The security team captain and Jiang Qing were both curious about what Lin Xuan had done to the rich young master. When they entered the private room, they saw a man lying on the ground, groaning in pain. His face was bruised and swollen, looking utterly disfigured. In this state, even his own parents wouldn’t have recognized him.
Jiang Qing’s eyes widened in shock.
*Damn! Is Young Master Lin this fierce?*
She wondered if she had ever offended Lin Xuan. Surely not, right?
The security team captain was equally stunned, his face filled with disbelief.
*Wasn’t he just a delicate pretty boy with no strength?*
He realized he had underestimated Lin Xuan. After all, someone who could become Su Hua’s boyfriend was no ordinary person.
“Captain Lin, I’ll be leaving now,” Jiang Qing said with an awkward smile.
“Alright,” the security team captain nodded, still in a daze.
After Su Hua and Jiang Qing left, the security guards who had been groaning on the floor began to stagger to their feet.
“Captain, call the police! Hurry!” one of the guards said through gritted teeth.
The captain took out the check Jiang Qing had given him. “This is ten million yuan. It’s compensation for all of us.”
The guards: “!!!”
Ten million yuan! There were nine of them in total, so each would get about 1.1 million yuan!
The captain raised an eyebrow and glanced at them. “So, do you still want to call the police?”
“Captain, why bother calling the police? They can beat us up a few more times if they want,” one of the guards chuckled.
Over a million yuan was equivalent to more than a decade of their salaries! A beating like this was totally worth it.
The rich young master’s two bodyguards felt a pang of envy. Why didn’t they get any compensation?
The security captain walked over to them. “You two, take your young master to get treated.”
“Yes.”
The two bodyguards supported each other as they walked in. They were resentful. Why did that female demon beat them so badly, while the security guards only had minor injuries and looked fine?
When they entered, they saw their young master in a pitiful state.
The bodyguards gulped.
*Well, compared to the young master, the female demon had actually gone easy on us.*
The bodyguards didn’t dare move the young master and could only call for an ambulance.
Downstairs in the parking lot.
“Young Master Lin, I still need to deal with that guy who had designs on Su Hua, so I’ll take my leave now. I’ll leave the young lady to you,” Jiang Qing said. She thought it was best to stay out of Su Hua’s way for now. Just a few words with Lin Xuan earlier had made Su Hua glare at her as if she wanted to kill her.
“Alright,” Lin Xuan nodded.
He got into his Rolls-Royce, while Su Hua sat in the passenger seat.
During the drive, Su Hua was restless.
“Ah Xuan, why are you ignoring me?”
“Ah Xuan, are you ignoring me because you don’t like me anymore?”
Su Hua grew more and more upset. “Are you just acting? Ah Xuan, your heart only belongs to Qin Ruoyao. Why can’t you like me?”
Her eyes turned red, filled with grievance.
Lin Xuan’s temple throbbed. Whenever Su Hua brought this up, he knew what was coming next…
He had a premonition and pulled the car over to the side of the road.
As soon as he hit the brakes, Su Hua pounced on him. “Ah Xuan, I’m telling you, you’re not allowed to like other women. If I find out you’ve been in contact with Qin Ruoyao, I’ll lock you up and make you my bed slave.”
Lin Xuan: “???” *Bed slave again?*
Last time when Su Hua had one of her episodes, she had also called him her bed slave. What was her obsession with this term?
Just then, a rideshare driver on a scooter happened to pass by.
“Holy crap! A Rolls-Royce extended edition!”
The driver’s eyes widened. It was his first time seeing such a luxurious car up close.
*Click, click.*
The driver took pictures of the car. He had to commemorate this moment. He even walked over to the car and took a selfie with it.
At that moment, the car door opened.
The driver froze. *There’s someone in the car!*
“Sorry, I’ll leave right away,” the driver said awkwardly.
Lin Xuan asked, “Are you a rideshare driver?”
“Yes,” the driver nodded, confused.
Lin Xuan: “Do you have a job right now?”
“No,” the driver shook his head. He was puzzled. Why was this man asking these questions? Was he going to hire him as a driver? But that didn’t make sense. This man hadn’t been drinking, so why would he need a driver?
Besides, rich people like him usually had their own chauffeurs.
“You drive this car,” Lin Xuan said, tossing him the car keys and handing him 300 yuan.
*Holy crap!*
The driver’s hands trembled as he held the keys.
*I actually get to drive a car worth over a hundred million yuan? Forget the 300 yuan, I’d even pay a thousand yuan for this opportunity!*
“Sure thing!”
The driver stashed his scooter in the trunk. When he opened the passenger door, he saw Lin Xuan being embraced by a stunningly beautiful woman. Her delicate arms were wrapped around the man’s neck.
The handsome and gentle man carried the woman from the passenger seat and placed her in the backseat.
The driver understood, his eyes filled with a knowing look.
*So that’s why this guy didn’t need to drink to call a driver. He just wanted to spend time with his girlfriend.*
*These two are ridiculously good-looking. What a sight to behold.*
The driver didn’t dare look any longer and took the driver’s seat.
*Wow, this car is on another level. So luxurious, so comfortable!*
“Lower the partition,” Lin Xuan said in a restrained voice.
These cars were custom-made by Su Hua at great expense. They all had one thing in common: the windows were tinted so that outsiders couldn’t see inside, but those inside could see out clearly.
Another feature was that every car had a partition. Once lowered, the people in the front seats couldn’t hear anything from the back.
The driver found the button and lowered the partition.
*Luxury cars are just different. So high-end.*
Su Hua sat on Lin Xuan’s lap, her hands wandering over his face and abs, igniting sparks wherever she touched.
Lin Xuan held her slender waist firmly. In a husky voice, he whispered in her ear, “Be good, Hua Bao.”
He was a man in his prime, and the woman he loved was in his arms. If this continued, he wouldn’t be able to hold back.
“Ah Xuan, why won’t you let me touch you?” Su Hua began to pout and act spoiled again. Her eyes welled up with tears. “Are you saving yourself for Qin Ruoyao? Is that why you’re rejecting me?”
Lin Xuan felt a headache coming on.
*Why does she keep bringing this up?*
*Well, I guess I’m paying for my past mistakes.*
“No,” Lin Xuan said helplessly. “Hua Bao, you’re the only woman I love.”
“Then prove it to me,” Su Hua said, her eyes fixed on Lin Xuan’s lips.
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?"
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?!
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.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
