"Leader Lin, shall we continue the competition?" Su Hua said.
Lin Xuan took a deep breath.
"Alright, let's proceed."
He frowned slightly, glancing at Su Hua.
This "Midnight Rose" kept giving him the strange feeling that she resembled his beloved Hua Bao. Even her tone of voice bore a faint similarity.
But Midnight Rose wore a half-mask, and the lower half of her exposed face didn’t match Hua Bao’s. Her voice, too, was entirely different…
It must just be his imagination. There was no way she could be Hua Bao.
Right now, he wasn’t Lin Xuan—he was wearing another face.
Hua Bao would never flirt with any man other than him.
The resemblance was just an illusion.
Lin Xuan averted his gaze and focused on the competition.
A member of the Midnight Rose placed an orange on top of his head.
He stood fifty meters away from Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan noted the man’s height and the position of the orange before putting on a blindfold.
The entire crowd fell silent, motionless.
Only the sound of footsteps from the man carrying the orange reached Lin Xuan’s ears. He held his breath, listening intently.
Bang!
The bullet shot from the barrel, cutting through the air before striking the orange dead center.
Clap, clap, clap—
Su Hua applauded.
She walked up to Lin Xuan. "Leader Lin’s marksmanship is truly impressive."
Lin Xuan removed the blindfold. "You flatter me."
As Su Hua approached, Lin Xuan took a few steps back, maintaining a deliberate distance.
Su Hua’s lips curled slightly.
Ah Xuan is so well-behaved, keeping his distance from other women.
"It seems Leader Lin is truly devoted to your lover. I would have thought a man of your status would have many admirers."
Su Hua raised an eyebrow. "I wonder what kind of spell your lover cast to keep your heart so firmly in her grasp."
"She didn’t cast any spell. I love her, that’s all."
At the mention of Su Hua, the coldness in Lin Xuan’s eyes softened slightly. He continued, "She is the most extraordinary woman in the world. No one else can compare."
"If you love someone, you give them your whole heart."
Lin Xuan spoke with absolute sincerity. "So, Leader of the Midnight Rose, I will never entertain any ambiguity with another woman."
Hearing his words, Su Hua couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at her crimson lips.
"Leader Lin, let’s continue," she said.
Whispers broke out among the Midnight Rose members.
"What’s going on? Our usually icy leader is looking at the Golden Dragon Gang’s leader with such warmth?"
"Yeah, it’s like her gaze is practically melting when she looks at him!"
"Oh no, is our leader really falling for the Golden Dragon Gang’s leader?"
"Judging by her behavior today, it’s entirely possible. But this is doomed—Leader Lin is so devoted to his girlfriend. Our leader’s feelings will go unrequited."
"Ah, if only they could be together."
Previously, the Midnight Rose members had held a grudge against the Golden Dragon Gang—and its leader—for taking something from them.
But they respected strength.
Now, witnessing Lin Xuan’s prowess in martial arts and marksmanship, their hostility had faded.
The competition resumed.
Six men of similar height stood sixty meters away, each balancing an orange on their heads as they moved unpredictably.
Lin Xuan’s task: blindfolded, he had to shoot every orange.
This challenge was far more difficult than the last.
"Do you think the Golden Dragon Gang’s leader can pull this off?"
"I think so. His shooting skills are insane."
"I’m not so sure. Maybe he got lucky last time. This might be beyond even him."
Lin Xuan steadied his breathing.
The footsteps were chaotic.
He had to pinpoint their positions purely by sound.
Ten seconds passed.
Then fifteen.
Lin Xuan remained motionless.
Two of his subordinates exchanged worried glances.
"Could the boss actually fail this time?"
"It’s been so long, and he hasn’t fired. Maybe he can’t track them…"
This was nearly impossible.
Even without a blindfold, hitting moving targets at this distance would be a miracle.
Wang Ba, however, remained relaxed. "Just watch. The boss won’t fail."
Their leader never took on a challenge he couldn’t win.
And Wang Ba had absolute faith in his abilities.
Another ten seconds ticked by.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Six shots rang out in rapid succession.
Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, every single bullet struck its mark.
The Midnight Rose members erupted.
"This is unreal! He didn’t even hesitate—just fired six perfect shots in a row! What kind of marksmanship is this?"
"Good heavens! The rumors about the Golden Dragon Gang’s leader being on par with our leader weren’t exaggerated at all!"
Their jaws practically hit the floor.
Meanwhile, the Golden Dragon Gang members felt like they’d been slapped in the face.
Damn it!
They should’ve known better than to doubt their leader. Every time they did, they ended up humiliated.
And this time, the sting was especially sharp.
Jiang Qing stood frozen.
Where did Young Master Lin find someone this skilled to impersonate him?
This level of ability is terrifying.
Su Hua’s lips curved faintly.
My Ah Xuan is amazing.
"Leader of the Midnight Rose, your turn," Lin Xuan said impassively.
"Mm." Su Hua nodded.
She, too, put on a blindfold.
The first round, she hit the orange effortlessly.
For the second, six men moved unpredictably again.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Five shots found their targets.
The Midnight Rose members knew their leader’s skill well.
Hitting these oranges was well within her capabilities—though perhaps not as swiftly as Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan’s brow furrowed.
This Midnight Rose was formidable. Defeating her wouldn’t be easy.
Then came the sixth shot.
Su Hua smiled to herself.
If she wanted to avoid conflict with the Golden Dragon Gang, she had to let Ah Xuan win.
She pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The bullet flew—but instead of striking the orange, it grazed past it.
"Our leader missed?!"
"How is that possible? She’s never made a mistake before!"
"This is bizarre. Completely bizarre."
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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?"
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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.”
