Gu Hongyun was furious.
Why would such a stunning girl be with a loser like that?
He hadn’t relied on his politically connected parents—starting from scratch, he’d built two companies by the age of twenty-five, amassing a fortune worth hundreds of millions!
He was one of Jiangbei City’s Top Ten Outstanding Young Entrepreneurs!
Yet even with his success, none of the women he’d been with had ever matched this level of beauty.
At this moment, he was genuinely jealous.
"You damn fool, are you saying my six-hundred-yuan-a-case Feitian Maotai is fake?" An Yi’s gaze turned icy as he rolled up his sleeves, looking ready for a fight.
Looking for trouble?
He’d never been one to back down.
"Calling it fake isn’t wrong. Six hundred yuan can’t even buy a single bottle of real Maotai!"
Seeing An Yi, who didn’t look particularly strong, Gu Hongyun smirked dismissively.
He’d trained in Muay Thai!
One punch from him could smash through wooden planks—let alone this guy, who aside from being slightly taller, didn’t seem physically impressive in any way.
Plus, with a beauty watching, showing off his strength would be a nice bonus.
Luxury cars lined the street, and quite a few people had noticed the commotion.
"An Yi? What’s this guy doing here?"
Inside a Porsche, a young man with a crooked neck rolled down the window. When he saw Gu Hongyun facing off against An Yi, his expression changed. "Oh no, Brother Gu’s gonna get killed!"
Back then, even Red Poison—a ruthless underground fighter—had been beaten half to death by An Yi in the ring.
How could an ordinary guy like Gu Hongyun stand a chance?
"Brother Gu, s-stop! Don’t do it!"
The crooked-necked man, Qiu Xu, scrambled out of the Porsche.
Gu Hongyun spotted him and said, "Qiu Xu? Didn’t expect you here too."
Jiangbei City wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small either.
People like Qiu Xu and Gu Hongyun—rich second-gen heirs and politically connected elites—all moved in the same circles.
Qin Yao didn’t interact much with them, but she was still part of that world, so it was normal for them to know each other and attend the same birthday parties.
Qiu Xu grabbed Gu Hongyun’s arm and whispered urgently, "Brother Gu, don’t bother with him."
Gu Hongyun, full of arrogance, shook him off and snapped, "Why not? This punk deserves a beating!"
Seeing that persuasion was useless, Qiu Xu simply said, "Red Poison almost died by his hands."
Gu Hongyun: "..."
"Red Poison was taken down by him?!"
"Shit!"
Now what?
If he backed down, the gorgeous girl and all his high-society friends were watching—losing face wasn’t an option.
But if he fought, he might end up dead. He wasn’t delusional enough to think he could beat Red Poison.
Gu Hongyun shot Qiu Xu a desperate look.
"Damn it, pull me back now!"
Cold sweat dripped down his back as An Yi rolled up his sleeves further.
Just then—
A tall, broad-shouldered man in a black suit—Lin Chen—walked out of the villa with a stern expression. "Guests, please proceed inside in an orderly manner. No disturbances in the courtyard. Thank you for your cooperation."
"Hmph, consider yourself lucky this time! But mark my words—there won’t be a next time!"
Gu Hongyun straightened his tie, relieved, and turned to leave after delivering his empty threat.
But the moment he turned, he froze.
An Yi was already standing right in front of him.
His spine turned to ice.
When the hell did he get here?!
"‘Handle today’s business today, and improve every day.’ That means if I dislike someone, I settle it immediately."
An Yi grinned, flashing white teeth. "And buddy, I really dislike you. You want to wait for next time? I don’t."
Gu Hongyun paled. "W-we’re civilized people! What do you think you’re doing?"
"Guess!"
An Yi’s fist shot out like a bullet, aimed straight at Gu Hongyun’s face.
Gu Hongyun’s face drained of color.
Thud!
