A moment later.
The waiter brought over two plates of cake and placed them on the table, smiling at Qin Luo and Su Muwan as he gestured, "Hello, these are your desserts. Please enjoy at your leisure."
Qin Luo glanced at the cakes and immediately noticed that they had been tampered with.
If an ordinary martial artist were to eat them, they would surely die from poisoning, or at the very least, lose all strength and abilities temporarily.
He shook his head and chuckled softly, "A bunch of idiots."
How ridiculous to think they could poison us with this method.
Just as the waiter, who had intended to leave, was about to depart.
"Wait a minute."
Su Muwan suddenly spoke up, her brow furrowed as she looked at the waiter and asked, "What's going on here?"
"How did you make this cake? It tastes like crap! Did you change chefs?"
Tastes like crap?
The assassin disguised as a waiter was momentarily stunned. He glanced down at the mousse cake and thought it looked exactly the same as the picture...
Isn't it supposed to look like this?
But...
As a professional assassin, he picked up the two plates with a smile and said, "Alright, I’ll take them back and have them remade."
As the waiter left and turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Had they been discovered?
After the waiter left.
Su Muwan leaned over to Qin Luo and whispered in his ear, "Qin Luo, did you notice anything?"
"Notice what?"
"Ugh, today just feels off."
Su Muwan was a bit frustrated that Qin Luo seemed so oblivious. She explained, "Think about it. I mean, sure, I’m probably popular and all."
"But!"
Su Muwan cleared her throat and glanced around at the crowd of enthusiastic people surrounding them. "But it's not like I'm *that* popular, right?"
"I’ve been observing and sensing... and it seems like everyone here..."
Su Muwan paused, her eyes narrowing, "They all have an undercurrent of killing intent."
Clap, clap.
Qin Luo clapped his hands, looking momentarily stunned. "Miss Su, you’ve finally noticed."
"Impressive. Miss Su, you actually figured out on your own through deduction and intuition that these people are not normal."
He praised her, "That’s a major step forward!"
"Hmph! Of course!"
"Uh..."
Su Muwan initially enjoyed the praise but then realized Qin Luo might be implying she was slow on the uptake.
She glared at Qin Luo, too lazy to argue with him, and instead huffed, "Well, those cakes definitely have something wrong with them."
"Don’t eat any of it, and let’s find a reason to leave quickly."
She calmly stated, "This place is not safe for long!!"
However, after this analysis, Su Muwan noticed that Qin Luo’s expression was rather odd.
"Qin Luo, what are you doing?"
"What am I doing...?"
Qin Luo gave a strange look to Su Muwan who was being so cautious. He extended his hand and tapped her on the forehead, which she curiously watched.
In Su Muwan’s bewildered gaze, Qin Luo smirked and said, "Miss Su, you are currently... the strongest in the world."
"The strongest... and then...?"
"And then... when a bunch of insects come to challenge you, your first thought is to leave?"
"Uh..."
Su Muwan was momentarily stunned, then laughed awkwardly, "I just got used to it, heh heh."
"I hope you’re just used to it, and not the kind of person who would waste their cultivation just to prove their innocence if someone falsely accuses you."
"Do I look that stupid to you?"
"Yes!"
"???"
Su Muwan swatted away Qin Luo's hand, then glared at him, "Then what should we do next?"
"Do I really need to tell you?"
Qin Luo’s lips twisted into a mischievous grin as he teased, "Follow my lead."
A moment later.
The waiter brought over two more plates of cake, his expression polite and service impeccable.
Making sure everything was foolproof, he said, "Hello, these are your cakes."
As the cakes were placed on the table.
Qin Luo and Su Muwan exchanged a glance.
Then.
Qin Luo turned to the waiter and said, "We’ve decided we don’t want them. Please return them for a refund."
Return them?
The waiter frowned, maintaining his smile, "I’m sorry, sir, but the cakes have already been made, so we can’t refund them."
"However, this round is on the house. You can enjoy them before you leave."
The waiter’s thoughts: I don’t really care about making money, as long as you eat those poisoned cakes!
Yet.
It was unclear which part of his statement triggered something.
"Hey."
Qin Luo suddenly stood up, glaring at the waiter, "Hey, hey, hey, boy, do you even know who you’re talking to?"
"Free? What? Are you implying that Miss Su here can’t afford to pay the bill?"
With that said.
Slap!
"Ugh—!"
Qin Luo went straight for a big slap across the face, cursing, "Useless!"
In the kitchen.
"He slapped him! He slapped him!"
A group of assassins, like they had discovered something, excitedly whispered to each other, their eyes gleaming.
"No wonder the employer wanted a video of Qin Luo getting slapped!"
"So that’s why!"
Everyone suddenly understood.
Like when you solve a puzzle as a kid, assassins love trying to figure out why employers put certain orders on the dark web.
But.
"Why would he suddenly slap someone like that?"
"Were we discovered?"
"Impossible, we were so covert."
Most importantly, Qin Luo... actually slapped the waiter, who was disguised as the strongest assassin from the Blood Pact?
The waiter-assassin, holding his stinging cheek, tilted his head, his mind reeling.
Wh-what... is going on...
I... got slapped?
Over such a reason??
Buzz!
In an instant, his reasoning went out the window. The waiter grinded his teeth and turned to Qin Luo, roaring, "You’re asking for it!!"
With that shout.
Swish!
A dagger instantly appeared from his sleeve.
The killer technique! Son! You’ll regret this!
However.
"Hmph!"
A cold hum echoed, followed by an icy chill.
Crackle, crackle!
The air filled with the sharp sound of freezing.
"Wha—!"
The waiter felt his limbs instantly freeze, unable to move.
Horrified, he looked at his rapidly freezing arms.
How fast, how overwhelming!
This is Su Muwan’s power?!
He suddenly realized they had been exposed all along.
Before he could think further, he bellowed, "Act now!!!"
With that shout.
Clang, clang, clang!
All the other assassins disguised as customers in the café drew their weapons and charged furiously at Su Muwan and Qin Luo.
They were shocked. How could they have been discovered when they were so covert?
However.
"You’re seeking your own demise!"
Su Muwan’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
With just a delicate lift of her slender fingers, her fingertips glowed with a frosty light.
In an instant, crackle, crackle!
The temperature in the entire café plummeted, and the air frosted over.
"Shit!!!"
"What?!"
Everyone's pupils shook in astonishment, their faces drained of color.
What they saw was that just as they charged out.
Their arms and legs had been instantly frozen into ice by Su Muwan’s fierce ice-cold energy.
They all stood in place, their expressions frozen stiff: "....."
"Alright."
Qin Luo calmly walked forward, his expression kind as he looked at the group. "Now, let us negotiate the ransom for all of you."
Su Muwan, with one hand on her hip, slightly lifted her chin, her expression calm despite the situation.
Until she glanced around the entire café, began to wonder.
Wait, so you’re all here just to hunt me for money??
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
