Police Station.
"So, you mean you were hit by a car, and then the other party committed a hit-and-run?" The female police officer in charge of reception looked serious, holding her pen and constantly taking notes.
Indeed, the other party's injuries were quite severe, and he was an old man. Even the female officer felt the sheer ruthlessness of the perpetrator.
Not even sparing an old man?
Sitting in front of her was a scrawny old man covered in bandages, with one arm in a sling and his whole body in a cast. That's right, this was the very same old man who had tried to extort Ye Cheng by faking an accident on the road earlier, only to be kicked flying halfway across a field by Mrs. Du who had just rushed back.
"No, Comrade Police, I was kicked flying. It's just that it was comparable to being hit by a car. I flew several meters! That beast, I'm just an old man..."
The old man chattered on endlessly. The female officer's expression shifted as she crossed out the notes she had just taken and started over. She had misheard; he wasn't hit by a car, but rather it felt like being hit by a car, flying several meters...
Wait, several meters?
Female officer: "..."
Silently, the female officer stopped her pen, reached out, and waved her hand in front of the old man who was wrapped up like a mummy.
"Are you still conscious?"
Old man: "..."
"It's true, Comrade Police, I'm not lying. You can check the surveillance cameras. That guy is a real beast, he kicked me flying with one kick, broke three of my ribs..."
Crying with snot and tears, acting as if he had suffered a massive injustice, the female officer had no choice but to have someone pull up the surveillance footage.
Although, she still didn't believe someone could easily kick a person flying several meters. Was this a joke?
It wasn't a movie. Assuming a person weighs around a hundred pounds, even a strongman wouldn't guarantee they could throw them several meters. Yet he casually claimed he was kicked flying several meters. Wasn't this just nonsense?
The female officer leaned more towards the idea that the victim in front of her had taken a blow to the head during a fight, leading to a confused state of mind and hallucinations. Otherwise, why would he spout such nonsense in broad daylight?
A few minutes later.
The entire police station fell into silence.
Looking at the surveillance footage playing in front of them, it was exactly as the man had described... kicked flying several meters. There was no exaggeration at all; if anything, he was being conservative.
What did this person eat growing up?
Such doubts arose in everyone's minds. Soon, someone noticed something amiss.
"Old man, it looks like you were trying to fake an accident to extort money, weren't you?"
That single sentence made the entire police station even more silent. The previously aggressive old man instantly wilted, but he quickly puffed himself up again!
"Bang!"
He slammed his palm on the desk in the police station's holding room.
"Are you guys in cahoots with that person!"
"There's no justice! I'm already in this state, and you're still slandering me for faking an accident. You're bullying an old man! I'm going to sue you, I don't want to live anymore..." The old man fell to the ground and started throwing a tantrum, rolling around and wailing incessantly.
Everyone in the police station: "..."
The old man in front of them was obviously one of the hardest types of people to deal with. The only thing harder to deal with would be invincible people—those with no family, no friends, and no attachments. If they happened to have a terminal illness on top of that, even the police chief would have a headache, terrified of slighting them in case they snapped and decided to take someone down with them.
Left with no choice, the crowd could only appease his emotions first, summon Du Wanyi over to ask about the specific situation at the time, and conveniently look up the car's license plate number.
If the car had a dashcam, it would be much easier to resolve.
However... this matter would still require financial compensation. After all, the man was beaten into the hospital, not to mention his extortion attempt hadn't even succeeded...
But soon, the group discovered something strange: the license plate number seemed to be special?
Digging further, they finally traced it to the Du family...
Eventually, a call was made to Wang Fugui's cell phone.
"What!"
"Someone was hit and killed???"
"Okay, okay, okay, I'm coming right now. Wait, don't do anything yet, I'll deal with it when I get there!"
Before long, an old Santana police car appeared at the entrance of the police station. Before he even walked through the door, Wang Fugui heard the sound of the old man throwing a tantrum inside.
"You must give me justice for this matter today, or else I'll go to the media and expose you! I'm going to sue you!"
Wang Fugui: "..."
Inside the station, a group of young officers looked helplessly at the scammer old man sitting on a chair like a lord. He was even holding and eating the station's fruit. With a mouth full of old yellow teeth and his current arrogant demeanor, it was an ugly display.
This was nowhere near what a vulnerable group should look like; he acted like he owned the place. With just one glance, the incredibly experienced Wang Fugui deduced that the man was most likely a fraudster whose words couldn't be trusted.
"Who died?" Wang Fugui asked, frowning.
After understanding the situation, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Son of a bitch, which bastard passed the message? By the time it reached him, it had turned into a fatality!
He'd better not catch whoever it was, or he'd make them clean all the toilets in the station!!!
Wang Fugui sat down again to watch the surveillance footage. His face darkened, and finally, after seeing Du Wanyi kick the man flying, his face turned pale.
Cold sweat appeared on his forehead without him realizing it.
Truly, the ignorant are fearless. You actually dared to try to extort them?
