Lin Ran nodded, "Hello, my name is Lin Ran."
Lin Ran didn’t dislike people like Wei Xiang. In fact, in this lifetime, he didn’t dislike him at all.
Everyone has their own life to lead, and what happened in his past life wasn’t Wei Xiang’s fault. He hadn’t known that there was a traitor among his subordinates.
Besides, Lin Ran wasn’t exactly a good person himself now. The naivety he once had would never resurface in this life.
Wei Xiang didn’t dare to be careless and quickly shook hands with him. "Hello, I’m Wei Xiang, Wu Zhishang’s cousin. Let me take you to see Brother Dao."
Following Wei Xiang into an unfinished building, they entered an elevator in a very hidden spot.
Lin Ran couldn’t help but marvel at how strange this world was. Who would have thought that beneath such a dilapidated place lay a dazzling underground money-making hub?
Lin Ran followed Wei Xiang straight down to the third underground level.
As they stepped out of the elevator, there was a cage-enclosed fighting ring. Even if Lin Ran hadn’t seen one before, he knew this was an underground fighting arena.
The ceiling of this level was exceptionally high, and the design was quite ingenious.
Lin Ran followed Wei Xiang to a private box on the second floor of this level, which offered the best view of the ring.
Inside the box, Lin Ran saw the man who was considered the top figure in the underground scene of the capital, known in the underworld as Brother Dao.
Brother Dao was around forty years old, and true to his name, a scar ran diagonally across his face, starting from his skull and ending at his chin.
Surviving such a severe injury was a testament to his resilience.
Wei Xiang had served time in prison with Brother Dao, which was why Brother Dao held him in high regard.
Wei Xiang confidently walked to one side of the sofa in the box.
"Brother Dao! I’ve brought him. This is Lin Ran, my cousin’s classmate."
Lin Ran nodded at Brother Dao, who gave him a once-over.
Hmm, a young man, probably here to ask for help dealing with someone.
Upon closer inspection, his attire suggested he was a wealthy second-generation heir.
But then, Brother Dao’s eyes widened in shock, and he nearly fell to the ground.
Holy crap! Isn’t this the man of Boss Luo?
What’s he doing here?
"So it’s Young Master Lin. Please, have a seat."
Lin Ran was surprised by Brother Dao’s polite demeanor, thinking to himself that the top figure of the capital’s underworld was surprisingly courteous.
Sitting across from Brother Dao, Lin Ran watched as Brother Dao personally pushed a freshly brewed cup of Longjing tea toward him. This scene made the surrounding underlings widen their eyes in disbelief.
Brother Dao was treating this young man with unusual respect.
Lin Ran took a small sip and complimented, "Not bad. Thank you for the hospitality, Brother Dao."
Brother Dao was equally polite, showing none of the usual arrogance of a big shot. "So, Young Master Lin, what business do you have to discuss?"
Lin Ran handed over an IOU.
Brother Dao took it with a puzzled look, glanced at it, and asked, "Young Master Lin, are you asking me to help you collect this debt? You’ve come to the right person. We’re very professional at this."
Naturally, he wouldn’t scoff at the relatively small amount on the IOU. After all, even small profits added up.
According to underworld rules, debt collection came with a 20% service fee.
Lin Ran shook his head and raised a finger.
"There’s a much bigger deal here, Brother Dao. One that could make you a fortune, and it’s completely legal. As for this IOU, consider it a gesture of goodwill. If you can collect it, the money can be used to treat your men to drinks."
Brother Dao looked at Lin Ran in surprise. From what he knew, Lin Ran was still a student.
Yet, the young man showed no trace of nervousness or discomfort in his presence. This was truly unexpected.
What’s more, Lin Ran was willing to hand over the IOU as a gesture of friendship. While the IOU might not be worth much in someone else’s hands, Brother Dao was confident he could cash it in.
This showed that Lin Ran was both bold and generous.
And considering he was connected to Boss Luo, even without the IOU, Brother Dao couldn’t afford to not befriend him.
After a moment of silence, Brother Dao said, "Brother Lin, I consider you a friend now. I’ll take on your job, and whether it’s legal or not is our concern. If anything goes wrong, it won’t involve you."
With that, he reached out and shook Lin Ran’s hand. Lin Ran hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly.
Brother Dao thought to himself, how could it not go smoothly? You’re the real boss here.
If I dared to give you a hard time, I might end up floating in the ocean tomorrow, and some shark might have a feast tonight.
Lin Ran didn’t fully trust Brother Dao. After all, people in the gray areas of society weren’t exactly known for their integrity.
The term "brother" was just a polite formality. The only true brother he had was Wu Zhishang.
But for now, Brother Dao would undoubtedly be willing to cooperate, as there was nothing more appealing to them than money.
Lin Ran glanced at the few underlings around Brother Dao, who wisely cleared the room, leaving only Lin Ran and Brother Dao inside.
Only then did Lin Ran explain what was about to happen to the Lin family. Upon hearing this, Brother Dao’s eyes lit up.
Well, well, well. This wasn’t exactly illegal, and it could make him a fortune.
But wasn’t Young Master Lin part of the Lin family? Why was he being so ruthless toward them?
Well, that wasn’t for him to ponder, nor did he dare to think too deeply about it.
Perhaps it was all part of Boss Luo’s plan, and Lin Ran’s appearance today might even be a test from Boss Luo.
With that in mind, Brother Dao didn’t dare to delay and readily agreed to Lin Ran’s request. In fact, even if Lin Ran hadn’t come to him, he would have done the same if he had gotten wind of the situation.
But since it was Lin Ran who had orchestrated this, Brother Dao felt a sense of gratitude toward him. He even invited Lin Ran to take a look upstairs.
Lin Ran didn’t refuse. He was curious about this place.
The entire underground entertainment complex was nearly empty, as it was still daytime.
When they reached the second floor, Lin Ran was immediately struck by the sight before him.
It was a massive den of indulgence, the kind of casino one only saw in movies, but here it was, real and alive.
However, since it was still daytime, only a dozen or so people were gathered around a single gambling table.
Brother Dao said, "Brother Lin, care to play a few rounds? If you lose, it’s on me."
Lin Ran shook his head. "I have no tolerance for gambling or drugs."
Brother Dao thought to himself, you’re conveniently leaving out the "prostitution" part, huh?
Seeing that Lin Ran had no interest in gambling, Brother Dao simply smiled and didn’t press further.
Just then, a man at the gambling table was suddenly kicked to the ground.
"Damn it, I told you I don’t touch that stuff, and you keep asking. Are you looking for trouble?"
At these words, the entire casino fell silent, and Brother Dao’s face turned dark.
Everyone knew that while Brother Dao’s establishment offered gambling and other vices, drugs were strictly off-limits.
No one knew why a gangster like Brother Dao was so against drugs, but that was the rule.
Brother Dao glanced at Wei Xiang and said coldly, "If I’m not mistaken, that’s one of your men, right?"
Wei Xiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied, "Yes, Brother Dao. His name is Zhang Dahai. I’ll make sure you get a satisfactory resolution."
With that, he walked over, grabbed Zhang Dahai by the collar, and yanked him up, snatching the drugs from his hand.
"Damn it, do you have a death wish? Selling this crap here?"

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.”

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

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."