Lin Li sensed the danger and immediately turned to run back to his car.
Just as his hand touched the car door handle, a bodyguard kicked him from behind, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"Trying to run? Don’t even think about it!"
Sitting on the ground, Lin Li glared at them, gritting his teeth. "Who the hell are you? What do you want?"
"Who we are isn’t something you need to know."
The bodyguards wasted no time on further words. One of them swiftly pulled a burlap sack over Lin Li’s head.
"Let me go!"
"Help! Someone help!"
Lin Li struggled violently, shouting at the top of his lungs.
One of the bodyguards frowned and asked, "Do we have tape or a rag or something?"
"No," another replied, shaking his head.
None of them wanted to tear their own clothes to gag him, so one simply delivered a sharp chop to the back of Lin Li’s neck, knocking him unconscious.
Before darkness took him, despair flashed in Lin Li’s eyes.
His mind replayed scenes from the two previous times he’d been locked in a basement and tortured—each experience worse than death.
He never wanted to go through that again.
He should have hired bodyguards, but he was broke now. He couldn’t afford any.
Was he really about to endure that unbearable agony once more?
The first time, they’d forced him to drink a potion that rendered him a eunuch.
The second time, they’d ripped out his fingernails and toenails.
So what would they do to him this time?
After Lin Li passed out, the bodyguards dragged him into the trunk of a car.
Then, they called Feng Weimin.
Feng Weimin listened to the report on the other end of the line and nodded. "Good. Understood."
He hung up.
"Dad, who was that? Someone from the company?"
Feng Yaya was sulking as she picked at the bland meal in front of her—plain boiled greens, hard-boiled eggs, and tasteless chicken breast.
It was disgusting.
If not for her determination to become someone worthy of Lin Xuan—to make him notice her—she wouldn’t be forcing this down.
Feng Weimin answered, "Yaya, my secretary just called. They’ve captured Lin Li."
"So soon?" Feng Yaya’s eyes lit up.
Feng Weimin nodded. "Didn’t you say you wanted to teach him a lesson yourself? Still interested?"
"Absolutely." Feng Yaya’s gaze darkened.
If Lin Li dared to scheme against her, he’d better be ready to face the consequences.
She wasn’t someone to be trifled with!
Meanwhile, Su Hua had people keeping tabs on Lin Li. The moment something happened, Jiang Qing immediately called her—right in the middle of a heated kiss with Lin Xuan in the movie theater.
The ringing shattered the intimate moment.
Su Hua pressed the phone to her ear, her voice icy. "This better be important."
Jiang Qing shivered.
She rubbed her arms.
Damn, the boss was in a foul mood today. Had she swallowed explosives or something?
Wait.
Su Hua was with Young Master Lin Xuan. Those two were always all over each other.
If Su Hua was this pissed… had she interrupted them in the middle of—
Jiang Qing shuddered.
Disturbing Su Hua’s fun? She must have a death wish.
She rushed to explain, "Boss, you told us to monitor Lin Li and report any developments immediately, right?"
So she had a valid reason for calling.
This wasn’t her fault.
Jiang Qing continued, "I just got word—the Feng family knocked Lin Li out and stuffed him in a sack."
Su Hua’s voice remained frosty. "Unless it involves Xuan, don’t bother me with his affairs again."
She hung up.
Jiang Qing exhaled in relief.
The boss was terrifying.
Especially when her… activities were interrupted.
Even though Su Hua hadn’t punished her, Jiang Qing feared retaliation later.
Back in the theater, Lin Xuan asked curiously, "Hua, what happened to Lin Li?"
Su Hua replied, "The Feng family took him."
"No way!"
Lin Xuan stroked his chin, intrigued. "After all the lies he fed them, Lin Li’s in for a world of pain."
He smirked. "This’ll be fun to watch."
Then he turned to Su Hua. "Hey, Hua, can your people record whatever the Fengs do to him?"
Su Hua nodded. "I’ll arrange it."
She typed out a message to Jiang Qing:
[Su Hua, the Demon Boss]: Get footage of Lin Li being tortured. Xuan wants to see it.
[Jiang Qing]: Understood, Boss.
Jiang Qing finally relaxed.
So Young Master Lin Xuan was interested in Lin Li’s suffering. If he was happy, Su Hua’s anger would fade.
Looks like she’d survive this interruption after all.
Lin Xuan really was her savior.
Lin Xuan mused, "I wonder how the Fengs will mess him up this time."
Whatever they did, he just hoped they didn’t kill Lin Li outright.
That would ruin his entertainment.
Seeing Lin Xuan’s eager expression, Su Hua’s cold aura vanished completely.
As long as Xuan was happy.
"Hua." Su Hua leaned closer, her voice low. "Jiang Qing will contact us once there’s footage. Let’s finish the movie, hm?"
"Sure." Lin Xuan nodded.
Su Hua rested her head against his chest as the film played on.
The romantic leads on-screen shared passionate kisses before tumbling into bed together.
The scene cut to a shot of their clothes scattered on the floor, the rest left to the imagination.
After a while, Lin Xuan couldn’t resist stealing a glance at Su Hua’s lips under the dim theater light. He swallowed hard.
The sharp-eyed beauty noticed instantly. A smirk curled her lips as she whispered in his ear, "If you want me, Xuan, I’ll gladly oblige."
Truthfully, she wanted him too.
Su Hua tilted her head up, pulling Lin Xuan down into another deep kiss.
Meanwhile, Lin Li found himself in a familiar nightmare—dragged into yet another basement.
He remained unconscious until Feng Yaya arrived.
Lin Xuan and Su Hua had already returned to Night Garden. The live feed from the basement streamed directly to Su Hua’s phone.
She had the staff project it onto the TV.
Su Hua remembered Feng Yaya all too well.
Lin Li’s bride-to-be.
The same woman who’d once set her sights on Xuan.
Su Hua’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
Lin Xuan, however, sounded thrilled. "Here we go. It’s starting."
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
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?"
