Before she could even lay a finger on Lin Xuan, Su Hua grabbed her wrist with a chilling expression.
"Who do you think you are, daring to touch my little bed slave?" Su Hua's crimson lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
Little bed slave…
The moment Lin Xuan heard that term, he knew Su Hua was having another episode.
When she was lucid, unless it was for playful intimacy, she never called him that. Only during her episodes did she refer to him as her "little bed slave."
"W-what do you want?" The woman trembled, fear creeping into her voice.
"Since you dared to touch my little bed slave, I’ll make sure you never use that hand again."
Under the woman’s horrified gaze, Su Hua twisted her wrist with brutal force.
"AAAAAH—!" A blood-curdling scream tore from the woman’s throat.
Then, without hesitation, Su Hua kicked her squarely in the stomach, sending her flying like a broken kite.
Her back slammed into the sharp corner of a table, the excruciating pain radiating through her spine. She crumpled to the ground, writhing in agony.
"It hurts…" she whimpered, clutching her injured body.
"Boss, shouldn’t we stop her?" A subordinate frowned, turning to Zhao Long.
Zhao Long twirled his prayer beads, smirking. "No need. It seems Ling has completely turned against Lin Xuan. Let’s just enjoy the show."
Lin Xuan was about to face Su Hua’s wrath—brutally.
The subordinate’s frown deepened. Something felt off about the situation.
"One more thing," Zhao Long added suddenly.
"What is it?" the subordinate asked.
Zhao Long’s voice turned icy. "Send men to eliminate Derkson and his assistant."
Now that Lin Xuan’s memories had returned, those two were no longer necessary.
And he certainly wasn’t about to let them walk away with the organization’s money.
"Understood." The subordinate immediately relayed the order.
Four assassins from the organization were dispatched to Derkson’s resting quarters.
He and his female assistant were leisurely sipping tea, oblivious to the danger.
"Professor," the assistant mused, "with three million dollars as our reward, we’ll be set for life."
"Indeed," Derkson chuckled. "As they say in Xia Country, ‘Fortune favors the bold.’ Even though this is a den of assassins, the payout makes it worth the risk."
"But, Professor…" The assistant hesitated, her brow furrowing. "Do you think they’ll really let us leave?"
"Relax," Derkson assured her. "These people value their reputation. If they promised us the money, they won’t go back on their word."
Reassured, the assistant nodded—just as the door burst open.
Four assassins strode in.
"Is there… something you need?" Derkson asked, unease prickling his skin.
One of the men tossed a heavy bag at his feet.
"Your payment, as promised."
Derkson exhaled in relief and crouched to open it. Stacks of cash gleamed before him.
His eyes lit up with greed.
Money.
So much money!
Heart pounding, he looked up. "Now that the job’s done, can we go?"
This place was suffocating—he wanted out.
"Go?"
The assassin smirked and signaled.
In an instant, the others seized Derkson and his assistant, binding them tightly.
"What are you doing?!" Derkson thrashed. "Your boss promised to let us leave! Are you breaking your word?"
"Professor Derkson," the assassin sneered, "you must’ve misheard. Our boss only agreed to pay you—not to let you walk away."
"He’s fulfilled his promise. The rest… is up to us."
Derkson’s face paled.
They were right. The deal had never included their freedom. He’d assumed the payment guaranteed it.
But they’d trapped him.
"You—you bastards—!"
A gunshot cut him off. The bullet pierced his skull, and he collapsed, lifeless.
The assistant dropped to her knees. "Please! Spare me! I’ll work for you!"
The assassin scoffed. "Orders are orders."
Another shot rang out.
The bullet tore through her eye, and she fell, motionless.
Once the assassins confirmed both were dead, they holstered their guns and turned to leave.
But halfway back, shadows lunged at them. Cloth muffled their screams before they were knocked unconscious and dragged into a hidden room.
Minutes later, four identical imposters strode into the main hall.
Inside, Su Hua had already dealt with the first woman. Now, her gaze locked onto another.
Her lips curled as she purred, "So, you’re the one who said you’d make my little bed slave beg for more?"
The woman’s legs shook violently.
"I-I’m sorry!" she begged. "I was wrong! Please, let me go!"
Su Hua laughed coldly. "Oh? But I don’t believe you."
She strode forward and delivered a series of sharp slaps—crack! crack! crack!—across the woman’s face.
The woman tried to flee, but Su Hua yanked her back effortlessly.
Terror flooded her eyes.
This woman was a monster. And with the assassins watching like spectators, no one would help her.
The slaps continued until the woman’s face was swollen and bloody, a tooth clattering to the floor. Only then did Su Hua kick her away.
The woman crashed into a table leg, the impact knocking her unconscious.
Su Hua’s gaze swept the room, landing on the next target.
The remaining women cowered, praying she wouldn’t notice them.
Then Su Hua spotted a fruit knife.
She picked it up, twirling it between her fingers, before approaching another woman.
"You boasted about your beauty, didn’t you?" Su Hua’s voice dripped venom. "Told my little bed slave to admire your face?"
These fools had dared to steal what was hers.
And for that, they’d pay.
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.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
