Uncle Fu hesitated for a moment. "Miss, demolishing such a large area requires proper procedures."
Luo Yao directly pulled out a document. Uncle Fu's eyes widened at the sight, thinking to himself, As expected of the young miss—she’s even prepared this.
Luo Yao said, "No matter the outcome today, we’ll cut off any hope these people have of returning here."
"Understood."
Just then, a report came through the walkie-talkie, and Luo Yao smirked.
"Yao Yao, it seems they’re coming out too."
"Good. Then we’ll just wait for them to walk into our trap."
On the surveillance feed, members of the Luo Family Old Mansion began filing out one after another. Many were missing a hand—Lin Ran knew this was Luo Yao’s handiwork.
She had told him about it during their time in the hospital, carefully observing his reaction but finding none.
He had even said, "They deserved it for provoking my wife."
(Luo Family members: Oh, you’re so great, so righteous.)
Lin Ran also recognized some of the people on the feed—after all, the last time he was here, he had smashed quite a few faces.
He remembered the old man at the front was named Luo Kong.
There were also Luo Wushuang and Bi Yaolian.
"Hey, I know quite a few of these people."
Luo Yao asked, "Can you remember their names, A’Ran?"
Lin Ran looked confident. "Of course. Look, this one is Luo Disi."
"And this one?" Luo Yao pointed at another person on the screen.
"Luo Dichuang."
"This one?"
"Luo Dimei."
"And these?"
"They’re Luo Wudie, Luo Po, Luo Ri, Luo Zhen, Luo Mo, Luo Kuan, Luo Hong, Luo Lei, Luo Wu, Luo Nan, Luo Bangsheng… Huh? Why is Luo Bangsheng here too?"
Lin Ran looked at Luo Yao in surprise.
"He’s my mole now."
Lin Ran’s expression relaxed. As expected of my wife—always ensuring everything is under control.
The last time he had seen Luo Bangsheng was at the Lu Family, where he had been defeated by Luo Yao and then taken away by her people—no one knew where.
Yet here he was today, at the old mansion.
In truth, after Luo Bangsheng lost to Luo Yao at the Lu Family, he had been locked away in a pitch-black place—he had no idea where.
But he didn’t care. Life and death meant little to him now.
If he hadn’t escaped back then, he would have died long ago. Every extra day he lived was a bonus.
To his surprise, he was released not long after—by none other than Uncle Fu.
Of course, he had agreed to Uncle Fu’s condition: to infiltrate the Luo Family as a mole.
With Luo Wushuang currently short on manpower, he naturally welcomed Luo Bangsheng—an "enemy" of Luo Yao—with open arms.
"Aren’t you afraid he’ll be recruited by Luo Wushuang or become a double agent?"
Luo Yao shook her head. "No. If he betrays me, I have ways to deal with traitors."
Lin Ran still didn’t understand. "How would you know if he betrays you?"
Luo Yao paused before answering, "Just like how I can track you, he also has a tracker in his body—and a listening device. He just doesn’t know it."
The tracker implanted in Luo Bangsheng was even more advanced than Lin Ran’s, thanks to improved technology.
The surgery had been performed while Luo Bangsheng was unconscious.
When he woke up, he thought he had only slept for a short while—unaware that days had passed.
That was also why he had been kept in complete darkness—to disorient him about the passage of time.
Lin Ran looked astonished, then gave her a strange look.
"Yao Yao… I don’t have a listening device in me too, do I?"
It wasn’t fear but embarrassment. If he did, then everything he had said over the years—even the sounds of using the bathroom—would have been heard by Luo Yao.
Luo Yao hesitated. "No."
She wasn’t worried about him finding out—she just didn’t want him to feel awkward.
Lin Ran sighed in relief. Thank goodness.
If Luo Yao had heard everything he’d said over the years, how heartbroken would she have been?
Especially the things he had said to Liu Ruxue. The thought alone sent a chill down his spine.
And imagining Luo Yao’s feelings…
He didn’t dare dwell on it. Too horrifying.
What would it feel like for someone who loved you deeply to constantly hear you whispering sweet words to others while only ever directing complaints and hatred toward her?
Suddenly, Lin Ran realized something.
In his previous life, the last time he had seen Liu Ruxue—right before his death—he had spoken many words on that rooftop.
Luo Yao had been in another city at the time, yet she had rushed back immediately, finding him without hesitation—almost as if she had known he was already dead before digging him out.
A tracker could locate him, but could it determine whether he was alive or dead? Unless…
His gaze flickered to Luo Yao, but he chose to stay silent.
He had stumbled upon a blind spot.
(My heart aches for Yao Yao.)
Lin Ran, what right do you have not to love her? What right do you have to make her suffer again?
Truly, how undeserving.
Luo Yao didn’t notice Lin Ran’s unease—her attention was fixed on the people in the surveillance feed.
Narrowing her eyes, she prepared to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.
So many members of the Luo Family—let them all live out their days as useless cripples.
As for Luo Wushuang… he won’t leave here alive.
After some time, Luo Wushuang led the Luo Family’s noisy procession to the banks of Xi Tan.
"The dragon vein lies beyond the cold pool."
But now came the problem: the Luo Family members ranged from young to old, some who could swim and some who couldn’t. How would they dive?
Luo Wushuang had already prepared diving suits. He had them distributed, adding weights to ensure they could descend smoothly into the cold pool’s depths.
"You can choose to wait here or dive over to take a look. The scenery on the other side is quite impressive."
So they split into two groups.
The elderly, children, and those unable to swim stayed behind, while the rest followed Luo Wushuang to unlock the treasure.
They plunged into the water like dumplings into a pot. Within minutes, about thirty people—including Luo Wushuang’s trusted aides—had submerged.
The group left behind was larger, led by Bi Yaolian and consisting mostly of the elderly, women, and children.
"Aunt Bi, is the treasure really over there?"
Bi Yaolian nodded. "I believe your second uncle. If he says it’s there, then it is."
The questioner relaxed, and the group grew eager to divide the spoils, their faces lighting up with excitement.
No one knew exactly what the treasure was, but according to Luo Family rumors, it was certain to be something of immense value.
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!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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?!
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.
