"Hmm?"
As the door to the storage room was kicked open, Bihu realized that Li Mucheng was nowhere to be seen. Aside from a pile of miscellaneous items, there was nothing else inside.
"Hiss... Impossible? The girl's scent..."
Curious, Bihu stepped into the storage room and only noticed the issue when he spotted an irregular gap in one of the wooden boards.
"Ah... What a cunning little girl... But this thrill of the chase, Uncle here loves it~"
With that, Bihu slowly opened the hidden door in the storage room and chased after Li Mucheng.
......
"Well, well, as expected of a renowned tycoon in Shu City. Even the small items in the house are of considerable value."
While cleaning up the battlefield, a few greedy mercenaries began wandering around the manor. After all, their mission was to scout for any remaining dangers, and they couldn’t return until they found their target.
One of the mercenaries picked up a watch from the ground. Judging by its brand, it was worth a hefty sum. Without hesitation, he pocketed it.
A teammate nearby wasn’t pleased and jabbed him with the butt of his rifle. "Hey! Lao San, that’s not fair. We’re all on a mission here, and you’re just picking up loot?"
Lao San rolled his eyes at the speaker, pushing the rifle butt aside with one hand as he stood up. "What’s the big deal? Jealous that I found some cash? If you’re unhappy, go find some yourself. These things aren’t going to be confiscated anyway. We’re all risking our lives here, aren’t we? It’s all about making some extra money. Besides, most of the bodyguards have already been taken out by Bihu and the old man. It’s safe now."
"Hiss... You’ve got a point. In that case, I won’t hold back either..."
Before the man could finish his sentence, a gunshot rang out from nowhere. In the blink of an eye, a bullet struck his head, and he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
"Ah... Ah! Enemy attack!"
Lao San stared in shock at his teammate, who had been speaking to him just a second ago and was now lying dead in front of him. However, as a seasoned mercenary, he quickly regained his composure. Like the others, he took cover and returned fire in the direction of the gunshot.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
As the bullets rained down, the dusty walls were instantly riddled with holes.
"Cease fire! Cease fire!"
One of the mercenaries shouted, and the surroundings fell silent. Everyone’s eyes were fixed in the direction they had been shooting, but there was no sign of resistance. They exchanged uneasy glances, none willing to be the next casualty.
"Tch, a bunch of cowards."
The man who had called for the ceasefire spat out the cigarette he had been chewing on and strode forward with his rifle. In his mind, no one could withstand such a barrage of bullets, especially since the wall was practically torn apart.
Under the watchful eyes of his comrades, the man reached the wall without any trouble. The others breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the danger had passed, and a few even stepped out from their cover.
"Huh? Where’s the..."
"Bang!"
Before the man could finish his sentence, another gunshot rang out from a different direction, and he too fell into a pool of blood.
The few who had just stepped out of cover quickly retreated, terrified of being the next victim.
"Quick... call for reinforc—"
"Bang!"
The man who had poked his head out to speak met the same fate as the others, cut down mid-sentence.
The remaining mercenaries buried their heads even lower. It was clear they had bitten off more than they could chew. They had faced strong opponents before, but those battles had been evenly matched. This, however, was a one-sided slaughter. They hadn’t even seen their enemy, yet their comrades were falling one after another. How were they supposed to fight back?
"Bang!"
"Ugh..."
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
......
Amid the screams echoing in Lao San’s ears, he completely lost his fighting spirit. To him, this place had become a living hell.
"Ugh... Reinforcements... reinforcements..."
The once cheerful Lao San, who had been grinning after pocketing the watch, was no longer smiling. He frantically fumbled for the radio communicator on his chest. Just as he pressed the talk button, a cold gun barrel pressed against his forehead.
"Zzz... Zzz..."
The radio emitted static, followed by the voice of someone from the team. "Wang Lao San, what are you doing? You’re holding the radio but not saying anything. Report your status!"
Wang Lao San looked up at the young but deadly handsome man standing before him. His cold, emotionless face and deep, abyss-like eyes exuded an overwhelming pressure. Just meeting his gaze was enough to crush one’s spirit. Trembling, Wang Lao San raised his hands in surrender.
"Hey! Wang Lao San, respond!"
"Bang!"
......
"Zzz... Zzz..."
"Hey? Wang Lao San? Hey!"
"What’s going on?"
The mercenary leader walked over with a stern expression, sensing something was wrong from the radio operator’s reaction.
"Boss, something’s happened to Wang Lao San’s team. The entire squad has gone silent, and the last sound we heard was gunfire."
"I heard it too. It came from inside the manor. Seems we’ve got an uninvited guest. Tell Bihu to bring the target back. The old man will take the second team and go greet our guest."
"Understood."
The old man, who had been toying with a grenade, stood up expressionlessly. He exchanged a glance with the team members and then strode toward the manor......
"Huff... Huff..."
Ye Feng stared at the bodies on the ground, his breathing steady and his expression blank. Strangely, the first time he saw someone fall by his hand, he felt no fear or tension. Instead, he became even calmer and more composed. Although these men were villains who deserved their fate, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the system was changing him, erasing his humanity bit by bit, turning him into a machine that only carried out missions.
"No, I need to find Li Mucheng first."
After a brief rest, Ye Feng picked up a pistol from Wang Lao San’s hand. Just then, a flashbang rolled to his feet.
"Damn it!"
"Wham!"
A blinding white light filled the air. Ye Feng quickly rolled behind cover, but the ringing in his ears persisted. Fortunately, his robust physique allowed him to endure the discomfort.
Seriously... This is never-ending...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
