"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...

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.”

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!