Wang Ba looked utterly puzzled. "Since when did you two become so efficient?"
Cheng Er scratched his head and grinned sheepishly. "Isn't this the result of the Gang Leader's strict training?"
"Cheng Da, Cheng Er, since you’ve been by the Gang Leader's side, you must know about his relationship with Su Hua, right?" Wang Ba couldn’t help but ask. "How are things between them?"
Cheng Er replied, "Their relationship is rock-solid. Don’t worry, Second Master, our Gang Leader’s position as the main man is secure."
"That’s good, that’s good."
Wang Ba let out a sigh of relief.
He had thought Su Hua was just toying with their Gang Leader.
As long as this financial backer didn’t slip away, everything was fine.
The sack was pulled off Lin Chang’s head.
Lin Chang was still unconscious.
A bucket of water splashed over him.
Lin Chang jolted awake.
The first person he saw was Lin Xuan.
"Lin Xuan," Lin Chang’s eyes widened. "What are you doing here?"
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow, remaining seated in his chair without a word.
Lin Chang glanced around, and his gaze suddenly froze when it landed on Lin Li.
"Li'er!"
Seeing Lin Li tied to a pillar, beaten bloody and bruised, Lin Chang’s pupils constricted violently.
"Dad, save me," Lin Li pleaded weakly.
"Lin Xuan, did you do this?"
Lin Chang roared, "How dare you treat your own brother like this? I order you to release him immediately!"
Lin Xuan smirked coldly. "Lin Chang, this is my turf. Who gave you the audacity to come here and bark at me?"
"Lin Xuan, I am your father!" Lin Chang’s face turned livid with rage.
"Not anymore," Lin Xuan sneered.
"You ungrateful bastard!" Lin Chang’s chest heaved violently as he clenched his fists and charged at Lin Xuan. "I’ll kill you, you traitor!"
Before Lin Chang could reach him, Lin Xuan kicked him square in the chest, sending him flying backward.
With a loud thud, Lin Chang crashed onto the ground.
A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips.
"I told you, this is my territory. Why won’t you listen?"
Lin Xuan walked over and pressed his foot against Lin Chang’s face. "I suggest you stop calling yourself my father. After all, we’ve already severed ties."
"Lin Chang, do you know how long I’ve endured you? Since I can’t destroy your company right away, I’ll settle for beating you up first to vent my anger."
"Lin Xuan, what do you want?" Lin Chang clutched his chest, staring at him in terror.
Lin Xuan grinned.
Grabbing Lin Chang’s collar, he slapped him repeatedly across the face.
"Lin Xuan, how dare you treat me like this?" Lin Chang gritted his teeth.
"And what if I do?" Lin Xuan’s expression was icy. "After years of humiliation from your family, and you letting Lin Li hurt me, in this life, I’m here for revenge."
"Lin Chang, I’ll bankrupt your family and make you experience what it’s like to starve and be looked down upon by everyone."
He would make them suffer everything he had endured.
Lin Li and Qin Ruoyao were inseparable in their past life, weren’t they?
He would make them turn on each other.
As for the Lin family, he’d reduce them to poverty. For people accustomed to luxury, being forced into hard labor just to scrape by would be worse than death.
Seeing the look in Lin Xuan’s eyes, Lin Chang felt a surge of fear.
Lin Xuan no longer saw him as a father!
The obedient son from before was gone—this was a completely different person.
What had turned Lin Xuan into this monster?
"Tie Lin Chang to the pillar, just like Lin Li," Lin Xuan ordered.
"Yes, sir."
Lin Xuan sat back in his chair and let Wang Ba take over the beating.
As Lin Chang’s screams filled the air, Lin Xuan felt no pity—only satisfaction.
After three hours of torture, Lin Xuan received a message from Su Hua.
[My Hua]: Xuan, where are you? I’ll pick you up after work.
Reading the message, Lin Xuan lost interest in tormenting them. He had to go back to see his beloved Hua.
"Pull out their nails and dump them at the Lin family’s doorstep," Lin Xuan commanded.
"Yes, sir."
Wang Ba and his men loaded Lin Li and Lin Chang into a black van, drove to the Lin family villa, and unceremoniously dumped them at the entrance before speeding off.
A guard stepped out curiously, only to recoil in horror at the sight of two bloodied figures.
"Ah—!"
He stumbled back in shock.
Lin Qingwan, who had just returned to retrieve some documents, stopped her car when she saw the commotion.
"Dad! Li'er!" Recognizing them, her pupils shrank in disbelief.
Lin Li and Lin Chang were too severely injured to move carelessly.
Hands trembling, Lin Qingwan dialed for an ambulance.
The paramedics arrived quickly and whisked them away.
"Doctor, how are my father and brother?" Lin Qingwan anxiously asked after the initial treatment.
The doctor reassured her, "Don’t worry, they only sustained superficial injuries. With proper care and rest, they’ll recover in no time."
"That’s a relief," Lin Qingwan exhaled.
"Miss, about your brother…" The doctor hesitated.
Lin Qingwan frowned. "What about him?"
"Never mind."
The doctor shook his head.
Given the state of her brother, she must already know.
Best not to reopen old wounds.
Lin Li and Lin Chang shared a hospital room.
Lin Qingwan, Lin Qingyan, and Lin Qingxiu kept vigil by their bedsides.
Lin Chang and Lin Li woke up almost simultaneously.
Lin Li, terrified that his family might discover his secret, nervously studied his sisters’ expressions.
Seeing no unusual reactions, he relaxed slightly.
They didn’t know yet.
But…
Lin Li clenched his fists.
Lin Xuan knew. He even had photos. At any moment, Lin Xuan could expose him.
It was a ticking time bomb!
"Dad, who did this to you?" Lin Qingwan asked.
Lin Chang’s face twisted with fury. "That traitor Lin Xuan!"
"What?"
Lin Qingwan froze.
Her first instinct was disbelief.
No matter how much Lin Xuan resented the family, he wouldn’t harm his own flesh and blood.
"It was him!" Lin Chang spat through gritted teeth. "He tortured me and Li'er mercilessly!"
In all his years, he had never suffered such humiliation.
And the one who inflicted it was his own son!

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

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?"

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."

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.”