Looking at Long Aoyun's still calm and composed demeanor, Mao Rabbit's eyes sharpened as she said, "Right now, the Shura Gate covers the sky with one hand in Hong Kong Island. The Anjia Company they established is already a behemoth with a market value of hundreds of billions, and they are gradually digesting the former assets of the Paradise Organization. Their true wealth is unimaginable. Moreover, even Yilan Media is a cultural and entertainment giant worth tens of billions.
Now, with the Ghost Eagle Organization, this underground dynasty, the arms organization they provide, and the intelligence network built by the Underworld, the Shura Gate's development over the past two years has become uncontrollable."
Long Aoyun played with the fountain pen in his hand and said lightly, "Then how do you think we should handle it?"
Mao Rabbit's eyes suddenly became sharp, and she said in a deep voice, "Take them down in one fell swoop before the Shura Gate truly forms its scale!"
"What do you think of the strength of Lin Chen from the Shura Gate?"
Long Aoyun asked.
The sunlight refracted down, making his face look unclear.
Mao Rabbit pondered in a low voice, "Death God Lin Chen, his strength is very formidable!"
Lin Chen was the second-in-command of the Shura Gate, and his strength was unquestionable.
His skills were not even weaker than An Yi's.
"What about Chen Bing?"
Long Aoyun asked, spinning the fountain pen in his hand.
Mao Rabbit shook her head. "Chen Bing is known as Thousand Machines. He holds the position of the Shura Gate's strategist. In comparison, he is relatively low-key, and his strength is unclear."
"And Bai Xiu?"
Long Aoyun's spinning pen stopped as he asked again.
Mao Rabbit thought for a moment and answered seriously, "According to the information, it's said that Bai Xiu has contracted some kind of disease and is a dying man. He has been in a deep sleep all this time and doesn't have many records of taking action. This subordinate believes he is nothing to fear."
"The person in charge of intelligence can be fired."
Long Aoyun put down his pen. "Then what do you think of Fang Jueming?"
"Fang Jueming is An Yi's apprentice. He is at the Wu Family Martial Arts Dojo in Yunzhou. Moreover, he is only seventeen this year, not yet an adult, so we haven't investigated him carefully," Mao Rabbit said thoughtfully.
Long Aoyun continued to ask, "What about Xiao Ye?"
"Who is Xiao Ye?"
Mao Rabbit was a bit confused.
She had never heard of this name at all, not even knowing that the Shura Gate had such a person.
Long Aoyun said slowly, "You know nothing about the strength of the Shura Gate, and you're ready to make a move?"
Mao Rabbit was a bit unconvinced. Her lips parted slightly, then slowly closed.
"I'm not sure about the strength of An Yi and Lin Chen, but I have crossed hands with Chen Bing."
Long Aoyun paused for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Fifty rounds, and I couldn't take him down."
"What? Commander Long, you..."
Mao Rabbit looked at Long Aoyun in surprise, her face full of disbelief.
In their eyes, Long Aoyun, the God of War of Great Xia, was the representative of invincibility.
That inconspicuous Chen Bing was actually able to exchange fifty moves with him!
It was simply unimaginable!
This was already the strength of the Twelve Gods of the Temple of Gods!
"Bai Xiu's strength is a mystery, but he can mobilize the power of heavenly might! His strength can't be weak either!"
"As for Fang Jueming, I sent Haizhu to test him, and he failed to take him down."
"As for Xiao Ye... I have a faint premonition that he is the most deeply hidden person in the Shura Gate!"
Long Aoyun spoke solemnly, his eyes becoming sharp. "Do you still think the Shura Gate is easy to eradicate now?"
"This..."
Mao Rabbit paused slightly, her expression complex.
Long Aoyun slowly said, "I started paying attention to An Yi a long time ago and had already raised my guard. But I didn't expect his growth to be even faster than I imagined. If we had stopped him earlier, it might have been fine, but now... it's too late."
The Shura Gate, which was once unknown and seemingly built like a joke by a few young people, had already grown into a behemoth.
