Wang Ge "said entertainment," his face turned pale. He suddenly remembered the words he had said to the other person... If he could pull something off against him, then he would live-stream eating shit while standing on his head...
Would the other person really do that?
Just as he was thinking, a message arrived on his phone.
[Remember, tomorrow you'll be live-streaming eating crap headstand.]
Wang Ge "said entertainment," his hands trembled.
Seriously, are they for real?
Thinking this, Wang Ge shook his head. The other party could only hide behind the screen, operating in the shadows.
Hackers like that were most afraid of exposure. How could he possibly come offline and make him eat shit, let alone doing it live?
The other party must be just threatening him, must be!
The next morning, Su Hua prepared to go to work. She, as usual, dressed in a white shirt, a tight-fitting suit skirt, and a suit jacket, her lovely and graceful body on full display.
Lin Xuan gently kissed the beauty's forehead. "I'll be waiting for you at home."
"Mhm." Su Hua's eyes curved.
Butler Wang smiled in satisfaction.
Indeed, love could change a person.
Missy wasn’t the same cold robot she used to be. In front of Lin Xuan, she would show a feminine side.
This was truly wonderful.
This was the kind of Missy who felt like a warm, living person to him.
After Su Hua left,
Butler Wang took out some masks.
"What are these?" Lin Xuan asked, puzzled.
Butler Wang smiled, "Gas masks."
Lin Xuan nodded in approval, "Not bad, quite well prepared."
"Oh, right, Butler Wang, remember not to tell Su Hua about this," Lin Xuan instructed. He wanted to maintain a good image in front of his beloved woman.
Such matters were really damaging to his image.
"Rest assured, Master Lin, I will." Butler Wang nodded with a smile.
"Oh, Master Lin, I'll go with you,"
Butler Wang's eyes gleamed with excitement.
For Master Lin to play a prank on someone, how could he miss such an occasion?
"Are you sure you want to go?" Lin Xuan gave Butler Wang a suspicious look.
"Yes, Master Lin. Missy instructed me to protect you well. Since you're going out, I naturally should follow." Butler Wang said with a slight smile.
"Fine, let's go together then," Lin Xuan didn’t call him out.
A group of people marched towards Wang Ge's residence.
Wang Ge hadn't slept all night, carrying a heavy set of dark circles under his eyes.
He had been anxious the whole night, fearing that the other party would force him to fulfill his promise.
At around nine in the morning,
Wang Ge was still lying in bed. In his heart, he continued to recite, the other person was only threatening him, they wouldn’t really come, it wasn’t possible.
More than ten hours had passed, the other person hadn’t come to find him, they wouldn’t come back later.
Wang Ge's heart gradually calmed down.
Strong sleepiness hit him, and his consciousness gradually drifted into chaos.
"Click," his room door lock was turned.
Lin Xuan and Butler Wang and their entourage thus entered Wang Ge’s home openly.
Wearing gas masks, Lin Xuan sat on the chair in front of the computer, crossing his legs, just looking at Wang Ge.
Wang Ge was having a nice dream.
Lin Xuan flicked over a marble.
Wang Ge jumped up like a spring-loaded toy. "Who, who hit me?"
When he opened his eyes, a room full of people wearing gas masks came into view.
Sharp fear surged in Wang Ge's heart.
"Who are you?" Wang Ge said trembling, "You know, forcing your way into someone’s home is illegal!"
Lin Xuan’s lips curled into a smile, his voice calm and eerie, "For your information, I’m the one you chatted with last night."
Wang Ge was a bit dazed, his brain struggling to catch up.
The one you chatted with? What person? He didn’t recognize him.
"To be precise, the one you chatted with on Weibo last night," Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
Wang Ge's face turned white in an instant.
It was him!
"I came today to hold you to your promise,"
Lin Xuan pointed to the four white transparent jars, "Look, I've already prepared the props. Get ready and fulfill your promise."
Wang Ge stared at the contents inside the jars, feeling like throwing up.
"Eugh." He couldn’t help but retch.
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow, "From the look of it, you haven’t had breakfast yet. That’s perfect, these will be your breakfast."
Wang Ge clenched his fists, "I won’t eat it, so what can you do to me?" Such disgusting things, he would never eat them!
The bodyguards, with perfect timing, took out a knife from their bodies.
Wang Ge swallowed nervously.
"Don't be afraid," Lin Xuan smiled, "We won't kill you. At most, we’ll cut off your tongue, chop off your legs, and cut off your arms, leaving you barely alive as a cripple."
Wang Ge was almost scared out of his pants.
Even Butler Wang’s arms were covered in goosebumps.
Master Lin was really ruthless.
"You know, I'm a hacker, I have plenty of ways to hack into these security cameras, the police won’t find me," Lin Xuan said slowly.
"I’ll eat!"
"I’ll eat!"
Wang Ge shouted.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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?!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
