Ice cubes and liquor dripped down Li Xiujian's face, leaving him in a disheveled mess.
The situation instantly spiraled out of control.
"Get them!" Li Xiujian roared, throwing a punch.
Lu Mingye also saw red, directly grabbing a bottle from the table and charging forward.
Their respective entourages instantly clashed into a chaotic brawl.
The VIP booth area descended into pandemonium.
Screams, curses, and the sound of shattering bottles blended into a cacophony.
"Stop fighting! Stop it!"
The nightclub manager rushed over with a large group of security guards.
Everyone scrambled to try and separate the two brawling top-tier young masters.
"Young Master Li! Young Master Lu! Do me a favor, please stop!"
Even after being forcibly pulled apart by the crowd, Li Xiujian and Lu Mingye still glared at each other furiously, their chests heaving.
Li Xiujian wiped the liquor from his face, his eyes venomous enough to kill.
"Lu Mingye, you just wait."
"I'll be waiting," Lu Mingye replied, straightening his disheveled collar.
He was also sporting some bruises, but he refused to back down verbally.
"Anytime."
The farce ultimately ended with both sides wounded.
Meanwhile, in an inconspicuous corner of the nightclub.
Lu Mingshi coldly watched everything that had just transpire.
He watched his elder brother and Li Xiujian fight like two enraged bulls.
His face showed no anger, only a twisted, gleeful satisfaction at the spectacle.
He raised his glass and downed the strong liquor in one gulp.
A bunch of fools.
...
The nightclub brawl quickly became headline news within their circle.
However, the rumor that spread was that two of the three young masters of Jinghua had come to blows over an unknown woman, leaving both injured.
There was even a version that claimed all three of the young masters of Jinghua had fought over an unknown woman!
It became the freshest gossip among the circles of the wealthy playboys.
Lu Mingye recuperated at home for two days.
The bruises on his face hadn't yet faded.
But his mood wasn't bad.
He felt that although he hadn't won that night, he had held his honor.
He hadn't backed down when facing Li Xiujian.
He had thrown the drink in Li Xiujian's face.
That was something he could boast about for a long time.
Surprisingly, his father, Lu Chengsi, didn't scold him.
He only punished him with a month of house arrest, forbidding him from visiting those decadent entertainment venues again.
Lu Mingye was happy to have the quiet time.
He was already planning how to pursue that girl from the horse riding club once his confinement was over.
He had even forgotten the girl's name.
But that didn't matter.
...
On the other side, the Li household.
Li Xiujian's treatment was completely different.
The bruises on his face hadn't faded either.
He stood before his father, Li Hongji, head bowed, awaiting reprimand.
Li Hongji put down his cigar and looked at his unruly son.
"Fought with Lu Mingye?"
"Yes."
"What for?"
"He had a foul mouth." Li Xiujian was unwilling to go into details.
"I heard it was still because of that incident at the horse riding club the other day?" Li Hongji smiled, a hint of disdain in his grin. "How impressive."
Li Xiujian's head hung even lower.
"Look up," Li Hongji said.
Li Xiujian raised his head to meet his father's gaze.
"Did you lose?"
"No." Li Xiujian gritted his teeth. "I got my hits in too."
"Good that you didn't lose."
Li Hongji's tone was unexpectedly mild.
"People from our Li family cannot lose face outside."
"No matter the method—fighting fair, using underhanded tricks—the result is what matters most."
He stood up and patted Li Xiujian on the shoulder.
"However, don't resort to violence over such trivial matters next time."
"What is Lu Mingye anyway?"
"He's a useless good-for-nothing. Aside from being born into a good family, he's utterly worthless."
"Mo Zhenbang has a bit of cunning. But all the Mo family members are the same—hesitant and indecisive, incapable of great deeds."
A near-fanatic confidence flickered in Li Hongji's eyes.
"Take a longer view. Lu Mingye is just a useless fool. The real threat from the Lu family is Lu Chengsi."
"As for that Mo Zhenbang..."
Li Xiujian's gaze turned sinister. "He doesn't seem simple. Father, we need to be wary of him."
"Wary?"
Li Hongji laughed, his laughter brimming with disdain and arrogance.
"In Jingzhou, it's others who need to be wary of our Li family."
"Since when does our Li family need to be wary of others!"
"The future of Jingzhou belongs to the Li family."
He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.
"I just had Old Hei secure that piece of land from the Zhang family in the north city."
"The Zhang family?"
Li Xiujian was taken aback.
"Weren't they refusing to sell at all costs?"
"Hmph, he had no choice."
The corner of Li Hongji's mouth curled into a cruel arc.
"That old fool Old Zhang, relying on his seniority and refusing to know what's good for him."
"I had Old Hei 'invite' his son for a few days of 'tea.' After that, he signed everything."
"I heard the old man couldn't take the shock and jumped off a building."
"Good riddance."
Li Hongji's tone was as if discussing an ant.
"With him dead, the Zhang relatives are fighting tooth and nail over the inheritance. It saves us a lot of trouble."
This was the Li family's way of doing things.
Savage, brutal, leaving no loose ends.
"Xiujian."
Li Hongji looked at his son.
"You must remember. Money and power are the only reliable things in this world. As for face, that's something only the weak need."
...
The news of the Zhang family head's suicide quickly spread.
To ordinary people, it was just another tragedy in the saga of wealthy family feuds.
But in the eyes of some, it was a signal.
A signal for the final assault.
The Lu Family Study.
Lu Chengsi hung up the phone.
The call was from an old friend.
"Old Zhang... just like that, he's gone."
The voice on the other end was filled with grief and indignation.
Lu Chengsi remained silent for a long time.
The Zhang family was also one of the old-established families in Jingzhou.
Though not comparable to the Lu family, they were respectable.
The Zhang family head was an old-school businessman who had been upright his entire life.
Yet, in the end, he ended his own life in the most tragic way.
"I understand."
Lu Chengsi's voice was unusually calm.
He walked to the window and looked outside.
The nightscape of Jingzhou was as prosperous as ever.
But behind this prosperity hid too much sin and bloodshed.
The Li family, this malignant tumor, had rotted to its core.
If not excised, it would bring disaster to the entire city.
Lu Chengsi picked up the encrypted phone on the desk.
He dialed only one number.
"Brother Jingsheng."
"Brother Chengsi."
"The time has come."
Lu Chengsi's voice was cold as iron.
On the other end of the line, Mo Jingsheng was silent for a few seconds.
Then, he replied with just two words.
"Received."
Almost at the same moment.
Mo Zhenbang was standing before a huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city's nightscape below.
His phone vibrated.
It was an encrypted message.
On it, there were only two words.
"Begin."
Mo Zhenbang's face showed no expression.
He powered off his phone, turned around, and issued the command to the team poised and ready behind him.
"Begin."
An unprecedented financial siege against the Li family was now formally underway.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
