On the road.
Traffic was surging.
Lin Baizhi sat in the backseat of the car, her face pale. Her hands trembled as she held her phone, checking the messages sent earlier by the logistics staff.
The incident had already happened a good while ago. Back when some pink-haired "elementary schooler" called her a simp, the signs were already there.
It was just that she didn't think in that direction at the time.
Lin Baizhi had two phones: one for work, and one personal. Ye Cheng was naturally on her personal account, pinned to the top. The work account was only checked when she had free time.
The work account was only checked after she finished handling the matters at hand. Her personal account didn't even have "Do Not Disturb" turned on, so she could hear messages at any time.
This two-phone situation led to the current messed-up predicament. The incident had occurred quite a while ago, yet she was the last to know. It wasn't that her subordinates were incompetent; she had simply played herself.
Lin Baizhi looked calm on the surface, but her fingernails were digging into her flesh.
Before coming over, Lin Baizhi had even changed her outfit to fit her "student" identity: a sailor suit, thigh-high socks, a blazer, and a tie... a standard school uniform.
This outfit fit her persona perfectly. Even at a time like this, Lin Baizhi hadn't forgotten her current role. She was just a classmate, and she couldn't "cross the line."
Otherwise, her long-laid plans would be wasted. She couldn't let that happen! Absolutely not!
Lin Baizhi gritted her teeth. "Are we there yet?"
The driver was sweating profusely. "Um... Miss, I don't know why, but there's a lot of traffic today. There are quite a few cars overtaking and cutting in, this..."
"Ram them," Lin Baizhi said with a cold, indifferent expression.
Driver: "???"
A question mark popped up in the driver's head. He looked bewildered, wondering if he had been possessed by something unholy. How could he hear such outrageous words?
It must be an illusion, it must be...
Just then, another car tried to cut in. Because the adjacent lane hadn't moved for ages, the driver wanted to squeeze in front of Lin Baizhi's car.
"Ram them." Lin Baizhi's calm voice echoed in the car once again.
The devil's whisper brushed against the driver's ear.
Driver: "..."
Alright, he was sure this time. He definitely hadn't misheard. It was indeed... ram them.
Was it really necessary?
Even though the other party was breaking the rules and being unethical, and even though they would bear full responsibility if hit, repairing a car was a hassle. Even with insurance, the car would still...
"Boss Lin, how about I honk the horn to warn them..."
"I'll say it one last time. Ram them!" Lin Baizhi's voice turned icy, her gaze terrifyingly cold. Although she was wearing a cute, "innocent sweet girl" makeup look, her eyes were murderous.
As Lin Baizhi's private driver, he naturally understood the weight of those words.
Gulp.
He swallowed hard, then his eyes lit up, his breathing quickened, and he started getting excited... Screw it! He had long been sick of these jerks who cut in and swerved around!
It's a known fact that over 99% of drivers have cursed while driving, unleashing their colorful vocabulary. Especially when facing those "scum" who ignore traffic laws, almost 100% of people have thought about just ramming right into them.
But very few actually put it into practice. Most were afraid of the trouble, not to mention the waste of money and effort. Acting on impulse wasn't advisable, so all they could do was curse.
Holding in his frustration, now... he finally found his chance!
Lin Baizhi was already on the verge of a breakdown, about to explode. For someone to be suicidal enough to cut in front of her right now, delaying her from getting to the hospital to take care of her brother—weren't they just throwing themselves at the gun muzzle?
Bang!
Phew... that felt good.
The force was controlled perfectly. He gave the other car an "elbow" without triggering the airbags in his own car, and the young miss in the backseat wasn't affected either. Three birds with one stone!
Awesome!!!
The window of the rammed car rolled down. The driver was just about to curse when he saw the winged "little golden man" hood ornament on Lin Baizhi's car, and silently rolled the window back up.
His road rage was instantly cured.
First of all, he was indeed in the wrong. After all, he shouldn't have cut in.
Secondly... he wouldn't have to pay for the damages, right?
He wouldn't randomly get beaten up on the street, right?
He wouldn't find himself fired the moment he got to work, right?
He wouldn't...
Damn it, a matching-number vanity plate!
Wasn't this a certified local mafia boss? You've got to be kidding!
The little golden man showed their wealth, and the matching-number vanity plate showed their connections and power. His eyes instantly cleared up.
Gripping the steering wheel, he sat in his seat in a panic. He originally planned to wait for the other party to come over and "settle the score," but he soon couldn't sit still. Feeling itchy all over, he figured it was better to take the initiative to get out of the car.
Click. He unbuckled his seatbelt. Just as he put on a smiling face, Lin Baizhi's car drove away without even glancing at him.
Let alone settling the score, they didn't even intend to acknowledge him.
The man: "???"
Are they that hardcore?
Wait... did they memorize his license plate and plan to ruin him later?
"Hiss..." The man gasped. He hurriedly chased after them, but before he took two steps, he heard another "bang." Another unlucky guy trying to cut in took a solid hit.
