Xu Mu was filled with surprise—what did this woman want with him?
However, since she had signaled him, he certainly wouldn’t pretend not to notice.
He pulled the car over to the side of the road, and Xiao Ran smiled as she opened the rear door and slid inside.
"Beautiful lady, what’s the matter?"
Xu Mu glanced at Xiao Ran’s strikingly pretty face through the rearview mirror.
That short haircut, in particular, suited her features perfectly.
"Director Xu, right? I’d like to have a chat with you," Xiao Ran said with a smile, leaning back against the seat.
"You didn’t wait here just for me to get off work, did you? If you’re close with Wanyue, you could’ve just come up to see me directly."
Xu Mu’s eyes narrowed slightly—her breathing and voice sounded off, likely due to an injury.
But that wasn’t surprising. Given the storyline, Xiao Ran’s missions were always high-stakes.
She usually helped the Dragon King search for rare treasures to enhance his power.
Competing for such treasures meant facing not ordinary opponents but top-tier hidden families and even powerful sects.
Walking away unscathed after snatching treasures from them? That was no easy feat.
"I didn’t want Wanyue to know. I’m just… genuinely curious about you, Director Xu. I have some information on you."
Xiao Ran wore a faint smile as she studied Xu Mu’s face through the mirror. "Who would’ve thought that a rumored playboy would actually be a martial artist?"
"A martial artist? What are you talking about?" Xu Mu feigned confusion.
"Ha. You sensed my presence even with your back turned and instantly dodged five meters away. Even a late-stage Dark Force expert couldn’t pull that off."
Xiao Ran crossed her arms and sighed. "You’ve hidden yourself well."
Xu Mu’s heart raced—as expected of the Dragon King’s right-hand woman. She wasn’t simple at all.
Keeping his expression calm, he replied, "I’m not a martial artist. I’m just a healer who picked up some energy manipulation techniques to treat illnesses."
"Oh? Then Director Xu must be quite impressive."
Xiao Ran raised a thumb, leaning forward to grip the front passenger seat’s headrest. She stared at Xu Mu and asked, "So, Director Xu, what’s wrong with me?"
"You’re not sick. You’re just injured."
Xu Mu started the car and eased into motion. "Your complexion is dull, and your breathing rhythm is off—signs of chronic oxygen deprivation. It’s throwing your body out of balance. Your sleep and mental state haven’t been great lately, have they?"
Xiao Ran’s smile vanished instantly. Her visible eye widened like a bell.
"See, you’re agitated now. Your blood pressure’s rising, and your lungs are under strain. I’d say a coughing fit is coming."
Xu Mu watched her through the mirror and added, "Let’s hope there’s no blood. If there is, things are serious."
"Director Xu, you— cough! cough!"
Before she could finish, Xiao Ran’s body convulsed with uncontrollable coughs.
She quickly pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and pressed it to her mouth.
After over a dozen coughs, she finally steadied herself. Glancing down at the bloodstains on the cloth, she clenched her fist around it.
Xiao Ran couldn’t believe it—just who was this man?
How did he know so much?
She was certain Meng Wanyue hadn’t told him.
Because when Meng Wanyue was sent here on her mission, Xiao Ran hadn’t been injured yet.
"No blood, I hope?" Xu Mu asked with a smile.
"Director Xu, you’ve got some skills. Then guess—how did I get this injury?"
Xiao Ran’s smile returned.
"Can’t tell just by looking. I’d need to check your pulse for more details."
Xu Mu shook his head. "But your boss… really isn’t human."
Xiao Ran’s gaze turned icy. "Director Xu, you shouldn’t speak carelessly."
"I’m not. Your injury is clearly an old wound, yet your boss didn’t let you recover properly before sending you back to work. This recent injury isn’t severe, but it triggered your old condition."
Xu Mu spoke evenly. "Am I wrong about your boss?"
"My boss saved my life!" Xiao Ran snapped.
"A stray hen gets rescued too. You think it’s out of pity, but people just want the eggs. Once it’s spent, the whole family gathers for chicken soup."
Xu Mu’s tone remained indifferent.
"Director Xu sure has a way with words."
"Just stating facts. A skilled person like you? Anyone would want you. If you were in danger, I’d save you too."
Xu Mu paused. "We’re almost at my place. Where do you need to go?"
"I’m coming with you. I want to see Ye Tong and Ye Yu. No point hiding it now—my boss is your wife’s younger brother."
Xiao Ran broke into another violent coughing fit.
Xu Mu stayed silent, accelerating slightly. He’d already known.
Now he was considering whether to pull Xiao Ran into his own camp.
According to the plot, she still had several near-fatal injuries ahead.
She was also a fiercely loyal woman. If he helped her a few times, she might just switch sides.
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Xu Mu pulled into the villa’s garage.
"Ye Yu should be home. My wife will be back later."
He led Xiao Ran toward the villa.
Xiao Ran kept her hands tucked in her coat pockets, following behind.
They entered the living room, where Ye Yu was sprawled barefoot on the sofa, watching TV.
When she spotted Xu Mu, she grinned. "Brother-in-law’s back… Who’s this woman?"
Xiao Ran studied Ye Yu’s relaxed demeanor and nodded inwardly—just as Meng Wanyue had reported.
Initially, the Dragon King had heard that Ye Tong had married a wastrel. Fearing she was being mistreated, he’d sent Meng Wanyue to investigate.
Ye Yu’s expression alone proved she was living well in the Xu household.
"Ye Yu, don’t misunderstand. There’s nothing between me and Xu Mu."
Xiao Ran smiled. "But I am close with your brother."
"My brother?"
Ye Yu bolted upright, a thin man’s face flashing in her mind. "Ye Chen?"
"That’s right." Xiao Ran nodded.
"He’s alive?" Ye Yu’s eyes widened in disbelief.
"Very much so."
Xiao Ran settled onto the sofa. "I’ll explain everything once your sister gets back. But first… Director Xu, could you take a look at my injury?"
She blinked at Xu Mu.
"My services don’t come cheap," Xu Mu said flatly.
"No problem. I’ve got money." Xiao Ran grinned.
"I don’t want money. Never mind—let’s check first."
Xu Mu sat beside her, taking her wrist to feel her pulse.
Ye Yu gaped. Her brother-in-law knew medicine?
This scene was surreal—like a cow playing the piano.
Then again, back at the Xu family estate, Xu Mu had shown some knowledge of herbs.
Xu Mu’s expression turned grave.
Seeing this, Xiao Ran tensed. "Director Xu, just say it."
"I need to see the wound," Xu Mu said, meeting her eyes.
"But my wound is..."
Xiao Ran clutched the C-grade Heavenly Thunder strike on his chest.

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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.”