When they plant you in the ground like a ginseng root, you'll behave.
Wang Fugui looked at the old man as if looking at an idiot. He casually waved a police officer over, said a few words, and then stood up to leave.
"Hey, hey, hey, where are you going? My matter hasn't been resolved yet!" The old man sat up from the chair and blocked Wang Fugui's path.
He could tell that Wang Fugui was the highest-ranking official here, so talking to him would definitely be the most effective!
Wang Fugui looked helpless. "I'm going to save you. Hey, Xiao Zhang, lock him up in the holding cell. Don't let him out until I call."
With that, he left.
Old man: "???"
Save him, and then... lock him in a holding cell?
Are you kidding me!
"I won't accept this! You're breaking the law, you're bullying commoners, you..." The old man was invited into the holding cell by several officers.
Wang Fugui drove away, heading in the direction of the Shen family. Behind him, the scammer old man's clamoring grew softer and softer. Actually... Wang Fugui was telling the truth; he really was going to save him.
Leaving aside the extortion attempt, with the way you're relentlessly trying to blackmail people to death, you're guaranteed to be chopped into dumpling filling!
He had just lived in peaceful times for too long and didn't know the massive storms of the past, acting as if he feared nothing in heaven or earth. Right now, staying in the holding cell was the safest thing for him.
On the road.
"Beep, beep, beep..."
"Brother Shen, it's me. How have you been doing lately?"
"I'm doing alright, hahaha. So, here's the thing, something happened today that offended your wife..."
...
The Du family, private hospital.
Tick, tock, tick...
Shen Qinghan lay on the hospital bed receiving an IV drip, her brows still maintaining the slight frown from before.
"Little Chengcheng, now is the time to test you. It's also the best opportunity for you to win over Little Hanhan. I've already turned off all the cameras in the room!"
"No one will know what happens in the room, which means you can... ahem, of course, I'm just making a suggestion. I'm not saying you have to do it."
"Sneaking a kiss is totally fine, you know. Two kisses are fine too, or even three..."
Du Wanyi took a step and gave an instruction, took another step and gave another instruction. Looking extremely stealthy, she backed out of the room, terrified that Ye Cheng would be too honest and miss this golden opportunity!
This was the perfect chance to make a move!
It was a now-or-never opportunity!
She really was a genius, hahaha!!!
The IV drip attached to the Eldest Miss wasn't medicine at all; it was just normal saline. It made no difference whether she had it or not. The only reason for the IV was to make her look a bit more pitiful and in need of tender loving care.
That damn loser, she didn't even know how to show weakness. When would Little Chengcheng finally win her over?
When would the Mini-Hanhans be born?
That damn Loser Madame, I will just...
Stepping out of the hospital room, the expression on Du Wanyi's face instantly turned cold. A short-haired woman who had been waiting to the side for a long time stepped forward. "Family Head, we found the person who faked the accident!"
Du Wanyi took one glance and tossed the documents in her hand aside. "Break both his legs and throw him onto the street. If he gets hit and killed, just issue an accidental death compensation to his family..."
"Yes." The short-haired woman stepped back.
The master and servant seemed to be discussing a trivial matter, completely unmoved and terrifyingly cold-blooded. They were already quite civilized now; if it were in the past...
Inside the hospital room.
Ye Cheng looked at the IV drip attached to the Eldest Miss and fell into silence. "It doesn't look like there's any medicine in this thing, is there?"
Madame, are you tricking me again?
Ye Cheng looked speechless. Remembering the wild and suggestive words that a certain unreliable Madame had said before leaving, he shook his head. Sigh, was he really that kind of person?
A few minutes later, Ye Cheng successfully finished checking every corner of the room. There were no cameras. The corners of his mouth began to curve up wildly.
Hahaha, of course he was!!!
Damn it, it wasn't like he was some upright gentleman anyway, hehehe!
How could he pass up such a great opportunity to bully the Eldest Miss?
I would do it even without your reminder, Madame!
Wearing an evil expression and rubbing his hands together like a manic fly, Ye Cheng walked toward the fragrant and soft Eldest Miss lying on the hospital bed, his lips curling up wildly.
This was going to be crazy!!!
At the door, Du Wanyi was holding a tablet, her mouth also curling up so wildly she almost looked like Venom. "Yes, just like that. Kiss her, kiss her! A loser needs to be kissed hard like this. No matter how stubborn her mouth is, it will be soft when you kiss it. Good job, Little Chengcheng, kiss her!!!"
"Beep, beep, beep..."
"Dou Dou is calling..."
At this crucial moment, the phone in Du Wanyi's pocket rang out. It could be heard loud and clear both inside and outside the room. Ye Cheng's movements froze. The Eldest Miss lying on the bed seemed to sense something; her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she opened her eyes.
Looking at Ye Cheng, who was just inches away from her face... the air grew dead silent.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Du Wanyi: "..."
Damn that Dou Dou...

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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."