Wang Fu said, "That was just me being careless for a moment, giving you a chance to take advantage. This time, you won’t have the opportunity to sneak attack."
A wave of worry rose in Jiang Yutong’s heart.
This Wang Fu had trained in martial arts—could Lin Xuan really defeat him?
What if she couldn’t escape and ended up dragging him down?
Wang Fu sneered and spoke again, "I’m in a good mood today. If you leave now and don’t ruin my fun, I might just let you go."
"You don’t need to let me go," Lin Xuan chuckled. "Mr. Wang, have you ever heard an old saying?"
"It goes like this: 'The more you talk, the sooner you die.' I think you should hurry up and act instead of wasting words. Don’t you agree?"
"Fine, fine, fine!" Wang Fu laughed in anger. "Since you refuse the easy way and choose the hard way, don’t blame me."
"Even if you kneel and beg for mercy now, I won’t spare you."
Wang Fu’s body was packed with muscle.
He swung his fist, aiming straight for Lin Xuan’s face.
Lin Xuan casually glanced at him, and just as the punch was about to connect, he sidestepped.
Dodging Wang Fu’s strike, he reached out and seized Wang Fu’s wrist.
No matter how hard Wang Fu struggled, Lin Xuan’s grip was like an iron vise, locking him in place, rendering him powerless.
Wang Fu’s expression twisted in shock.
This man had terrifying strength—he wasn’t ordinary.
The thought had barely formed when Lin Xuan lifted his foot and kicked Wang Fu square in the chest, sending him crashing into the edge of a table.
"Ah—!"
Wang Fu’s back slammed against the sharp corner, and he let out a howl of pain.
Jiang Yutong froze, staring at Lin Xuan in disbelief.
He looked so lean—how was he this strong?
If Lin Xuan knew what she was thinking, he’d protest in outrage.
Why did everyone assume he was some scrawny weakling?
He was the definition of "lean in clothes, built underneath."
But proving it? No way.
Only Hua had the privilege of seeing him without layers.
Under Jiang Yutong’s stunned gaze, Lin Xuan grabbed Wang Fu’s collar with one hand and lifted him effortlessly.
"This—"
Jiang Yutong’s eyes widened further.
Wang Fu had to weigh at least 170 or 180 pounds—yet this man was holding him up with one hand like it was nothing.
Lin Xuan spun Wang Fu around a few times, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he hurled Wang Fu across the room.
Wang Fu flew like a ragdoll, crashing into the wall with a heavy thud.
"Cough, cough—" Wang Fu clutched his chest, hacking violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"So? Still think I’m a weakling?" Lin Xuan smirked, his tone taunting.
Wang Fu looked up at him, terror in his eyes.
How was he this powerful?
He’d never seen anyone with such monstrous strength.
This man was beyond his ability to handle.
Wang Fu was terrified.
Gritting through the pain, he dropped to his knees with a loud thump.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry!"
He kowtowed frantically. "I was blind! I didn’t know how strong you were!"
"You want Jiang Yutong? Take her! I won’t interfere. Do whatever you want with her—I’ll even give you the room!"
Lin Xuan rolled up his sleeves leisurely.
Hearing Wang Fu’s pleas, he lifted an eyebrow. "Too late for mercy now."
He was just getting started—why stop?
Lin Xuan strode forward, grabbing Wang Fu by the collar again.
Wang Fu trembled. "I-I warn you, if anything happens to me, the police will arrest you! You’ll rot in jail!"
Jiang Yutong’s voice cut in, cold and firm. "Go ahead. Don’t worry—I’ll make sure nothing happens to you."
The Jiang family would never let him face consequences for this.
"Hear that?" Lin Xuan grinned. "No consequences. Get ready to be my punching bag, Wang Fu."
His fists flew, pummeling Wang Fu relentlessly.
Thud after thud echoed through the room, punctuated by Wang Fu’s agonized screams.
He tried to collapse, but Lin Xuan wouldn’t let him fall—keeping him upright like a human punching bag.
Jiang Yutong forgot her earlier humiliation, watching Lin Xuan’s brutal beatdown with fierce satisfaction.
This was justice.
Absolutely brutal—and utterly deserved.
Meanwhile, Sister Wang couldn’t shake Xiao Li’s words from her mind.
If what Xiao Li said was true, Lin Xuan had gone to rescue someone.
But with his slender frame—could he really handle it?
Uneasy, she hurried to the private room. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard muffled thumps—fists striking flesh, bodies hitting walls, and pained cries.
Oh no.
This was bad.
The man who’d brought the woman was built like a tank, while Lin Xuan was lean and wiry. There was no way he could win.
Lin Xuan was the CEO of Tianmu Group, a celebrated tech genius—if something happened to him here, the fallout would be catastrophic. The hotel would be dragged into the scandal.
Without hesitation, Sister Wang called the police and summoned security.
Xiao Li rushed over as soon as she got the news.
"Sister Wang, what do we do?" she fretted, pacing anxiously.
Lin Xuan’s handsome face—what if it got bruised? The thought alone was heartbreaking.
She’d been so starstruck seeing him in person that she’d forgotten to ensure his safety!
"It’ll be fine, Xiao Li. Don’t worry," Sister Wang reassured, though her voice lacked conviction.
How could Lin Xuan possibly win against that brute?
When the security team arrived, Sister Wang swiped the hotel’s master key.
The door clicked open.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
