They had expected to see Lin Xuan getting brutally beaten by that man, his handsome face swollen and bruised.
Instead, what met their eyes was Wang Fu’s face, swollen like a pig’s head, with blood trickling from his nose and mouth.
The area around his eyes was so puffed up that only a slit remained visible.
As for Lin Xuan? He stood unharmed, without a single scratch.
And Jiang Yutong?
"Beat him up, sir! Don’t let him go!" She stood on the bed, clutching the torn part of her shoulder, cheering Lin Xuan on.
This bizarre scene left everyone who had barged in to rescue Lin Xuan and Jiang Yutong utterly stunned.
They exchanged glances.
They must have entered the wrong way!
That had to be it!
With that thought, they retreated from the room, swiped the card again, and re-entered—only to witness the same scene!
The security guard froze. "Sister Wang, didn’t you say Lin Xuan would be the one getting beaten up? This is the complete opposite!"
Sister Wang stayed silent.
Xiao Li’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Ahhhh!
Lin Xuan was so incredibly cool!
Not only was he a genius in business and computers, but his combat skills were also off the charts!
A true all-rounder!
The two security guards also looked at Lin Xuan with admiration—his moves were impressive!
Even Sister Wang was dumbfounded.
She had assumed Lin Xuan would be the one suffering, but it turned out he was the one making Wang Fu howl in pain.
You really can’t judge a book by its cover.
Lin Xuan and Jiang Yutong were aware of the newcomers but paid them no mind. The beating continued, and the cheering went on as before.
Wang Fu saw the people entering.
A glimmer of hope flickered in his desperate eyes.
Thank goodness, someone was here—he was saved.
"Help me, please help me," Wang Fu begged.
Get him away from this man.
This man was terrifying beyond words.
If Lin Xuan kept hitting him like this, he would die.
To his shock, Xiao Li walked over, shut the door, and joined the cheering squad.
"Go, Lin Xuan! Beat him up!"
"Ahhh, so cool, so cool!"
"Harder, hit him harder!"
Xiao Li jumped around excitedly.
Sister Wang, being older and more composed, remained outwardly calm but inwardly rooted for Lin Xuan.
Admittedly,
watching Lin Xuan dish out the punishment was oddly satisfying.
As for the two security guards, they were busy studying and mimicking Lin Xuan’s moves.
None of the four had any intention of helping Wang Fu.
Despair filled Wang Fu’s eyes.
Was this really the end for him?
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—"
Lin Xuan kept punching Wang Fu relentlessly.
After ten minutes of abuse, Wang Fu felt pain all over his body.
It hurt so much—death might have been easier...
Two more minutes passed, and Lin Xuan delivered another kick to Wang Fu’s chest, sending him flying through the air before crashing onto the floor.
The impact made the floor tremble.
Wang Fu lay there, barely alive.
Lin Xuan walked up to him and raised an eyebrow. "So? How does it feel? Still think I’m some weakling?"
Sister Wang recalled her earlier assumption and shook her head vigorously.
If Lin Xuan was "weak," then others couldn’t even crush an ant.
"N-no…"
Wang Fu lay on the ground, trembling and weak. "P-please… let me go… I’ll n-never dare again."
He truly wouldn’t.
Had he known Jiang Yutong had such a terrifying man protecting her, he would never have laid a finger on her.
Lin Xuan crouched in front of Wang Fu, suddenly reminded of the time when Su Hua got drunk and a man tried to harass her.
"Wang Fu, you like forcing yourself on women, don’t you?"
Lin Xuan’s voice was icy, sending chills down everyone’s spine.
Wang Fu shuddered, a dreadful premonition rising in his heart.
What was he planning?
Lin Xuan pressed a pressure point on Wang Fu’s body, paralyzing him completely—only his mouth could move.
Fear returned to Wang Fu’s eyes.
"W-what are you doing?"
Lin Xuan smirked, stood up, and placed one foot directly between Wang Fu’s legs.
"What am I doing?" Lin Xuan tilted his head. "Since you enjoy forcing women, I think you don’t need this part anymore. Don’t you agree?"
"The world could use one more eunuch. Sounds good to me."
Without giving Wang Fu time to react, Lin Xuan stomped down hard—and twisted his foot.
"AAAAAHHHHH—" Wang Fu’s agonized scream pierced the air.
His manhood—his manhood!
Before, Lin Xuan’s beatings were just physical torture. But now, destroying that? This was psychological torment too.
The two male security guards in the room instinctively crossed their legs, feeling a phantom pain.
Damn, this was brutal—actually castrating a man!
The three women in the room, however, watched with gleaming eyes, fixated on Lin Xuan’s foot.
Too bad Wang Fu was still wearing pants.
It would’ve been even more entertaining otherwise.
Lin Xuan kept grinding his foot until he felt something crunch. Only then did he lift his foot.
Wang Fu had long passed out from the pain.
Lin Xuan pressed two more points, reviving Wang Fu and restoring his mobility.
The first thing Wang Fu did upon waking was tremble as he reached down to check.
Then he realized—it was gone.
"MY MANHOOD! AAAAAHHH!" Wang Fu’s face twisted in despair.
Just days ago, he’d been online gossiping about Lin Li being exposed as a eunuch. Now, it was his turn.
Suddenly, Wang Fu glared at Lin Xuan with pure hatred.
It was all his fault!
If not for him, he would’ve succeeded—Jiang Yutong would’ve been his by now.
And he wouldn’t be in this state, reduced to a eunuch.
All because of him!
If he couldn’t have a good ending, he’d drag Lin Xuan down with him.
Wang Fu pulled a knife from his shoe—the one he’d planned to use to disfigure Jiang Yutong.
"I’ll kill you!" Gritting his teeth, he mustered all his strength and stabbed toward Lin Xuan.
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.”
] [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!"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
