Lin Xuan turned and walked towards the young rich man who was still lying unconscious on the ground. The gentle look in his eyes instantly turned icy cold.
"Mr. Su," Jiang Qing stepped forward with concern, "Are you alright?"
Su Hua looked at Jiang Qing, her eyes narrowing, filled with a thick sense of killing intent.
The security team captain shivered involuntarily.
Jiang Qing also quickly took a few steps back.
Well then.
Mr. Su only remembers Young Master Lin, and still doesn’t recognize anyone else!
At this moment, Lin Xuan had already crouched down in front of the young rich man.
He pressed a pressure point on the rich man’s body, and the man woke up, still feeling unbearable pain below his waist. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
Compared to the pain he was feeling, he was even more terrified of the man standing before him.
"W-what do you want to do?" the rich man stammered, his voice trembling. "Are you with that woman? I’m telling you, you can’t do anything more to me! My father won’t let you get away with this!"
"Oh? Then let him come and deal with me!" Lin Xuan dragged the rich man into a nearby private room, leaving a trail of blood on the floor.
He didn’t plan to beat him up in public—it was too violent, and he didn’t want Su Hua to see it.
Lin Xuan closed the door.
The rich man propped himself up, scrambling backward, his eyes filled with fear, bloodshot and wide.
Lin Xuan’s fist slammed into the rich man’s nose.
The bridge of his nose shattered!
"Ahhhh—" Another agonized scream echoed.
The torment he was about to endure had only just begun.
Lin Xuan’s fists rained down on the rich man’s face and body, carefully avoiding vital areas—he wanted him to suffer, not die.
In no time, the rich man’s face was swollen and bruised, his eyes reduced to slits, blood streaming from his nose.
His face hurt, but his body hurt even more.
The rich man lay on the ground, curled up, wishing he could just die.
He regretted it—he truly regretted it. These two lunatics were insane, and he shouldn’t have messed with them!
"How dare you covet her, force her to be your lover? How dare you?" Lin Xuan’s voice was dark, his eyes gleaming with a cold, deadly light.
"I... I was wrong," the rich man whimpered weakly, in pain.
Lin Xuan sneered, "Since you’re so fond of forcing women to be your lovers, you won’t be needing this anymore."
The knife that Su Hua had stabbed into the rich man earlier—Lin Xuan grabbed the hilt and twisted it.
"Ahhh—" The rich man passed out once again.
Even though the hotel had excellent soundproofing, the rich man’s agonized screams still managed to seep through, sending shivers down everyone’s spines.
Jiang Qing couldn’t help but feel curious.
What exactly was Young Master Lin doing in there to make him scream so horribly?
Lin Xuan pressed another pressure point on the rich man’s body.
The rich man woke up, tears streaming down his face as he begged, "Please, just let me pass out... Don’t wake me up again."
"You want to pass out?" Lin Xuan smiled like a demon. "I want you to stay awake and feel every bit of the pain."
Lin Xuan pulled out the blood-stained knife, wiped the handle clean with a handkerchief, and then tossed it to the ground without a second thought.
He stepped over the rich man’s body and left.
The rich man wished he could just die.
It was over—truly over.
Sobbing, he realized he would now be a eunuch for the rest of his life.
The rich man lay on the ground, whimpering in pain.
Lin Xuan walked over to Jiang Qing.
Su Hua shot a dangerous glance at Jiang Qing.
What is Ah Xuan doing next to that woman?
Jiang Qing shivered. Young Master Lin, don’t drag me into this.
Lin Xuan whispered, "Secretary Jiang, if you can’t handle the situation with that man, just pin all the blame on me."
He had beaten up the rich man for two reasons: first, because he dared to lay hands on Su Hua and had to face the consequences, and second, to take full responsibility for the crime.
"Young Master Lin, don’t worry. This is just a small matter. I’ll handle it properly," Jiang Qing replied respectfully.
"Good."
Lin Xuan nodded, then turned to look at Su Hua. The cold, stern expression on Su Hua’s face instantly softened, making her look sweet and harmless, almost childlike.
Jiang Qing: "..." Mr. Su’s ability to switch expressions so quickly is truly impressive.
How had she never noticed before that Mr. Su was such a good actor?
Lin Xuan walked over and took Su Hua’s hand. "Hua Bao, let’s go home."
"Mm," Su Hua nodded.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
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?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
