepped out, everyone felt that the temperature in the air dropped a few degrees, as if a cold - air conditioner had been turned on. No one dared to look her in the eye.
Because Luo Yao's eyes were as cold as ice.
"Oh? Whom did I beat?"
After saying that, Luo Yao reached out and held an arm in the car, and Lin Ran also got out.
These two are quite well - known across the country. Even among these wealthy families, people have heard of them. Some have even watched Lin Ran's live - streams and really like his personality.
There are even fans of the short dramas produced by Nuanyao Media.
So, even among the wealthy families, Lin Ran has his fans.
"A Ran, this old dog is being so shameless and falsely accusing me of beating someone. You know I'm not that violent, right?"

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."

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

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.”

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.