What a stupid woman!
Chen Shaohui stood to the side as Sun Ziyi called Xiao Zhan an idiot. But he felt that Sun Ziyi was just as stupid as Xiao Zhan. She clearly knew Qian Yiming would retaliate, yet now, the most important thing was to quickly distance themselves from Xiao Zhan and Su Muqiu to avoid suffering the same fate.
But Sun Ziyi had to go over and defend Su Muqiu?
How was that not stupid?
Chen Shaohui glanced outside at Qian Yiming, who was writhing on the ground. It took a full two to three minutes before he could even sit up. The explosive force of Xiao Zhan’s kick was clear for all to see.
“He really is ruthless!”
Chen Shaohui was secretly shocked. Qian Yiming was the chairman of the City Martial Arts Association. His physical condition and martial arts foundation were far beyond that of ordinary people. The fact that Xiao Zhan could kick him into serious injury with one blow meant that Xiao Zhan’s skills were definitely not below his.
Looking at Xiao Zhan now, Chen Shaohui's expression grew solemn and wary. The previous disdain and ridicule were completely gone.
"Brother Yiming, are you okay? Woo woo..."
The young woman squatted next to Qian Yiming, crying as she struggled to help him up. Qian Yiming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of murderous intent as he glared at Xiao Zhan like a vicious wolf, and said coldly, "I really underestimated you. If you can get out of Ruiding Shopping Mall alive today, I'll change my surname to yours!"
After saying this, he took out his phone to call for backup.
Xiao Zhan didn't bother with him and asked the salesperson directly, "How much in total for all the clothes in your store?"
"Nine...nine hundred and forty-eight thousand, seven hundred and sixty-three..."
The salesperson who had looked down on Xiao Zhan now didn't have the arrogance to do so. She calculated for a long time with the order forms and calculator, and when she spoke, her voice was trembling. She thought to herself: "Could this guy wearing tattered clothes actually be a hidden rich young master? Otherwise, how dare he hit Qian Yiming? This is a huge windfall!"
If Xiao Zhan really bought all the clothes in the store, the saleswoman could get a commission of about 50,000 yuan, almost half a year's salary.
"You, come over here."
But just as the salesperson was overjoyed, Xiao Zhan suddenly reached out and pointed to another salesperson across from her.
"Me?"
The salesperson was startled.
Xiao Zhan nodded. "Yes, you. Please help me swipe this card. All the commission from the clothes will go to you."
As he spoke, he took out a black card.
"This is..."
The salesperson was stunned for a full ten seconds before reacting. She was extremely excited, as if a big meat pie had fallen from the sky and happened to land on her head. She hurried over and respectfully took Xiao Zhan's black card, nodding. "Please wait a moment, sir!"
The previous salesperson was completely dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning.
50,000 yuan in commission!
"Muqiu, are you sure this guy just got out of prison?"
Xiao Zhan's composure made Sun Ziyi feel somewhat unsettled. She couldn't help whispering, "Can he really take out over 900,000 yuan? Look, his bank card is pitch black with only English on it. I've never seen it before. Could it be a fake he's using to bluff us?"
"... "
Su Muqiu frowned. She couldn't answer any of Sun Ziyi's questions because she also knew nothing about Xiao Zhan's past.
"Shaohui, have you seen this before?"
Sun Ziyi looked back at Chen Shaohui.
"No."
Chen Shaohui shook his head. As the young master of a wealthy family, he had bank cards from almost every bank, but he had never seen the black card Xiao Zhan took out.
He also doubted that Xiao Zhan was exaggerating!
Clank!
Just as everyone was staring at the black card, wondering if it was real and if Xiao Zhan could actually withdraw money with it, a sudden sound came from behind.
Looking back, they saw Qian Yiming standing at the store entrance. His whole body seemed to be petrified as he stood frozen there, his right hand still held to his ear in the motion of making a phone call, but his phone had slipped from his grasp and fallen on the floor by his feet.
His originally fierce face was now full of intense shock!
Gulp...
After swallowing hard, Qian Yiming mumbled to himself in a voice only he could hear: "How can this be? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How can Universal Bank's limited edition Black Supremacy card be in this punk's hands?!"
The Black Supremacy Card!
Sun Ziyi hadn't seen it before, Su Muqiu hadn't seen it before, and Chen Shaohui had never seen it either. But Qian Yiming, as the son of Quan City's richest man Qian Bancheng, had seen it before!
Though only in pictures. This was the first time he had seen the actual card!
Because this kind of black card was so rare!
Universally issued in limited quantities, with a credit limit of 10 billion and interest-free! Moreover, its value could not be measured in money alone.
It was a symbol of status and identity!
Without exaggeration, possessing a Black Supremacy Card of this level meant you could make trains stop running, force planes to land, and even temporarily close ports when necessary!
And those who held the Black Supremacy Card were all super tycoons who had made outstanding contributions to the global economy!
Previously, Qian Bancheng had also tried applying for one, but the reply was that he did not meet the eligibility criteria!
The richest man in Quan City, with nearly 10 billion assets, didn't even meet the eligibility criteria. This showed how difficult it was to obtain this card. That was why Qian Yiming was so shocked!
He simply couldn't believe his eyes!
"This punk..."
"A super tycoon???"
Qian Yiming felt his brain could hardly keep up. In the middle of making the call, his phone had fallen to the ground, but he didn't even bend down to pick it up. There was only one thought left in his mind:
"Is that card real? Is it Xiao Zhan's own? Did Xiao Zhan steal it? Pick it up? Snatch it?"
At this moment, the salesperson pushed the POS machine in front of Xiao Zhan and prompted, "Sir, please enter your password."
Password!
Everyone's eyes shifted from Qian Yiming back to the Black Supremacy Card, full of puzzlement, anticipation, and worry.
Everyone except that young woman.
She didn't care what kind of black card Xiao Zhan had taken out, whether there was money in it, or if he could buy all the clothes in the store. In her eyes, even if Xiao Zhan really had money and could buy everything here, so what? Who in the whole of Quan City could compare to the Qian family? Who could compare to Qian Yiming?
"Brother Yiming, what's wrong with you?"
The young woman bent down to pick up the phone and handed it to Qian Yiming. Seeing that the call was still connected, she urged, "Brother Yiming, hurry up and call people over to beat that arrogant fool to death..."
Slap!
Before she could finish speaking, Qian Yiming swung his hand and slapped her in the face.
A stinging pain.
"Brother Yiming, why...why did you hit me?"
The young woman covered her face, instantly stunned as she stared at Qian Yiming in disbelief. "If you don't call someone soon, they'll pay and run away..."
"Run your ass! Get lost!"
Another slap landed on the young woman's face, knocking her to the ground. Qian Yiming angrily yelled, "Don't block my view!"
Qian Yiming's eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at Xiao Zhan without moving, not even daring to breathe heavily. His heart pounded wildly...
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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?!
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.”
