First of all, Qin Luo needs to clarify one thing.
That is, although it's true that most of his attack methods involve slapping people, he really can't remember exactly how many times he's done it.
It's all based on pure instinct.
So, for the moment, he can't quite figure out who it is based on the number of slaps.
But hey, no worries.
I can also divine, didn’t expect that, did you?
Qin Luo pinched his fingers and calculated. Because he had absorbed Suan Tianxing, his divination skills had become even more profound.
In just a moment, a figure appeared in Qin Luo's mind.
A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
So that's how it is.
Or rather, it’s only natural.
After all...
Up until now, the only T0-level "Chosen One" he had provoked but not yet dealt with was that one person.
The young master of the Qian Family, Qian Yu.
Hah, interesting.
A protagonist who’s a tycoon in a world full of high-powered "Chosen Ones" is clearly abnormal.
He calculated again.
A scene appeared in Qin Luo's mind.
[Su Muwan! Look! These are all the people whose cultivation you destroyed and who were transformed into cyborgs!]
[They have now achieved eternal life!]
[Su Muwan! We became like this because of you! Die!]
[You evil woman!! We’ve crawled back from hell!!]
[The era of martial artists is over! Everyone, join the glorious evolution!]
[Hah, ridiculous, just a bunch of scrap metal. I can wipe them out with a snap of my fingers!]
[Arrogant!]
[...]
The battle scene from last season ended.
Oh, little puppy.
Not to be rude, but can’t you update your version?
Why aren’t I in any of these scenes?
Qin Luo shook his head. Without much thought, he knew these scenes were probably minor plot points Su Muwan was originally supposed to deal with in the story.
But no matter.
Qin Luo smiled lightly. Su Muwan, you can rest easy!
With me here, you’re in for a treat!
As for these people...
Qin Luo looked at Ling Ya, who was lying on the ground, head raised, trying to appear calm while wearing an innocent smile.
“I still prefer the rebellious version of you from the beginning.”
“So... so...”
“So then...”
Qin Luo snapped his fingers and smiled kindly, “Cripple his limbs and dantian, then deliver him to the authorities.”
“Yes!”
“Qin Luo! You’re breaking the rules!! Ugh—!”
That night.
A group of notorious wanted assassins appeared at the entrance of the law enforcement bureau.
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The next day.
As the first rays of morning sunlight appeared, a pink Maserati pulled up in front of the Su family villa.
The car door slowly opened, and a figure stepped out.
She was wearing a long coat, a wide-brimmed hat, and a pair of oversized sunglasses, completely concealing her face.
Yan Qiuyue glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention to her, then quickly walked toward the front door of the Su family villa.
She rang the doorbell, and after a moment, the door slowly opened.
Standing there to greet her was Qin Luo.
“Miss Yan Qiuyue?”
Qin Luo looked at Su Muwan’s one of the few close friends, who was completely covered up, and called out her name.
“You can still recognize me?”
Yan Qiuyue took off her sunglasses and looked at Qin Luo in surprise, glancing left and right.
Then she nodded with satisfaction, “Not bad, not bad.”
What exactly are you saying is not bad?
“Is Qiuyue here?”
At that moment.
Su Muwan, who had already received the news, came running out of the house, her slippers clattering against the floor.
She looked at Yan Qiuyue with “delight” and opened her arms to hug her, “Yueyue!! Why are you here today?!”
Yan Qiuyue hadn’t seen Su Muwan in a long time, and today she had something important to say, “Honey!! I missed you so much!!”
After a brief hug.
Su Muwan, while kindly dragging Yan Qiuyue, glanced at Qin Luo as if she had something urgent to discuss.
She avoided eye contact and said, “Qin Luo, Yueyue and I are going to chat in my room for a bit. Can you prepare some fruit?”
With that, she pulled Yan Qiuyue upstairs.
As they were leaving, Qin Luo seemed to overhear some whispered complaints.
[Why did you come today??]
[Oh, I found a really good love guru for you. Just listen to me first...]
Qin Luo blinked. What are these two being so secretive about?
Whatever.
I’ll just ask what else is needed.
Thinking this, he dialed a number while heading to the kitchen, “Hey, Xiaoyu, my friend asked me earlier. He said he knows what the girl likes, but he’s worried it might not seem thoughtful enough in that kind of setting.”
“So he wanted me to ask, is it better to prepare jewelry or something similar for a confession?”
“Don’t worry, Luo. I’m an expert at this. I’ll come up with a plan for you later, guaranteed to make your confession a success!”
“It’s not for me, it’s for a friend. Just send it to me, and I’ll forward it to him.”
Click, the call ended.
Qin Luo hummed a tune as he went to prepare the fruit.
This should be fine.
Yes, indeed.
Qin Luo’s experience with love.
Also zero.
Meanwhile.
At the Foundation.
Huang Lingyu hung up the phone, looking relieved. She glanced around and said solemnly, “Luo hung up.”
As soon as she spoke.
A series of gasps echoed through the room.
“Sss!”
“So he’s really going to confess, right?!”
“To who?? Zhu Lan?”
“Are you kidding, Shen Fei?? What are you thinking! Luo’s definitely confessing to the young lady!!”
“To the young lady?!”
Surrounding Huang Lingyu were the core members of the Foundation.
Most of them were elite talents Qin Luo had recruited one by one.
Chen Gong, who had been in the middle of refining pills but couldn’t resist jumping into the conversation when he heard the topic of love, chimed in.
As someone with experience, he nodded and said, “We can all tell that Luo has feelings for the young lady.”
“This time, he’s having us prepare all these things. If it’s not a confession to the young lady, I’ll eat two pounds of something.”
“Two pounds of what? Say it first.”
“Two pounds of Qi and Blood Pills.”
“......”
“Leaving that aside, if Luo confesses to the young lady, will she agree?”
“Yeah... The young lady is devoted to martial arts. For her, men would only slow down her training, right?”
A lively discussion broke out.
Huang Lingyu, the only female among the Foundation’s senior members, rolled her eyes, put her hands on her hips, and shouted, “Quiet, everyone!”
“I’m 100% confident that Luo’s confession will succeed!”
Everyone was stunned and looked at her, “Why?”
“Hmph! Because of... this!”
With that, Huang Lingyu pulled out a WeChat ID.
It read:
[Love Expert – White Lotus Master]
Huang Lingyu confidently explained, “White Lotus Master, the ace of love! With her advice, Luo can’t possibly fail!”
“That’s impressive!”
Everyone applauded.
Meanwhile.
Su Muwan looked at the WeChat name on Yan Qiuyue’s phone and muttered, “White Lotus Master? Is she really that amazing?”
“Yes, she is!”
Yan Qiuyue nodded. Just as Su Muwan was about to check out the friend’s profile, Yan Qiuyue took her phone back.
Then.
Plop!
Tears instantly streamed down her face.
She let out a wail and threw herself into Su Muwan’s arms, sobbing, “Muwan!! Forget about that for now!!”
“My family is forcing me to get married!!!”
Su Muwan: ??
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