Lin Chen intercepted, blocking An Yi’s punch with precision.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
After all they’d been through—narrow escapes, life-and-death situations—their relationship was still rocky, but they had shared history.
Yet here Lin Chen was, protecting this trash?
Gu Hongyun gasped for air, drenched in cold sweat.
That punch would’ve crippled him.
He owed his life to this bodyguard.
Lin Chen lowered his fist and said coolly, "It’s Qin Yao’s birthday. No bloodshed today. Wait until the party’s over—kill him on the way out."
An Yi nodded. "Fair point."
Gu Hongyun: "..."
"Yamete! Help!"
"All I said was your liquor was fake! That’s not a death sentence!!"
"Hey, neck still messed up?" An Yi greeted Qiu Xu cheerfully.
Qiu Xu forced a smile. "Thanks to you, yeah."
An Yi beamed. "I’ve got a family secret—massage and acupuncture. Guaranteed to fix that neck in three days. Only 300,000 yuan. Interested?"
Qiu Xu: "..."
"You’re the one who messed up my neck, and now you want to profit off it?!"
If he weren’t terrified of An Yi, he’d have lunged at him already.
Lin Chen cut in coldly, "Everyone, please head inside."
As An Yi walked off with his liquor, Qiu Xu patted Gu Hongyun’s shoulder. "We’re all here for Qin Yao. Don’t stir up trouble."
"This is humiliating!" Gu Hongyun clenched his fists, face pale with rage.
In a normal story, he’d get to insult the guy a bit before getting his comeuppance.
But this bastard skipped straight to murder after two sentences!
"A walking disaster. Stay the hell away from him."
The Qin Family Villa was even more extravagant than expected.
In a city like Jiangbei, where land was worth its weight in gold, owning this much property spoke volumes about their wealth.
"Why are you here?" Lin Chen asked An Yi, frowning.
An Yi scoffed. "Why can’t I be?"
Lin Chen’s frown deepened.
Today was Qin Yao’s birthday, and every eligible bachelor in Jiangbei with any status had shown up, hoping to win her favor.
After all, Qin Yao was Qin Zhengwei’s only daughter—stunningly beautiful, with a fortune waiting for whoever married her.
But Lin Chen never expected An Yi—this particular toad—to show up.
And unlike the others, Qin Yao actually had feelings for him.
A highly toxic, lethal toad.
Lin Chen glanced at Shen Muxuan, who was looking around curiously beside An Yi.
Seemed like his girlfriend. If Qin Yao saw he was already taken, maybe his presence wouldn’t be so bad.
"Where’d you even get that fake liquor? You’ve been carrying it around forever," Lin Chen remarked dryly.
An Yi’s expression darkened.
One person calling it fake pissed him off.
Two people? Now he was suspicious.
And since he’d bought it from Chuanfang International Supermarket… he was starting to doubt himself.
He set the box down solemnly. "No good tools around. Just carrying it for exercise. I’ll take it back later—just messing around."
Lin Chen: "..."
After An Yi entered the Qin Family Villa, three more guests arrived at the entrance.
Leading the group was a stern-faced middle-aged man, followed by a delicate-looking young man with bandaged fists and a chattering, sparrow-like girl with twin ponytails.
"Little Ming, let me tell you, Qin Yao may be gorgeous, but don’t you dare get any ideas about her. She’s super picky about boyfriends, and a straightforward guy like you isn’t her type. Plus, you’re still too young!"
"Uh, Shuangshuang, I’ve never even met Qin Yao."
"I don’t care! You’re not allowed to like her. Who knows if you’re secretly some pervert hiding behind that serious face?"
The doorman stopped the trio and said, "Please present your invitation— Oh! You—you’re Director Wu!"
At the sight of the cold-faced middle-aged man, the doorman’s expression lit up with excitement, his eyes filled with admiration.
Wu Tong—the "Axe-Fist"!
A legendary martial artist of Jiangbei City!
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?!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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!
