Butler Wang pulled Lei Hui aside, "Mr. Lei, let’s step back for now."
Lei Hui frowned. "If we hide, what about the boss?"
A layer of worry clouded his expression.
These ten men, each one of them looked strong and intimidating—hardly easy to deal with.
The boss wouldn’t stand a chance against them.
He couldn’t afford to let anything happen to the boss. That brilliant mind of his—if he got hurt, it would be a huge loss for the company!
Besides, the boss was his benefactor.
Butler Wang chuckled in response. "Don’t worry. These men are no match for Young Master Lin. We just need to sit back and enjoy the show."
"Even if the boss is skilled, with so many of them, he’s bound to get hurt, isn’t he?" Lei Hui pressed, his brows still knitted.
"You’ll see soon enough."
Seeing Lei Hui hesitate, Butler Wang worried he might interfere and disrupt Lin Xuan’s performance.
Without another word, he hoisted Lei Hui over his shoulder and carried him away.
Lei Hui: "!!!"
Butler Wang looked old, frail, and refined—how could he effortlessly lift a grown man like him, weighing over 150 pounds?!
Old Liu noticed the people around Lin Xuan had all retreated to a distance.
Assuming they were scared and keeping their distance, he sneered.
"Lin Xuan, see that? Even the people you hired to protect you are afraid of us. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll surrender quietly and let us finish the job. That way, you might suffer less."
Lin Xuan scoffed. "Ever heard the saying ‘villains die from talking too much’? I suggest you save your breath and just come at me."
The sooner this was over, the sooner he could go back to Hua.
Old Liu, his face still swollen like a pig’s head from earlier, stepped forward.
"Just you?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "Let me give you some friendly advice—you’d better all come at once."
Whether it was one man or a whole group, the outcome would be the same: a brutal beating.
But at least this way, they’d have company in their misery, right?
Old Liu smirked confidently. "No need for the others. I alone am more than enough to deal with you."
"Then come on." Lin Xuan leisurely rolled up his sleeves.
"Yah—!"
Old Liu swung his fist and charged at Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan simply watched him, unmoving.
Only when Old Liu was inches away did he finally react—lifting a foot lazily and tripping him.
Thud!
Old Liu crashed face-first into the ground, eating dirt.
When he lifted his head, his already bruised face was now streaked with two lines of blood from his nose.
The sight was downright pitiful.
"Pfft—!"
Lei Hui and the others couldn’t help but burst into laughter at Old Liu’s state.
Old Liu gritted his teeth. "Don’t celebrate yet! That was just a fluke!"
Damn it!
First, Lin Xuan made him believe there was a ghost, and now he’d made him faceplant in front of everyone.
This wasn’t over!
"If you want revenge, then keep coming." Lin Xuan taunted.
He’d expected these men to have some skill, but they were disappointingly weak.
At least the haunted house prank had been fun. Now, this would serve as a little extra entertainment.
Old Wang and the rest of the Black Snake Gang assumed Old Liu’s fall was just bad luck.
"Raaah—!"
Old Liu scrambled up and threw another punch at Lin Xuan, this time with all his might.
His muscular frame tensed, veins bulging as his shirt strained against his swelling muscles.
Lei Hui’s heart clenched for Lin Xuan.
This brute was terrifying—could the boss really handle him?
Meanwhile, Old Wang leaned back, smirking.
Old Liu was the strongest in their gang. There was no way Lin Xuan could withstand his strength.
Hmph. Lin Xuan’s done for.
Daring to play ghost and scare them? He brought this on himself.
"Yaaah—!"
Old Liu’s fist shot toward Lin Xuan’s nose, the force of it whipping up a gust of wind.
Just ten centimeters away—
Lin Xuan raised a hand and caught the punch mid-air.
Old Liu sneered. "With that scrawny body of yours, you think one hand can stop my punch? Ridiculous!"
Lin Xuan smirked. "Why don’t we find out?"
"Kid, arrogance isn’t a virtue," Old Liu spat. "I’ll teach you what happens when you get too cocky."
With that, he gathered his strength again, muscles bulging as he pushed his fist forward with all his might.
But soon, his expression twisted in shock.
What the—?
No matter how hard he strained, his fist wouldn’t budge an inch. Meanwhile, Lin Xuan looked completely at ease!
Could Lin Xuan really be stronger than him?!
The two remained locked in a stalemate.
Old Wang and the others frowned.
"Old Liu!" Old Wang barked. "Hurry up and finish him! He’s probably stalling for time—might’ve even called the cops already. Let’s wrap this up!"
Old Liu pushed harder, veins popping on his forehead, sweat pouring down his face.
But it was useless.
He couldn't move forward an inch!
Lin Xuan still wore a faint smile at the corner of his lips, not a single drop of sweat on him.
He looked completely at ease, as if handling nothing more than a piece of cotton.
Could it be that Lin Xuan’s strength far surpassed his own?
Lin Xuan had no patience to keep playing around with Old Liu. Suddenly, he stepped forward, closing in on Old Liu’s arm.
With a sharp twist—
"Ahhhh—!" A piercing scream tore from Old Liu’s throat.
Then, Lin Xuan lifted his foot and kicked hard against Old Liu’s chest.
Old Liu’s body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, slamming heavily into the wall before crumpling to the ground.
"Cough—cough—!"
Clutching his chest, Old Liu coughed violently, his face twisted in pain.
"Pfft—" Moments later, a mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips.
"This…"
Old Wang stared at Lin Xuan, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Wasn’t Lin Xuan just an ordinary entrepreneur—a student, at that? How could he be this formidable?
Even his strength surpassed Old Liu’s?
Lei Hui was equally stunned, his jaw hanging so wide it could’ve fit an entire duck egg.
"Butler Wang… our boss is this strong?" Lei Hui muttered in a daze.
To possess such business acumen, computer genius, and now martial prowess?
Good heavens, was he even human?
Butler Wang smiled and nodded.
The man their young mistress had set her heart on—of course he was extraordinary.
Lin Xuan raised a brow. "Now, will you all come at me together?"
Old Liu clenched his fists.
Old Liu had been their strongest fighter.
If even he was no match for Lin Xuan, none of them stood a chance alone. They had no choice but to attack together.

ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!

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.”

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!