"That's all for now. You've been keeping an eye on Night Rose and the Black Right Gang all night. You must be tired—go get some rest," Wang Ba said.
"Got it."
The subordinate exited the room, carefully closing the door behind him.
Standing outside, he stared at Wang Ba's door, frowning. "Night Rose targeting the Black Right Gang's leader—are we sure it wasn’t just to vent the boss’s anger?"
He couldn’t shake the feeling that it was.
Sure, men’s intuition isn’t always reliable, but his had been pretty accurate so far.
And Night Rose’s aura? Straight out of a novel—like some kind of yandere CEO.
10:30 AM.
Lin Xuan, completely unaware of the bloodshed the Black Right Gang had endured, finally woke up. He felt exhausted.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Su Hua curled up in his arms, still fast asleep.
Lin Xuan glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned.
It was already 10:30, and Hua Bao hadn’t even stirred.
A thought crossed his mind, and he nodded in satisfaction.
Looks like Hua Bao really wore herself out last night—no wonder she was still asleep.
Could this be called reaping what she sowed?
Lin Xuan swelled with pride.
The first time they’d been together, he’d been the one begging for mercy.
Now, he could hold his own against her.
Not bad.
The ten-tonic soup Wang Ba had given him, plus the martial arts training in the secret space, had clearly paid off.
Lin Xuan wobbled as he got out of bed, exhaling heavily.
If only Wang Ba were here—he could use another bowl of that soup to recover faster.
Afraid of waking Su Hua and getting dragged back into bed, he moved quietly while washing up.
Once he left the room, he finally relaxed.
Hua Bao was still asleep—he’d get a break for now.
Upstairs, Wang Ba appeared before him shortly after.
"Boss," Wang Ba greeted respectfully.
"What happened after Hua Bao left the room last night?" Lin Xuan asked.
"Boss, which time are you talking about?" Wang Ba looked puzzled.
Su Hua had left the room twice—once to deal with Liang Xiaoxia, and again in the early hours when she’d gone to the study.
"What do you mean ‘which time’?" Lin Xuan’s brow furrowed. "The time she caught me being hit on by another woman, obviously."
"Oh, that!" Wang Ba chuckled. "Sorry, I got mixed up for a second."
So the boss didn’t know about Su Hua’s late-night excursion.
Instinct told him to keep it quiet—if Su Hua found out he’d spilled, he’d be in deep trouble.
"Last night, Su Hua didn’t do much. She just talked with Liang Xiaoxia for a long time before heading back. I don’t know what they discussed, but my guess is she was warning her not to be a homewrecker."
Lin Xuan sighed in relief.
Just as that Golden Dragon Gang member had said—only a talk. Seems Hua Bao’s jealousy wasn’t too intense this time.
Then again, if she’d been really furious, she’d have chained him to the bed for three days straight instead of letting him off after one night.
"Did Hua Bao figure out my identity?" Lin Xuan pressed.
Wang Ba’s smile stiffened.
Su Hua had found out.
But he couldn’t say that.
If he did, Su Hua would skin him alive.
Wang Ba lied through his teeth. "Boss, you know I’ve got your back. From the start, I made sure Su Hua had no idea you’re the Golden Dragon Gang’s leader. The moment she showed up, I told everyone to act like hotel staff. As long as we keep our mouths shut, she won’t find out."
"Good."
Lin Xuan’s tension eased, and he dug into his meal with gusto.
Between bites, he ordered, "Book our flights back to Yundu City for tonight."
Originally, he’d stayed here to hide from Su Hua for a while.
But now that she’d followed him, there was no point lingering.
His gut told him staying would only invite more trouble.
Better to return to Yundu City—he’d feel safer there.
"Understood, Boss. I’ll arrange it immediately," Wang Ba said.
"Oh, and Boss—there’s something else. It’s about the Black Right Gang."
Lin Xuan’s frown returned. "Did they skip town? Trying to stiff us on the weapons?"
If that gang had the nerve to betray him, they’d regret it.
"No," Wang Ba shook his head.
Lin Xuan’s frown deepened. If they hadn’t run, what else could it be?
Wang Ba continued, "Last night, Night Rose attacked the Black Right Gang and kidnapped their leader. He’s being tortured at Night Rose’s base—barely recognizable now."
"Is he in any real danger?" Lin Xuan asked urgently.
That gang still owed him money and weapons. If their leader died, he’d never see either again.
"Don’t worry, Boss. His injuries look bad, but they’re all superficial—nothing life-threatening," Wang Ba assured.
"Good." Lin Xuan exhaled in relief.
"Why did Night Rose attack them?" Lin Xuan wondered aloud.
Wang Ba shrugged. "No idea."
The subordinate Wang Ba had dismissed earlier suddenly reappeared.
"I know! Boss, Night Rose has a thing for you—this was all about avenging you!"
Wang Ba glared. "Scram, you idiot!"
"Scramming now!"
The subordinate vanished just as quickly.
Wang Ba turned back to Lin Xuan. "Boss, ignore him. He’s been reading too many CEO romance novels."
But Lin Xuan’s frown lingered.
Strangely, it did sound plausible.
With Su Hua here, though, he couldn’t let her find out Night Rose had taken an interest in him.
First Liang Xiaoxia, now Night Rose?
Hua Bao would punish him so hard his kidneys would give out.
"Wang Ba," Lin Xuan said sternly, "make sure everyone keeps their mouths shut. Hua Bao can’t know anything about Night Rose and me."
"Boss, don’t worry. We’ll take this to the grave," Wang Ba vowed.
"Good."
Lin Xuan’s tension eased, but a question nagged at him.
Who was Night Rose?
She felt eerily familiar.
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
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.
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.”