Almost the exact same scene played out, though this driver clearly had a much bigger temper. The moment they collided, the window rolled down, and a head popped out ready to swear.
But upon seeing the gleaming little golden man and the vanity license plate, the head immediately retracted.
The man: "..."
If he were the only unlucky one, he might have felt terrible. But seeing everyone else get unlucky made him feel much better. Whatever else was going on, it was obvious the person driving that car had a huge "temper."
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang—"
One crash after another. Anyone who tried to cut in or jump the queue was shown absolutely no mercy. One after another, several unlucky guys got hit. None of them even dared to curse. First, they were breaking the law, and second, they were up against a local heavyweight.
If they weren't careful, they'd be planted in the ground and called ginseng. That would teach them to be honest.
Just like that, as the number of unlucky guys piled up, the car steadily approached the hospital. Their speed was much faster than before.
People weren't stupid. Hearing the commotion from behind and taking one look in the rearview mirror, they immediately behaved. They even voluntarily cleared a path for Lin Baizhi's car. If they accidentally got bumped, they wouldn't be able to afford the compensation.
Ahead, a few hundred meters away.
An old Santana police car was still inching along. The car in front moved a bit, and it moved a bit. At this rate, it seemed they wouldn't be getting back before dark today.
Sigh...
If only I had listened to Tang Shouye, then it wouldn't have come to this...
"Bang!"
"Huh?" Hearing the sound, Wang Fugui craned his neck out to take a look. He only saw a heavily "scarred" car in the opposite lane frantically "elbowing" the nearby cars.
Wang Fugui: "???"
Are you playing bumper cars out here?
So arrogant?
Wait, a Spirit of Ecstasy? A vanity plate with repeating digits?
Who is this now, acting so recklessly?
Dahai City had its fair share of ruthless figures, but most kept a low profile. Being too flashy usually meant someone hadn't been properly disciplined by the elders in their family. These days, keeping a low profile was better than anything else. The result of being too high-profile was...
Click.
The back door of the car with the vanity plate, which had just been playing a crazy game of bumper cars, opened. Lin Baizhi shut the door and broke into a light jog directly toward the hospital. Running the rest of the way would be faster!
She had no time to waste!
She needed to see someone!
She needed to see her brother!
Wang Fugui: "???"
"Could she be looking for that incubus too?"
For some reason, seeing a stunningly beautiful girl step out of the luxury car made Wang Fugui subconsciously think of Ye Cheng. He thought of the scene in the hospital room earlier—those two fierce little girls still hadn't decided a winner, and now another one was showing up?
"Why does she look a bit familiar?" Wang Fugui narrowed his eyes at Lin Baizhi's retreating back, his brow furrowing.
"It shouldn't be. Boss Lin's girl is supposedly in poor health..."
Because Lin Baizhi was known for her frail health and her low-profile, composed way of doing things, Wang Fugui immediately ruled out the possibility that it was her. The Lin Group was a heavyweight in Dahai City.
Although they couldn't compare to the Golden Dragons like the Dongfang and Shen families, they were in the first tier just below them. If it weren't for a lack of open positions, the Lin family would be the most likely to ascend.
As for the Shen family... they had already merged with the Du family in another way, successfully securing their position on the shore and leaving the original first tier to reach the absolute pinnacle.
Wang Fugui snapped a photo with his phone and sent it to the head of the traffic police department, then went back to waiting for his car...
"Sigh, when will this ever end..."
...
Inside the hospital lobby.
Tap, tap, tap...
Clack, clack, clack...
Two equally rushed figures converged as if drawn by fate, pressing the exact same up button for the elevator.
Ding-dong!
"Why are you here?" Tang Yuyao, with fine sweat on her forehead from the exertion and a flushed face, looked at the frail girl in front of her with confusion in her eyes.
Lin Baizhi's body was naturally weak. The run over here had nearly drained her battery. She barely kept her balance by leaning against the wall, panting heavily, completely lacking Tang Yuyao's effortless composure.
Tang Yuyao frowned. "You should know your own physical condition. It's best if you avoid strenuous exercise."
"Mhm, thank you, I'll be careful..." Lin Baizhi nodded. She didn't contradict Tang Yuyao, but she stared at the other woman intentionally or otherwise, her hand hidden behind her back subconsciously clenching into a fist.
Despicable woman, hateful old maid, if you're lonely then go by yourself...
Ding!
The elevator doors opened. Tang Yuyao had wanted to offer a few more words of advice, but she immediately cut herself off, took a step forward into the elevator, and started frantically pressing the close button.
Lin Baizhi: "???"
"Sister, I haven't gotten in yet..." Lin Baizhi squeezed out a polite smile.
Click, click, click... Tang Yuyao heard her, but... didn't quite listen. She just kept mashing the button as if her life depended on it, looking extremely anxious.
Lin Baizhi: "???"
This bitch!!!

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.”

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."

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...