"Haha! I buried more than just these."
After the first wave of explosions, even Lu Lutong beside Lu Ludu was severely injured, and many others were hit by flying debris.
This indiscriminate blast was like a lottery—no one knew who would be hurt next.
At this moment, the Lu family estate was in complete chaos. The explosions were bad enough, but the fires were even worse.
No one knew how Lu Ludu had planted all these explosives and incendiary devices.
Lu Ludu raised the remote control in his hand.
"Whoosh—"
Just as he was about to press the button, a cold glint cut through the air with a sharp whistle.
"Ah—!"
The dagger struck Lu Ludu’s hand with perfect accuracy, and the remote clattered to the ground.
At the same time, the police officer tackled Lu Ludu, wheelchair and all, pinning him down without hesitation.
Lu Lutong, his leg blown apart, lay on the ground staring in disbelief at his youngest brother, the one he’d been closest to.
"You lunatic! You absolute madman! We all betrayed the old man just to make you the family head, and now you want us all to die together?"
At the same moment, a younger member of the Lu family knelt beside a lifeless body, sobbing uncontrollably.
"I’ll kill him! He murdered my mother!"
Pinned to the ground, Lu Ludu grinned at Lu Lutong’s furious expression. "Hahaha, did you really think I didn’t know? You just wanted to control me after I took power. You and Lu Youqi are the same kind of people."
Lu Lutong froze. He’d never actually thought that way. While he coveted the position of family head, he’d been content with securing more benefits for his own branch.
He had genuinely supported Lu Ludu’s rise—and genuinely believed they were close.
Watching the scene unfold, Lin Ran couldn’t help but sigh. That had been too close.
This was the nearest he’d come to death since his "rebirth."
Too close.
As the dust slowly settled, Luo Yao tenderly brushed her fingers along Lin Ran’s face, wiping away the blood and dirt before tasting it on her tongue.
A little salty.
It was a familiar taste.
"Ran, does it hurt?"
Lin Ran shook his head. "No. Protecting you makes me happy."
Luo Yao’s eyes weren’t just sparkling now—they were filled with pure adoration, as if she wanted to tear his clothes off right then and there.
"Ran, I want to…"
Pfft—!
Lin Ran nearly choked. Here they were, surrounded by danger and enemies, and she was still thinking about that?
"I want to go home with you."
Oh. Home. Right. Maybe he’d misunderstood.
"Okay, let’s go."
Luo Yao nodded and had someone contact Uncle Fu.
Then she glanced down at Lu Youqi, who was curled up on the floor, miraculously unharmed.
Her eyes narrowed.
If Lin Ran was hurt, why did this old man get to walk away unscathed?
Liu Meng handed the dagger back to Luo Yao—the same one she’d thrown earlier. Without her quick action, many more lives might have been lost.
Even the police officers looked at her with gratitude and admiration.
Luo Yao took the blade, its surface still clean and unblemished, and fixed Lu Youqi with an icy stare.
"Lu Youqi, remember my words."
Lu Youqi was truly shaken. He’d never imagined his own son could be so deranged.
"I understand. Thank you, President Luo."
Luo Yao glanced at the busy officers and armed personnel, then paused.
"Come to the Luo Corporation branch tomorrow at noon."
"Yes." Lu Youqi didn’t dare refuse.
Only then did Luo Yao turn back to Lin Ran.
"Liu Meng, handle the rest. Ran and I are leaving."
"Huh? Oh—right."
At this point, who would lead the Lu family, who would be arrested, who would die—none of it mattered anymore.
As Luo Yao and Lin Ran walked out, neither the Lu family nor the authorities made a move to stop them.
This was no longer the Luo Yao the world had seen on variety shows.
The moment she stepped out of the Lu estate, everyone understood just how terrifying she truly was.
Outside, the fires raged on—the entire Lu estate was ablaze, all thanks to Lu Ludu.
"What a beautiful sea of flames. Quite the welcoming ceremony he prepared for us."
Luo Yao admired the view as if the screams within the inferno meant nothing to her.
Lin Ran was stunned by the sight.
"That Lu Ludu was ruthless. If he couldn’t have it, he wanted to destroy it all. If the second explosion hadn’t been stopped, we’d really have been in trouble."
Luo Yao fell silent for a moment. "It’s my fault. I didn’t investigate thoroughly enough—"
"Shh. Not your fault. You did everything you could."
Lin Ran had never blamed Luo Yao for danger. His stance remained the same:
If Luo Yao lived, he’d stay by her side.
If Luo Yao died, he’d follow her.
Fire engines wailed as one after another arrived. Uncle Fu’s car trailed behind one of them.
"Young Miss, thank goodness you’re safe."
Uncle Fu had been terrified when he got the news. If anything had happened to Luo Yao, the global business landscape would have shifted overnight.
Most saw her as just a businesswoman, but few knew the truth—when she spoke, the world’s economy trembled.
Even world leaders hesitated before crossing her.
That was why they’d orchestrated the bidding war, hoping to pressure her through the three great families.
But no one expected things to escalate this far—now, even the authorities were struggling to control the fallout.
As Luo Yao and Lin Ran got into the car, Chen Qingtian came running after them.
"Wait for me! Wait!"
The car drove off without him, leaving Chen Qingtian gaping.
"Swallow—er, I mean, sister-in-law! Don’t leave me behind! Sister-in-law, wait!"
Sister-in-law, take me with you!
On the way out of the Lu estate, Lin Ran watched the devastation and heard the cries of the wounded. For the first time, he felt a pang of sorrow.
He wasn’t a saint, but Lu Ludu’s kamikaze tactics had shaken him.
Never underestimate the destructive power of a man with nothing left to lose.
"The most dangerous people in this world are those with no way out. How did he even plant all those bombs without anyone noticing?"
Even Luo Yao was baffled. Were the Lu family members blind?
"Ran, why did you protect me earlier?"
"You’re my wife. Who else would I protect? You’re the only one left in my world."
Lin Ran wasn’t lying.
His so-called relatives? Nonexistent. As for the Chen family—he acknowledged them, but that didn’t mean he cared.

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."

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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.”

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?