Two bodyguards rushed in and grabbed Ai Renqi, who panicked and tried to explain, "Brother Yu, let me explain—I was just passing by to use the bathroom!"
Yu Taiduo responded with another punch—a loud, painful-sounding impact.
Ai Renqi's ears rang, his vision filled with stars, but he gritted his teeth and begged for mercy.
"Brother Yu, let me go. I’ll help you secure the position of the Yu family’s patriarch, alright?"
Ai Renqi had no choice. The place was swarming with Yu Taiduo’s men, and he had to submit for now.
A real man knew when to bend and when to stand tall—escape first, revenge later.
Right now, he deeply regretted not having bodyguards stationed outside while he was fooling around.
Yu Taiduo threw another punch. "You think I need your help?"
This one landed square in Ai Renqi’s gut, doubling him over in pain.
"B-Brother Yu… I can still… help you deal with… Luo Yao. Just let me go."
A man was never more irrational than in moments like this. Right now, dealing with Luo Yao was the last thing on Yu Taiduo’s mind.
Bang! Another punch.
"I don’t need you for that."
This time, Ai Renqi finally snapped. "Yu Taiduo, have you lost your damn mind? You’re throwing away everything for some worthless woman—"
Yu Taiduo didn’t even dignify his words with a response. He motioned for the bodyguards to pin Ai Renqi to the ground and beat him senseless while he strode into the mahjong parlor, stopping in front of Chang Lüfù.
Chang Lüfù knew she was doomed.
She’d played with fire too many times—today, she’d finally gotten burned.
"Husband, touch me… love me, please?"
Yu Taiduo remained unmoved, his cold gaze locked onto her.
Years of marriage told her this look meant he’d made up his mind—to kill her. She was on the verge of breaking down.
"Husband, I was wrong! Forgive me this once—I swear I’ll only love you from now on!"
Yu Taiduo’s voice was icy. "He was right about one thing—you are a worthless woman. Go repent in the underworld."
His hand clamped around her throat, tightening relentlessly.
On the floor, her three friends trembled in fear. Right now, their biggest regret was helping Chang Lüfù cheat.
If Yu Taiduo wouldn’t spare his own wife, why would he spare them?
"Stop!"
Just as Chang Lüfù was about to suffocate, Yu Paoyan, the patriarch of the Yu family, strode in.
"Son, let your wife go," Yu Paoyan ordered.
Yu Taiduo narrowed his eyes. "Father? What are you doing here?"
"If I hadn’t come, you’d have made an unforgivable mistake. Now release her!"
Yu Taiduo’s cold gaze swept over his bodyguards, all of whom immediately lowered their heads.
For the old man to arrive so quickly, someone must have tipped him off—and that person was definitely here.
He just didn’t know who.
Yu Taiduo exhaled sharply and loosened his grip.
"Lock this woman up. As for Ai Renqi… cripple him."
Yu Paoyan quickly intervened. "Don’t act rashly. How can you lead the Yu family if you’re this impulsive?"
Yu Taiduo stepped up to his father and snarled, "I’m only sparing these two because I’m giving you face. Without it, you’re nothing."
Yu Paoyan nearly choked on his fury. "You unfilial wretch… you absolute disgrace!"
Yu Taiduo scoffed and turned away. "Lock the old man up too. He doesn’t leave this room without my say-so."
"And as for these three women—bury them."
Chang Lüfù’s three friends burst into desperate sobs.
"Brother Yu! Please, we were wrong! It was all Chang Lüfù’s idea—she made us do it!"
"Spare us! We’ll serve you instead—all three of us, however you want!"
The other two nodded frantically.
But Yu Taiduo didn’t even glance their way as he walked out of the parlor.
Whether they’d been coerced or willing didn’t matter—the outcome was the same.
Inside, the bodyguards moved swiftly—some crippling the Ai family’s patriarch, others securing Yu Paoyan and Chang Lüfù.
The rest knocked the three women unconscious and transported them to the outskirts for a live burial.
To the world, Yu Taiduo was just the Yu family’s ambitious heir, fighting for power.
But in truth, he’d long been capable of taking over.
He’d only held back, waiting for a legitimate succession.
Today, his father’s meddling had crossed a line.
And if that was the case, he had no problem accelerating his rise.
Just then, Yu Weiwen called.
"Dad! It’s bad—Big Brother’s gone missing!"
"Missing? What do you mean?"
"Second Brother and I just got to the hospital, but he wasn’t there. His bodyguards said he left early this morning—no one knows where."
Yu Taiduo had no patience for trivial matters now.
"Idiots. Forget about him. You and your brother go home and stay there for the next few days."
"Got it."
After hanging up, Yu Taiduo ordered Zhang Deshuai to cancel the day’s operation.
With the Ai family out of the picture, the plan was compromised.
Originally, the three families were to act together—Yu Taiduo handling official connections, the Zhang family funding, and the Ai family supplying manpower.
But with Ai Renqi crippled, gathering enough men on short notice was impossible. They’d have to delay.
Tomorrow. They’d move tomorrow.
Outside, Yu Taiduo gave his men one last command.
"You have one day. Make Ai Renqi call his men and have them ready by tomorrow morning."
The subordinate hesitated. "And if he refuses?"
Yu Taiduo made a slashing motion. The man nodded in understanding.
Meanwhile, Zhang Deshuai, the other partner, narrowed his eyes upon receiving the news.
Had they figured him out?
Unlike the Yu and Ai families, the Zhangs lacked deep roots. But becoming one of the five great families wasn’t just luck.
Most saw him as a nouveau riche, but this "upstart" was the shrewdest of them all.
He’d already begun liquidating assets and moving funds overseas—a contingency plan. If things went south, he’d flee the country immediately.
His steward asked quietly, "What now, Master?"
Zhang Deshuai rubbed his temples. "Wait and see. You go abroad today and prepare. If anything happens to me here, be ready to extract me."
"Understood."
Outskirts of the city.
Three women, bound and gagged, were thrown into a deep pit. Their eyes brimmed with tears.
If given another chance, they’d never agree to be lookouts again.
Who knew helping someone cheat could get you buried alive?
The bodyguards tossed in a bag of preservatives before a bulldozer swiftly filled the pit.
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."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
