You don’t mess with a tiger’s rear end.
Especially a tigress.
An Yi knew he couldn’t stay at this school any longer—lingering might cost him his life.
That woman Yan Zhi could kill him!
Just as he stepped out of the school gate, An Yi paused and glanced toward the roadside.
A trash bin seemed to shift slightly.
“Someone’s there?”
An Yi frowned.
Who would hide in a place like this in the middle of a scorching day?
Then, in a flash, a group of people rushed out, brandishing bats and clubs.
“Hey, you slob in flip-flops! You see a guy in a denim jacket around here?”
A punk with an earring sneered at An Yi.
Slob?!
Him?!
“He went that way—I saw him duck in there.”
An Yi’s eyes flashed with murderous intent as he pointed toward a high-end club nearby, dead serious.
“Brothers, after him!”
The earring guy grinned and led the charge as seven or eight thugs stormed into the club.
An Yi shook his head at the sight.
These idiots had no fear—they’d pick a fight anywhere!
Sure enough, moments later—
Crash! Bang! Thud!
The sounds of chaos erupted, followed by screams.
An Yi shrugged and turned to leave.
Just then, the trash bin toppled over with a clatter, spilling garbage everywhere.
A young man crawled out from the mess.
Denim jacket… No surprise, he was probably the one those thugs had been chasing.
“Thanks for the save.”
The guy gave An Yi a grateful nod before bolting in the opposite direction.
An Yi sighed. “Kids these days! Why can’t they just live straight? Stirring up trouble, no discipline—what kind of future is that?”
Suddenly, another crowd surged down the street.
An Yi stepped back, clearing the way for these wannabe gangsters.
Then, another group appeared from the opposite direction.
An Yi’s brow furrowed.
A brawl brewing?
Perfect. He loved watching fights.
And the leader of one side… was a girl?
An Yi took a closer look. Yep, a pretty one at that.
Petite but not too short—he guessed around 5’4”. Compact but well-proportioned, with legs that looked longer than they were.
Jet-black bob cut, delicate features, big eyes, snow-white skin—adorable at first glance.
Except for the iron pipe in her hand. That ruined the vibe.
Her smudged smoky eye makeup and clip-on nose ring didn’t help. Neither did the tattoos snaking up her arm and neck, paired with a perpetually pissed-off expression as she chewed gum. Cute, but with a serious “don’t mess with me” edge.
The nose ring was crooked, the makeup uneven.
Zero effort.
Were these two groups about to throw down?
An Yi’s heart raced. Damn, he should’ve bought popcorn and soda.
This was his kind of entertainment.
But then, the opposing group stopped in front of the girl. A bald, muscular guy bowed his head respectfully. “Boss Nie, we couldn’t find Wang Yuan.”
An Yi’s eyebrow twitched.
Wait, what?
They were on the same side? So much for the show!
“You didn’t find him? What about Chengzi and the others?”
The girl—Nie Qinglan—glared, her voice icy.
“They got into a fight with the bathhouse guys… and lost. Now they’re being held for ransom.”
The bald guy looked ashamed.
“Useless! Can’t even catch one guy! Did a donkey kick your brains out? Why pick a fight with the bathhouse?!”
Nie Qinglan gritted her teeth, barely holding back her rage. She took a deep breath, then pointed at An Yi. “Leopard, this is your last chance. Screw up again, and you’d better start practicing your seppuku.”
Every eye turned to An Yi.
He blinked.
He was just a bystander! What did this have to do with him?
Couldn’t catch their guy, so they’d take it out on him?
Ridiculous!
“Got it!”
The bald guy—Leopard—cracked his knuckles and advanced.
An Yi gaped. “Chotto matte! We don’t even know each other!”
Leopard smirked. “Oh, we don’t, huh—”
“Move!”
Nie Qinglan smacked Leopard aside and swaggered up to An Yi, blowing a bubble. “Name’s Nie Qinglan. Remember it. One day, this name’ll shake all of Jiangbei City.”
An edgelord?
An Yi suppressed a sigh.
An edgelord leading a pack of delinquents—great.
“Got it. Loud and clear.” An Yi nodded solemnly.
The best way to handle edgelords? Play along.
“Good boy.” Nie Qinglan smirked, then waved her hand. “Boys, beat him up!”
“Yes, boss!”
Seventy or eighty thugs answered in unison.
An Yi’s jaw dropped.
Before he could react, the mob charged.
“Wait! Boss Nie, what did I even do?!” An Yi yelped.
Nie Qinglan shrugged. “You stole Wang Shengli’s girl. That enough for you?”
Wang Shengli was her underling?
An Yi’s stomach dropped. Of course—this all traced back to Yan Zhi!
That woman was nothing but trouble.
Seventy-odd armed thugs? Even he couldn’t take that many.
So he struck first.
A single sweeping kick—like a whip cracking through air—sent one guy flying.
Thud!
Clean. Efficient.
The thug skidded five meters before stopping.
The crowd froze. This flip-flop-wearing pretty boy packed a punch?!
“So cool!” Nie Qinglan blurted, eyes wide.
Catching the stares around her, she coughed and scowled. “You morons! Seventy against one and you’re losing? Keep going!”
An Yi used the distraction to put distance between them. Even in flip-flops, he scaled the compound wall in three steps, looking down at the crowd.
“This is unfair. You’ve got numbers—how about a one-on-one?”
He could escape anytime, but where was the fun in that?
Nie Qinglan twirled her pipe and jerked her chin at Leopard. “Wants a duel? Leopard, show him what we’re made of!”
“With pleasure!”
Leopard cracked his knuckles as the crowd cleared a space.
An Yi dropped down, flipping him off. “Baldy, you’re weak. Five hits. That’s all I need.”
“Leopard, wreck this punk!”
“You’re dead, pretty boy!”
The crowd roared, itching to see his head split open.
Leopard’s face darkened. “You asked for it!”
He lunged, fist aimed at An Yi’s face.
Bam!
An Yi sidestepped and countered with a punch of his own—knuckles colliding with a bone-jarring impact.
Both men took a step back.
The crowd gasped in shock—Leopard's punches were known to be heavy enough to crack sandbags, yet this kid had managed to block one!
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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.
