"Sir, are you joking? You're not another friend of Wang Lou, are you?"
The woman said with some helplessness.
"Who's Wang Lou? Never heard of him."
Xu Mu said to the woman, "Just write up the invoice, I'm in a hurry."
Zhao Zihan looked at Xu Mu's expression; it didn't seem fake. "Sir, I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
"What's going on?"
Xu Mu asked with a frown.
"That Wang Lou and I were high school classmates. Ever since I started working here, he's been pestering me almost every day. Because I won't agree to be his girlfriend, he keeps sending his buddies to specifically ask for me, deliberately wasting my time."
As Zhao Zihan spoke, a look of disgust flashed in her eyes.
After all, she's in sales, part of the service industry. Sometimes, even if she knows they won't buy anything, she can't show it too obviously.
If she gets reported, they'll deduct money from her pay.
Because of this, last month she barely made more than the base salary of a little over a thousand yuan.
She had been planning to resign these past few days. If you can't deal with it, can't you just avoid it?
"I see. So there really are people with so little grace, using such methods to pursue someone."
As Xu Mu spoke, two guys with dyed yellow hair appeared at the main entrance in the distance.
One of them was wearing a leather jacket and pants, with bean shoes on his feet, and was very skinny.
His face looked like a monkey's, with wide-set eyes.
"Where's Zhao Zihan? I'm looking for Zhao Zihan, we chatted on the phone."
The man started shouting as soon as he entered.
Seeing this, Xu Mu showed a look of sudden understanding. So they were 'internet tough guys', no wonder they'd use such methods.
Seeing the lead yellow-haired guy, Zhao Zihan immediately said to Xu Mu, "Sir, let's go process the invoice."
"Okay."
Xu Mu nodded.
"Zhao Zihan! Where are you going? Running away when you see a customer like me? Do you believe I'll report you?"
Wang Lou spotted Zhao Zihan in the distance and walked over with a smile.
"Sir, I am currently handling business for this client. Please wait a moment."
Zhao Zihan turned and said to Wang Lou.
"Well, well, not easy, finally got a real customer."
Wang Lou had now come beside Xu Mu. He asked nonchalantly, "Kid, what car are you buying? This is my girlfriend, I can get you a discount from her."
"Who's your girlfriend?"
Zhao Zihan couldn't take it anymore and snapped, "Wang Lou, if you keep this up, I'll call the police!"
"Go ahead and call, I haven't done anything to you."
Wang Lou wore a shameless, brazen expression.
Seeing this, Xu Mu shook his head slightly. These 'internet tough guys' possessed something most people lacked: confidence.
"Buddy, no offense, but when picking a girlfriend, you can't just look at her appearance."
Xu Mu said to Wang Lou.
Hearing this, Wang Lou gave Xu Mu a thumbs up. "You're right, kid. You really can't just look at appearance, you gotta focus on the heart too."
"No, you misunderstood. I meant, you can't just look at her appearance, you should also look at your own appearance."
Xu Mu waved his hand with a smile. "Take a look in the mirror. Are you two really a match?"
Zhao Zihan couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
"You bastard, you calling me ugly?"
Wang Lou's face turned icy.
"I didn't say that."
Xu Mu said calmly. "If she's not interested, just find another target. A forced relationship isn't sweet."
"Heh, kid, you know what the first thing I did after graduating high school was?"
Wang Lou sneered. "It was beating up my teacher. Giving me a lecture? Fine! I'll give you a good lecture later."
After saying that, Wang Lou left with the other yellow-haired guy.
"Sir, I think you should call the police. Wang Lou has many friends like this. Be careful they might cause you trouble."
Zhao Zihan's face was full of worry.
"Don't worry. They'll be the ones needing to call the police, not me."
Xu Mu shrugged with a smile. "Go write up the invoice."
"Okay."
Zhao Zihan nodded.
...
Xu Mu paid in full upfront, avoiding the cumbersome procedures of taking out a loan.
After paying, he added Zhao Zihan's contact and sent her the address of his villa in Jiang City.
He asked her to deliver the car directly to that address and just hand the keys to the security guard at the gate.
After checking the address, Zhao Zihan was utterly stunned.
That address was in Jiang City's villa district. No wonder this person was so free with his money.
"Sir, we still need to pick a license plate later."
"No need, you can handle it. I want something messy, not easy to remember."
Xu Mu bought this car precisely for disguise, so he definitely couldn't have a license plate that was memorable at a glance.
"Alright."
Zhao Zihan nodded in agreement.
After Xu Mu left, just as he reached the road outside,
several modified electric scooters blocked his way. Though there were only five scooters,
each one carried three people, a full fifteen 'internet tough guys'.
Wang Lou, now holding a steel pipe, walked towards Xu Mu. "Kid, get on your knees and call me grandpa."
Xu Mu shook his head slightly. Using his perception to glance around, he spotted a dead-end alley and immediately ran towards it.
Seeing this, Wang Lou quickly jumped onto a scooter. "What are you standing around for? Chase him!"
The whole group followed behind Xu Mu. When they saw him run into a dead-end alley, Wang Lou, however, wasn't in a hurry anymore.
They blocked the alley entrance with their scooters, each holding a steel pipe, swaggering over.
"Brother Monkey, is this the kid who stole your girl?"
A bald youth walked over, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
"That's right."
Wang Lou took a few steps forward, grinning. "Kid! Run now. Weren't you good at running?"
"What do you want?"
Xu Mu asked calmly, hands in his pockets.
"What do we want?"
As he spoke, Wang Lou spat on the ground. He took a step back and said, "Get on your knees, lick this clean, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, you'll definitely regret it."
"Kid, hurry up. When Brother Monkey gets angry, blood spills for miles."
The bald youth pointed his steel pipe at Xu Mu and sneered.
Xu Mu smiled, taking his hand out of his pocket, holding a Desert Eagle.
Seeing this, the dozen or so 'internet tough guys' present all burst out laughing.
"Damn! Buddy, what good does scaring the hell out of your daddy do you?"
The bald guy clutched his stomach, his face full of mockery.
"You seem quite the talker. Let's start with you then."
Xu Mu aimed at the bald youth's knee and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Like a firecracker, the sound echoed in the dead-end alley.
The bald guy looked at the bloody hole blown through his knee, not processing it at first.
A few seconds later, he clutched his knee, collapsed to the ground, and let out a pig-slaughtering howl. "Ah!"
The remaining people, seeing this, were scared out of their wits.
It was real!
Then, what kind of person stood before them needed no further thought.
On Dragon Country soil, anyone who could produce something like this was definitely a big shot.
Whoosh!
The group turned and tried to run. Because the alley was narrow, they pushed and shoved, all falling to the ground.
"Anyone who dares move another inch, I'll chop off both their arms, so they can never ride a scooter again in their life."
Xu Mu's voice came calmly.
Hearing this, no one present dared move a muscle. They believed this big shot meant what he said.
"Come here."
Xu Mu pointed at Wang Lou.
"G-great... big brother, I failed to recognize your true worth. I was wrong, I was wrong..."
Wang Lou was so scared that his face turned deathly pale. He immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed frantically.
"Spitting casually is very uneducated. Come here and lick up the spit on the ground," Xu Mu said calmly.

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.”

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?"

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.

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.