Xu Mu looked at the group of people in the distance. Some of them had already raised their weapons high even before they reached here.
He immediately unbuckled his seat - belt. "Get out of the car quickly! I don't want my car to be destroyed."
"You come from a wealthy family. Can't you just get another one?"
Jiang Huihui said unhurriedly.
"I'm afraid of the hassle."
As Xu Mu spoke, he had already opened the car door and got out.
Seeing that Xu Mu had got out of the car, Meng Wanyue quickly followed suit and stood in front of Xu Mu.
"Everyone, what's going on? I have no grudges against you. Have you got the wrong person?"
Xu Mu tried to stay away from his car and asked, looking at this group of people.
"Are you Xu Mu?"
The leading man sneered.
"No, I'm from the Feng family,"
Xu Mu said indifferently.
"Boss, we got the wrong guy..."
"Get the fuck out of here!"
The leader slapped the head of the little minion beside him. "I have a photo. Attack! Don't let any of them go!"
Whoosh!
A dozen people all rushed towards Xu Mu.
At this time, Jiang Huihui also got out of the car. If it were just these ordinary people, she wouldn't get any reward points.
Seeing this, Xu Mu retreated behind Meng Wanyue.
These small fries could be easily dealt with by Wanyue.
"Mr. Xu, leave it to me!"
Meng Wanyue strode forward.
"Beauty! I really don't want to hit you!"
A strong man, seeing such a beautiful girl, shouted while gripping the threaded steel bar in his hand tightly and slamming it down hard.
Although this girl was beautiful, the price offered this time was just too high.
If they could succeed in this matter, each of them would get one million. If anyone was more valiant, there would be an additional one - million - yuan reward.
With this money, he could live a care - free life in a small county town for more than a decade.
Swish!
Just as the threaded steel bar was about to hit Meng Wanyue's head, it suddenly stopped.
Meng Wanyue raised her hand and easily caught it.
Seeing this, the strong man tried to pull out the threaded steel bar.
But he found that the steel bar was like it was welded to Meng Wanyue's hand and he couldn't pull it out at all.
Bang!
Meng Wanyue kicked the strong man in the stomach.
The strong man suddenly flew backwards, knocking down four or five people in a row.
Another man came at Meng Wanyue with a machete.
Meng Wanyue held the threaded steel bar and swung it hard.
Crack!
Sparks flashed in the darkness, and the machete of the other person broke on the spot.
Bang!
The next moment, Meng Wanyue's leg had already reached the man's waist.
He let out a wail and flew out.
"Wanyue! Behind you!"
Xu Mu reminded in a hurry. A man took the opportunity to go around behind Meng Wanyue and swung the threaded steel bar hard at her neck.
"I see it!"
Meng Wanyue suddenly turned around and also swung the threaded steel bar.
Clang!
A sound of metal collision rang out.
The violent vibration of the metal made the man's whole arm go numb.
He was in so much pain that he couldn't hold on, but he found that this woman was not affected at all.
Was she a monster?
As this thought just emerged, he felt a daze in his head and then lay on the ground.
However, these people here were not stupid. Their main target this time was Xu Mu.
Since they couldn't beat this woman, they all bypassed her and rushed towards Xu Mu.
But their speed was no match for Meng Wanyue.
In just over a dozen seconds, almost all of these people were lying on the ground.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, a man's roar broke the surrounding silence.
Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue turned around simultaneously and found a burly man wearing a hood had already put a knife to Jiang Huihui's neck.
"Xu Mu! Tell your bodyguard to stop, or I'll chop her head off!"
Seeing that both Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue were stunned, the burly man couldn't help but smile. "Xu Mu, is this girl your girlfriend?"
"No!"
Xu Mu shook his head.
"Come on! Do you think I'll believe that? Kneel down for me, or I'll disfigure your girlfriend first!"
The burly man shouted coldly at Xu Mu.
"This..."
"Still not kneeling?"
The burly man roared.
"Go ahead and disfigure her. We're truly in love. I won't mind even if she becomes ugly."
Xu Mu stood there with his hands in his pockets and smiled.
"You... Do you think I dare not?"
Gritting his teeth, the burly man swiped the machete towards Jiang Huihui's face.
"Xu Mu, are you being too heartless? Can't you show a little concern?"
Jiang Huihui clamped the blade between two fingers and said somewhat discontentedly.
The burly man beside her stared in disbelief and was completely dumbfounded.
He tried to pull out the machete but found he couldn't.
"Ma'am, even if I'm going to show concern, it should be for someone else."
Xu Mu shrugged helplessly.
Bang!
Jiang Huihui gently kicked the burly man's knee, and he let out a howl and fell to the ground.
"Go back. You made me get my hopes up for nothing. Give me back my chewing - gum!"
Jiang Huihui pouted slightly.
She had thought she was going to make some achievements, but unexpectedly, they were just a bunch of weaklings.
"What's the rush?"
Xu Mu said with a smile.
Before coming here, he had already sensed through his perception that there was a person sitting beside a big tree under the road.
At this moment, that person had stood up and was walking towards them.
In just a few breaths, a man in black clothes and a black hood appeared in front of them.
"Judging from your reaction and strength just now, you should be a martial artist of the ancient school. As expected of the young master of the Xu family, having such a powerful bodyguard."
This middle - aged man said calmly.
"Since you know she's a martial artist of the ancient school, why do you still dare to come?"
Xu Mu looked at him and smiled.
"Among martial artists of the ancient school, there are also differences in status."
As soon as the middle - aged man finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his left foot.
Crack!
The powerful hidden strength caused a footprint - sized depression on the asphalt road under his foot.
His figure rushed forward instantly, and the dagger in his hand swiped towards Xu Mu's neck.
Bang!
Just then, Jiang Huihui flashed in front of Xu Mu.
With her hands in the pockets of her casual clothes, she delivered a high roundhouse kick, hitting the middle - aged man's dagger.
Whoosh!
The dagger flew out immediately and fell under the road.
A smile appeared on Jiang Huihui's valiant face. "What do you want to do? It's illegal for a martial artist of the ancient school to attack an ordinary person."
"Illegal? The law is just a rope to bind the weak. Do you think it can restrict me? Let me tell you, the strong make the law!"
The middle - aged man shook his wrist and lunged at Jiang Huihui.
"Mr. Xu!"
Meng Wanyue quickly grabbed Xu Mu and retreated rapidly. The matter of fighting should be left to Jiang Huihui.
Her primary task was to ensure Xu Mu's safety.
Boom!
The middle - aged man's fist collided with Jiang Huihui's foot.
There was a dull sound in the air.
The middle - aged man took a few steps back, his eyes full of disbelief.
He was at the peak of the hidden - strength realm, just one step away from the qi - gong realm.
In terms of pure strength, he was actually no match for this woman.
Could her realm be even higher?
At this time, Jiang Huihui, with her hands in her jacket pockets, strode towards the middle - aged man.
The gentle night breeze blew her casually scattered long hair, giving a great sense of oppression.
Swish! Swish!
At this moment, the middle - aged man put his hands behind his back and suddenly threw two darts at Jiang Huihui.

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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?"

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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.”