The Temple of Gods was still the number one organization in the world.
But if they were to fight against the current Shura Gate, they would probably have to pay an extremely heavy price.
"But, but could it be that we just let the Shura Gate grow wildly like this?"
Mao Rabbit's voice unconsciously rose a few notches.
Long Aoyun said lightly, "Over the past year, has the Shura Gate committed any evil deeds?"
Mentioning this, Mao Rabbit said in a low voice, "No, they haven't."
It was indeed true.
Whether it was Hong Kong Island, which once wreaked havoc on a region, or the Underworld, as well as Rakshasa, which gathered many elite assassins of the world, they all settled down during this period of being incorporated into the Shura Gate.
"Their business is cleaner than I imagined,"
Long Aoyun said lightly.
The Shura Gate deserved a lot of credit for making those who used to be a scourge to a region turn over a new leaf and behave themselves.
Mao Rabbit raised an eyebrow and said, "How is that possible?"
"An Yi doesn't look like a good person, but deep down, he has no intention of causing trouble for a region. The management tier of the Shura Gate—Lin Chen, Shangguan Qianqian, and Chen Bing—are all people who cannot tolerate a grain of sand in their eyes. Those guys who can't hold back their bad intentions and want to cause trouble can't stay in the Shura Gate either."
Long Aoyun slowly said, "The Shura Gate has indeed grown into a behemoth. But deciding to eradicate them just because they threaten our own power—that is not the style of the Temple of Gods!"
Sweat appeared on Mao Rabbit's forehead.
It was indeed true. All along, the Temple of Gods had never regarded absolute power as everything.
Their original intention was to guard Great Xia.
Not to purge opponents!
"Bai Ying, how long have you been with me?"
Long Aoyun asked softly, his hands behind his back, looking at the falling flowers drifting outside the window.
"Five hundred years," Mao Rabbit said in a low voice.
"Time flies so fast."
Long Aoyun said lightly, "It's been a thousand years. The Temple of Gods has been too peaceful. It's time for some stimulation."
Mao Rabbit didn't speak.
Only with absolute strength could one talk about power.
She firmly believed in this.
"Leave the Shura Gate to me to handle."
Long Aoyun looked out the window. The blooming flowers had all fallen, and the branches were slowly sprouting new green leaves.
Early summer had quietly arrived.
...
Yunzhou City.
"This drama is terribly shot. The male lead is too ugly,"
An Yi said, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the TV.
As the big boss of Yilan Media, An Yi felt deeply grieved by this kind of quality. It was a pity for such a beautiful female lead.
The most infuriating thing was that there was actually a kissing scene in it!
Shangguan Qianqian rolled her eyes at him, placed a stack of documents on the table, and said in a cold tone, "Don't change the subject. You must finish reading these documents!"
"I'm looking, I'm looking."
An Yi put down the sunflower seeds in his hand, forced himself to perk up, and started reading.
"The procedures with the Law Enforcement Bureau have been completed. Xingming Island is now officially zoned as the territory of the Shura Gate," Shangguan Qianqian said lightly.
An Yi scanned it carefully and asked in a deep voice, "How are the original residents arranged?"
"They have been properly resettled," Shangguan Qianqian said.
"OK!"
An Yi looked carefully and signed his name. "Next up is the construction work of Xingming Island."
"Yes, I will supervise it well," Shangguan Qianqian said solemnly.
"You should give yourself a vacation too. Leave this kind of thing to others."
An Yi smiled helplessly, pressed Shangguan Qianqian's shoulders, and pushed her down into the seat. "Let me give you a massage and rub your shoulders. Have you not been sleeping well lately?"
"A little,"
Shangguan Qianqian said.
"Look how haggard you are."
An Yi sighed. "Why can't those guys step up? Why are there so many lazy bums in the Shura Gate!"
"Because when the top beam is crooked, the bottom beam will be slanted,"
Shangguan Qianqian said, a serious look appearing on her cold face.
An Yi: "..."
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
