Upon hearing the trembling voice of the thug utter An Yi's name, the expressions of everyone present changed instantly.
Ding Renfeng's face turned icy. "Are you sure it's him?"
The thug nodded. "It's him. I'd recognize him even if he turned to ashes."
This was the same thug An Yi had kicked into a trash can—the one who had witnessed him shattering Hou Long's leg. That scene had been nothing short of a bloodbath!
The corners of An Yi's lips curled slightly as he spoke calmly, "It's only been two days, and you're back to causing trouble? How's Long ge doing? Send him my regards."
"You—"
The thug gritted his teeth but said nothing.
Long Bro was inherently brutal, willing to do anything to get his way, and the thug had never liked him much. So, whatever.
Ding Renfeng smiled. "So, you’re the one who beat Hou Long."
An Yi found it slightly odd—this guy didn’t seem angry at all!
“Feng, stop wasting words on him! Take him down!”
The surrounding thugs shouted aggressively.
In terms of combat ability, Ding Renfeng was on a whole different level compared to Hou Long.
"I don’t need your help!"
Zhang Fan wiped the blood from his lips and spoke coldly.
Being saved by An Yi only made him feel even more furious inside.
An Yi scoffed. "Wasn’t planning on it. But this is a hospital—Aunt Zhou needs peace and quiet to recover!"
Ding Renfeng assumed a stance and waved a hand. "Kid, enough chit-chat. One-on-one. Win, and this guy’s yours! We’ll back off, and what happened with A Long? We’ll let it slide."
"Let it slide? Who says I’m forgiving you?"
An Yi took a step forward, cracking his knuckles loudly.
Back at the bun shop, when he fought Long Ge, he had already sworn—he would beat these scumbags every time he saw them.
"Arrogant bastard!"
Ding Renfeng finally lost his temper, clenching his fist and launching a sudden attack.
He was a trained fighter, far superior to Brother Long.
The force behind his punch was terrifying.
But An Yi moved even faster—like a sprinting leopard—his fist flying at Ding Renfeng’s face with blinding speed.
BAM!
Ding Renfeng’s face twisted grotesquely from the impact.
Like a leaf caught in the wind, his long hair fluttered before he crashed hard onto the ground.
Instant knockout?
Their invincible Brother Feng, the underground fighting champion—taken down in one hit?!
The dozen or so thugs froze, unsure what to do.
Brother Feng could take on seven or eight of them single-handedly.
If this kid could drop Brother Feng with one punch, wiping out all of them would be child's play.
"You guys—next!"
An Yi rolled his shoulders, grinning.
The moves he’d learned from that chicken-eating old man seemed to have refined the erratic energy inside him, making it flow smoother than before.
Before, defeating someone like Brother Feng—a top-tier fighter among ordinary people—would’ve taken effort.
Now? One punch was enough. Two opponents? Two punches!
The thrill of his power skyrocketing was almost intoxicating.
"Brothers, let’s rush him together! No way he can take us all!"
The burly, sunglasses-wearing thug who’d ambushed Zhang Fan barely finished speaking before a whip-like kick smashed into his face.
The brutal impact sent him flying nearly five meters before he hit the ground.
"Next!"
An Yi tucked his hands back into his pockets, slowly retracting his leg—his movements impossibly cool.
"This…"
The thugs were trapped between a rock and a hard place.
Fight? No chance of winning.
Run? Their reputations in Jiangbei City would be ruined.
"Everyone, stop!"
Ding Renfeng struggled to his feet, shielding his men with a raised hand. "You’re in a league of your own. I admit defeat. I struck first, so do what you want with me—but spare my brothers."
“Brother Feng!”
The thugs’ eyes welled up with tears.
Even with his swollen cheek resembling a pig’s head, Ding Renfeng’s dignity remained unshaken.
An Yi said coldly, "Get lost. Like I said—if I see you in Jiangbei City again, I’ll beat you every single time!"
"Thank you for your mercy. I am Ding Renfeng. If you ever need assistance, I won’t refuse."
Ding Renfeng spoke solemnly.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
Ding Renfeng? "Ding-Ren-Feng?"
How many dictionaries had his parents flipped through to land on such a… suggestive name?
Once defeated, Ding Renfeng didn’t linger, quickly ushering his gang away.
Hearing the commotion, Lan Ruoxi and Shen Muxuan hurried down.
"Dr. Zhang, are you…?"
Lan Ruoxi stared at Zhang Fan, who was sprawled on the ground.
Zhang Fan forced himself up, limping away without a word.
Fury burned inside him—an all-consuming rage.
He would become stronger. Stronger than anyone.
He’d crush everyone who’d wronged him today.
Especially that bastard!
Lan Ruoxi bit her lip. "Did I do something wrong? Why…"
"Don’t mind him. He’s just got a screw loose."
An Yi shrugged, though his expression remained sharp.
There was something familiar about that guy’s aura—like a vicious stray dog.
Vindictive, greedy, and utterly selfish. Even he found it unsettling.
Why the hell was someone like that a Chosen One?
Ding!
[Main Quest: "Defy the Heavens, Seize Fate" Progress: 1/9 Complete! Evil Power Value +100! Reward: [Asura Godhood Fragment 1/9] Acquired!]
An Yi froze.
1/9 already?!
This was a main quest!
He felt like he’d barely done anything—how was it already 1/9 done? At this rate, he’d collect the full set of Asura Godhood Fragments in no time!
Godhood.
His body burned with excitement.
If he could obtain a true Godhood… did that mean he could become…?
"Hah…"
An Yi exhaled sharply, forcing himself to stay calm.
This was only 1/9. Eight more fragments remained.
But he would return to that world.
Ding!
[Chosen One: "Zhang Fan" detected. Will host recruit him into your faction?]
Faced with the YES/NO prompt, An Yi hesitated, then tapped the faction description.
[Faction Details]: Chosen Ones possess immense potential and power. Recruiting them unlocks faction-specific quests to secure their loyalty.
The system’s explanation was slightly clearer this time.
An Yi quickly understood—this was about whether he wanted to make Zhang Fan an ally.
Without hesitation, he tapped NO.
Like hell I’m taking in trash. And I’d have to do his quests too?
…The button didn’t work.
The NO option was grayed out. An Yi’s face darkened. He closed the window outright.
Fine. I just won’t choose at all.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
