【Hemorrhoid Enthusiast】: Don’t you guys know? The three major families of Demon City are competing with Luo Yao for the official project. I suspect this was a predestined outcome. Luo Yao is no ordinary person. Those old-money families think they’re untouchable, but they can’t even see how powerful the new generation has become. And have you noticed? It was Luo Yao who acquired the Doomed Group, not Luo Corporation.
【Tomatoes Are Red】: When it comes to real brutality, our top chaebol heiress takes the crown. The sheer bloodiness is chilling. And if I remember correctly, the former members of the Luo family seem to have vanished. Where did they all go? Did Luo Yao have them locked up? (This message was instantly deleted, and the user was banned.)
The acquisition case sparked nationwide debate, even catching the attention of Lu Youqi, who was leading the way earlier, as he stared at the news in deep thought.
Under the official account of Doomed Group, comments were piling up.
【Human Relations】: Luo Yao’s acquisition is hands down the most explosive deal of the year. And did you notice? Within just ten minutes of the news breaking, all the negative buzz around Doomed Group vanished—like the internet just forgot.
【Losing Money to Spoil the Fam】: Doesn’t anyone else think Luo Yao is way too ruthless? And what about Wang Dacong’s scandal? We can’t just let Doomed Group off the hook, nor let capital run this wild. (This message was instantly deleted, and the user was banned.)
【Birds of a Feather】: Every day, I envy Lin Ran. Who wouldn’t want a wife this capable? Who wouldn’t want to live that cushy life?
【Shameless Troll】: Watch your mouth, buddy, unless you want a lawsuit.
Lin Ran stared at the flood of comments with a wry smile.
Whether in his past life or now, Luo Yao had made sure the entire nation knew her name.
“Heh, the netizens are talking about you way more than me these days.”
Luo Yao nodded. “They’re just not used to hearing about acquisitions this big. If you want the spotlight, I can hand Luo Corporation over to you. Guaranteed to—”
“Shh! I don’t want the attention, and I don’t want to manage some massive conglomerate. I just want to be a useless bum.”
Chen Qingtian’s eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn’t fathom what kind of love would drive someone to give so much.
She knew Luo Yao had yandere tendencies—she’d even googled “Do yanderes make better money?”
But she couldn’t wrap her head around what kind of love would make someone break their own bones to make soup for their man.
Chen Qingtian’s worldview finally shattered.
As the car entered Lu Manor, the group quickly understood why the Lu family was considered a major dynasty.
Lu Manor was a place of antique elegance and staggering luxury—not a countryside estate, but something closer to a high-end villa district.
After driving deeper into the grounds, they arrived before a palatial structure.
Stepping out, they realized even the outdoor flooring was made of premium hardwood. Lin Ran was seeing the place in a whole new light.
When they reached the main hall, even Lin Ran was stunned.
This wasn’t just a hall—it was more dazzling than the lobby of a seven-star hotel.
Compared to the ancestral hall at the Luo family’s old residence, the difference was night and day.
His gaze drifted to the wall behind the main seat.
Good.
No ancestral tablets.
If this place had followed the Luo family’s style, how many memorial plaques would they have needed?
“President Luo, Young Master Lin, this is the Lu family’s—” Lu Youqi suddenly frowned, sensing something off as he scanned the empty hall.
Logically, as the family head, his return should’ve been met with a grand welcome.
But not only was it eerily quiet outside—there wasn’t a soul inside either.
Something was very, very wrong.
Even Lu Lutong and his sons, whom he’d left in charge, were nowhere to be seen.
“Where is everyone? Don’t they know I’m back?”
“Someone!”
“Someone!”
Lu Youqi’s face darkened with embarrassment.
Just then, a servant rushed in.
“Family Head.”
“Compose yourself!” Lu Youqi snapped. If this servant weren’t somewhat special, he’d have banished him on the spot.
Meanwhile, Luo Yao narrowed her eyes.
The servant kept his head low as he reported, “Oh—Lu—Lu—tong—Young—Master—”
“Can you speak faster?” Lu Youqi was genuinely furious now, already plotting the servant’s punishment.
“Young Master Lu Lutong secretly released Young Master Lu Ludu. Now they’ve rallied much of the family to overthrow you as head.”
“What? Why wasn’t I called?” Lu Youqi was floored.
Lin Ran patted his pockets but found nothing, suddenly feeling uneasy.
“Ah-Ran, looking for this?”
Lin Ran stared at the handful of sunflower seeds in Luo Yao’s palm, baffled.
“Where’d you get these?”
“I had Liu Meng prepare them in advance.”
Lin Ran was starting to think he didn’t understand Luo Yao at all.
Lu Youqi, seething, waved his hand. “Someone!”
“Someone!”
No response.
“Some—”
“Family Head, I’m afraid Young Master Lu Ludu has taken control of the entire Lu Manor,” the servant cut in.
“What? And you just let it happen?” Lu Youqi couldn’t believe it.
The servant blinked innocently. “I’m not part of the main family. How could I stop them?”
Lu Youqi’s eyes narrowed. He knew full well this man could’ve intervened if he’d wanted.
Liu Meng smirked. “Family Head Lu, is this the show you invited us to see? Quite the spectacle. So, where do we sit?”
At her mocking tone, Lu Youqi’s expression turned stormy.
Then he caught Luo Yao’s derisive gaze—and suddenly understood.
“President Luo, must we be at each other’s throats like this?”
“That depends on your sincerity.” Luo Yao casually took the seat of honor, while Lin Ran settled into the other.
Lu Youqi closed his eyes and sighed.
He knew that once Luo Yao made her move, victory was certain.
Just like with the Li and Wang families.
Right then, the sound of hurried footsteps filled the air as dozens of Lu family members poured into the hall.
Outside, the grounds buzzed with activity as more clansmen gathered.
Leading the security team was a man in his seventies.
Lin Ran marveled at the sheer size of the Lu family—their numbers were staggering.
At the front, Lu Lutong pushed a wheelchair carrying the injured Lu Ludu.
“You traitor! Who told you to release him? And all of you—what do you think you’re doing?”
Lu Lutong smirked.
“Old man, you’ve been head for way too long. We, your sons, aren’t happy. Why do you get to sit high while we’re just tools for your schemes?”
“So you’re rallying them to dethrone me and take my place?”
Lu Lutong shook his head, patting the wheelchair. Inside, Lu Ludu sat perfectly calm.
"My abilities are limited, and I don't believe I'm fit for the position of family head. But the Eighth Brother is capable—today, I nominate him as the new head. If you know what's good for you, I'll let you retire peacefully at Lu Manor. But if you refuse to cooperate..."
"Then I'll have to make you cooperate."
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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!
