"Not right," another person shook his head.
"What's not right?" his accomplice asked in confusion.
The man replied, "It's impossible that he's alone. It's too suspicious. Why wouldn’t Boss Su send more people to protect him?"
The accomplice frowned. "You mean this might be a trap?"
"Exactly," the man nodded. "They probably think hiding forever isn’t a long-term solution, so they set up this trap. Don’t be fooled—even though he looks alone, there must be people hiding all around."
His voice was firm. "They’re doing this to lure us out and wipe us out in one go. We can’t fall for it. We should observe a little longer and gather more people first."
"Makes sense," the accomplice agreed with a nod.
They unanimously decided not to act against Lin Xuan yet, opting instead to watch and prepare.
Lin Xuan knew they wouldn’t buy it so easily.
He deliberately arranged to meet Wang Dahe at a hotel.
"Yo, Xuan," Wang Dahe said with surprise. "Aren’t you supposed to be with Boss Su? What brings you out today?"
They used to hang out often, but ever since Lin Xuan got together with Boss Su, he’d practically forgotten about his old friend. Wang Dahe had invited him out plenty of times, but Lin Xuan rarely agreed.
Thinking of something, Wang Dahe asked with interest, "Xuan, be honest—did you and Boss Su have a fight? Are you two in a cold war now?"
Lin Xuan’s eyes flicked toward the men watching him from the next table.
"You’re overthinking it. Hua and I are doing great—why would we fight?" Lin Xuan picked up his glass and said, "She’s on a business trip. Lately, she’s been into this ‘dark room’ game. I sneaked out today."
The men from Shang nodded.
So he snuck out—that’s why there’s no one protecting him.
If that’s the case, then this was perfect.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
One of them stepped out with his phone. "Gather the men. Send people to the location I’m giving you. Set up an ambush. The moment Lin Xuan shows up, grab him."
Even though Lin Xuan was alone, they weren’t taking any chances. They’d send more people to be safe.
If they missed this chance, who knew when they’d get another shot?
Honestly, Lin Xuan was an idiot. Last time they tried to grab him, they failed—yet here he was, wandering around alone again.
Hah.
He really had no sense of self-preservation.
Inside the hotel—
Wang Dahe gave Lin Xuan a deadpan look. "Xuan, you really don’t have to share the details of your and Boss Su’s… activities with me."
He didn’t need the secondhand embarrassment.
Lin Xuan raised a brow. "You could always get a girlfriend yourself. Then you wouldn’t be so jealous of my life with Hua."
"Oh, wait," Lin Xuan added, as if just remembering, "You’re still recovering from that heartbreak. PTSD from women, right? Probably not in the mood for dating yet."
Wang Dahe: "..."
This guy was doing it on purpose. Absolutely.
"Xuan," Wang Dahe glared, "You know that smug look of yours is just begging for a punch, right?"
It was only because he had a good temper that he didn’t start anything.
But…
His fists were itching.
If he wasn’t afraid of Boss Su coming after him, he’d have decked this bastard already.
Lin Xuan smirked. "Anyone who wants to try me is welcome to."
Wang Dahe choked.
Boss Su adored Lin Xuan. She’d assigned him a small army of bodyguards. No one could lay a finger on him.
"Ugh."
Wang Dahe sighed.
Why couldn’t he meet a girl like Boss Su?
Lin Xuan took a sip of his drink, glancing at Wang Dahe. "What’s with the sigh?"
"Xuan," Wang Dahe asked curiously, "How did you make Boss Su fall for you?"
"You want to learn?" Lin Xuan arched an eyebrow.
"Yes, yes!" Wang Dahe nodded eagerly. "Xuan, teach me!"
Of course he wanted to learn!
He’d been single his whole life. The one time he finally got into a relationship, the girl was just after his money. Then she ditched him the second she met someone richer—Lin Xuan.
Meanwhile, a woman as incredible as Boss Su was head over heels for Xuan.
If he could learn Xuan’s tricks, he wouldn’t have to worry about finding a genuine girlfriend.
Lin Xuan said, "Don’t bother. You can’t learn it."
"Listen, I may not have many talents, but I’m a fast learner. Just tell me—I’ll get it!" Wang Dahe thumped his chest.
Lin Xuan: "I didn’t do anything."
Wang Dahe rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right."
How could he have done nothing?
Even as a brush-off, that was weak.
"I’m serious. Hua fell for me at first sight," Lin Xuan said earnestly.
From what he remembered now (though he suspected they might have met during his lost memories), Hua had been instantly smitten.
"They say love at first sight is just lust. So, my friend, you’re out of luck," Lin Xuan added.
Wang Dahe: "..."
If that was true, then yeah—he was screwed.
Damn it!
Wang Dahe gritted his teeth, glaring at Lin Xuan.
How was Xuan this lucky?
He had talent, looks, and now an insanely powerful girlfriend?
Life wasn’t fair.
Lin Xuan checked his watch. Time was up.
He waved. "Waiter, the bill."
The waiter approached. "Sir, your total is 4,500."
Wang Dahe leaned back, legs crossed. If he were paying, he’d never eat somewhere this fancy.
Having a rich best friend had its perks.
"Here." Lin Xuan handed over a card.
The waiter returned shortly, bowing as he returned it. "Sir, your card."
Lin Xuan stuffed it carelessly into his pocket.
"I’m done. Heading back," he said.
"Xuan, it’s been over two weeks since we last met, and you’re leaving already?" Wang Dahe frowned.
Lin Xuan shrugged. "Can’t help it. I sneaked out. If Hua finds me missing, she’ll be pissed."
Wang Dahe ground his teeth.
Priorities! This guy had them all wrong.
Lin Xuan stood to leave.
Wang Dahe wiped his mouth with a napkin and hurried after him. "Wait, Xuan—give me a ride."
Lin Xuan: "I drove a sports car."
Wang Dahe blinked. "And?"
Lin Xuan: "It only fits two. The passenger seat is Hua’s spot."
Meaning: No room for you, Wang Dahe.
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.”
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
