I Really Am a Big Star

"Hey, Poker Face, explain yourself clearly!" An Yi frowned.

Damn it, a hundred million!

He had worked his ass off, pulling every trick in the book, just to scrape together a measly ten million in assets.

And now, his head was being openly priced at a hundred million.

What a lavish offer—so tempting he almost wanted to turn himself in.

Lin Chen took out his phone and opened an app called "Martial Alliance." The top bounty listed was none other than An Yi’s name!

Even worse, the photo attached was of him in the Yelaixiang dungeon, wielding the demonic sword Dragon Fang.

Silver hair, crimson eyes!

His gaze alone radiated sharpness, an overwhelming aura of dominance!

"Holy shit, I love this pic! Send it to me, I’m making it my profile pic!" An Yi exclaimed excitedly.

Lin Chen shot him a disdainful look and warned, "You’re worth a hundred million now. Every mercenary and bounty hunter out there is gunning for you."

A hundred million!

An amount most people could only dream of.

Even for martial artists, it was a staggering sum.

After all, improving one’s martial prowess was an expensive endeavor.

But this was still a society governed by law—just because you were strong didn’t mean you could make money however you pleased.

Step even slightly out of line, and the Law Enforcement Bureau would kick down your door for a "community welfare check."

Bounty hunting, though a gray area, carried far less risk.

Those who made it onto the bounty list were all individuals with criminal records, stripped of legal protection.

The Law Enforcement Bureau tended to turn a blind eye to such matters.

Back in the dungeon, An Yi had slaughtered over a dozen people, including the Gourd Immortal, which had been classified as a crime.

But since the Gourd Immortal was a criminal himself, and An Yi had saved dozens of blood slaves, his actions were deemed justified, sparing him from arrest.

"Wait a minute, who took this photo of me in the dungeon? The quality’s insane—was there surveillance or something?" An Yi muttered to himself, lost in thought.

Lin Chen snapped, "Are you even listening, you idiot?"

An Yi grinned. "Relax, relax! I’ve been bored lately anyway. Bring it on—let’s see who dares come after me!"

"Take care of yourself. I’d rather not attend your funeral next time we meet," Lin Chen said coolly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked away.

Just then, Qin Yao approached, curiosity in her eyes. "What were you two whispering about?"

"Oh, An Yi said he doesn’t want the car anymore and deeply regrets his pervy behavior," Lin Chen deadpanned.

Qin Yao burst out laughing. "Since when did he get so shy?"

Lin Chen added, "Let’s go. Little Fu’s been discharged from the hospital. Uncle Qin wants us back."

Qin Yao hesitated. "But today, I wanted to get An Yi—"

"Little Fu’s been working for the Qin family since junior high. He’s practically family. As the young mistress, you shouldn’t let them down," Lin Chen said seriously.

Hearing this, Qin Yao lowered her head. "Alright, let’s head back first."

Age-wise, Little Fu was a year older than her. Though he was a servant, he’d dedicated himself to the Qin family. As their young lady, she had to handle such matters with care.

Besides, buying An Yi a car could wait.

When An Yi walked over, Qin Yao said apologetically, "An Yi, there’s something at home we need to deal with, so we have to—"

An Yi waved it off with a smile. "No worries. Honestly, the car thing—just give me the money—ahem! I mean, a real man doesn’t take handouts! I, An Yi, have my pride. You’d just make me feel guilty."

Lin Chen silently retracted the baton hidden in his sleeve.

Qin Yao’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at An Yi.

A man with unshakable pride—so cool!

After seeing them off and watching Lin Chen’s Tesla speed away, An Yi’s expression turned grave.

Someone was willing to pay a hundred million for his life?

Heh. Interesting.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, is this Sister Yan Zhi? Yeah, it’s me, An Yi. Help! SOS! Someone’s offering a hundred million to have me killed!"

Days passed in a blur.

Lan Ruoxi, busy with the preparations for An Yi’s company, skipped her military training under the guise of being sick.

Ding Renfeng and his gang of roughnecks were utterly useless when it came to business matters.

Left with no choice, An Yi roped in Bai Xiu, Qin Shan, and Liu Dachao to help with the company setup.

These three, though each more unreliable than the last, were at least economics majors at Donghai University.

But as it turned out, that didn’t mean squat.

An Yi was starting to question how they’d even passed the college entrance exams.

They could handle the basics, but when faced with real challenges, they were clueless.

Bai Xiu confidently claimed he could solve a problem, then promptly fell asleep and never woke up—figuratively speaking.

Frustrated, An Yi headed to a nearby job fair, hoping to stumble upon some talent.

"Being a boss isn’t as easy as it looks," he mused, yawning.

First, he needed to hire an HR manager, then let them handle recruitment.

No need to rush.

Come to think of it, he did have a secretary who could put on stockings in three seconds flat…

At the school gate, a commotion erupted.

A group of security guards formed a protective circle around a flashily dressed pretty boy, shoving aside the crowd.

"Make way, please! Keep it orderly!"

"Stay calm, everyone! No pushing!"

The guards worked hard to disperse the crowd, fearing an onslaught of overzealous fans.

The center of attention, Xu Zhe, smirked.

See?

This was the power of fame.

Celebrities always drew this kind of frenzied adoration from the masses.

An Yi raised an eyebrow. "So this is what a star looks like?"

"What’s this guy’s deal? Blocking the entrance at lunchtime?"

"Who even is he? Some kind of celebrity?"

"Never heard of him. Acting all high and mighty like he’s a big shot."

The murmurs around him made Xu Zhe’s smile falter.

He’d expected screaming fans, but it seemed he’d just gotten in the way of hungry students.

Maybe his sunglasses were hiding his good looks.

So he took them off and tossed his hair, ready for the deafening cheers.

Silence.

The lack of reaction was downright embarrassing.

Xu Zhe’s face darkened.

What the hell? Didn’t these kids watch talent shows? He was famous!

"Wait, isn’t that Xu Zhe?"

"Who?"

"Yeah, it’s him. What’s he doing at our university?"

The students whispered among themselves, utterly unimpressed.

"Some D-list celeb from a variety show, acting like he’s hot stuff."

The security team awkwardly maintained their formation, realizing their services weren’t needed.

Xu Zhe’s mood soured further.

Then, at the front of the crowd, a stunning short-haired girl held up a sign.

"Welcome to Donghai University!"

Xu Zhe’s eyes lit up.

Now this was more like it—a fan with looks that could rival any A-list star!

Xu Zhe was thrilled, his mind racing with schemes to charm his fans!

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