"You can go home now."
Upon hearing these words from Xu Mo, the expectation on the fringe woman's face instantly vanished.
She was thunderstruck, frozen in place.
At that moment, she even began to doubt if her ears were playing tricks on her.
She had been thinking that after losing, Xu Mo would give her some kind of kinky little punishment...
But she never imagined, not in her wildest dreams, that the punishment would be this!
Xu Mo's casually spoken words had thoroughly wounded the fringe woman's young heart.
She had prepared herself, but now Xu Mo didn't want to play?
And he was telling her to go home?
This level of insult was unprecedented!
At this moment, the fringe woman felt utterly humiliated.
Her eyes even started to redden slightly as she turned and left.
It was too embarrassing!
Meanwhile, in the livestream chat:
"???"
"What the hell kind of person is this? He spent the money and just let her walk away like that?"
"I've already got my lotion ready, and this is all I get to see? Seriously?"
"Is Xu Mo impotent or something?"
"If he can't do it, let me have a go! I'm more than capable! What a waste!"
"..."
However, Xu Mo couldn't care less about what the viewers in the chat were thinking.
He did this simply to find a place to sleep for the night.
He was in the country now and couldn't recklessly use his ID to book a hotel room.
He had to find someone else to help.
The fringe woman was a perfect choice.
Because their activities were also not meant for public eyes, especially not for the police.
In terms of privacy and security, it offered some guarantees.
...
That night, the pursuit team received information from the show's production team.
Twenty new challengers had been added to the program, paired into ten teams, and all of them were currently in Jiangcheng City.
The new ten teams, plus Xu Mo's team, made eleven teams in total.
This meant that the pursuit team now had to catch not just Xu Mo, but ten other teams of fugitives as well.
At first glance, this seemed to increase the difficulty for the pursuit team.
But in reality, how could this be increasing the difficulty for them?
These ten teams were clearly sent by the production team as whetstones.
They were meant to help the pursuit team regain their confidence and get back in the groove!
After chasing Xu Mo for so long,
Not only the viewers but even the four members of the pursuit team had begun to waver, starting to wonder... was there really a problem with their methods and abilities?
However now, the opportunity to verify their capabilities and prove themselves had arrived.
As soon as he received the news, Han Fei immediately decided:
"Let's put Xu Mo on hold for now. We'll go back to the country and catch those other ten teams first."
"Is that... okay? Are we just going to ignore Xu Mo?" Li Chen looked at the Anman Hotel in front of him, suddenly hesitant.
"We're not ignoring him. It's just that our current state isn't right. We need a few successful captures to get back in the groove. Once we're back in form, we can come back for Xu Mo. Who knows, we might even be more efficient then," Han Fei explained.
Hearing this, the other three also felt that Han Fei's words made sense.
Their current state really wasn't quite right.
They needed to quickly adjust their mindset.
Once they were back in form, it wouldn't be too late to come back for Xu Mo.
And who knows, it might turn out just as Han Fei said.
By then, they might be even more adept at catching Xu Mo!
So, the pursuit team booked the earliest flight, preparing to return to Jiangcheng City as quickly as possible to apprehend these ten new teams that had joined the game.
...
Early the next morning.
The pursuit team arrived in Jiangcheng City.
A new round of the cat-and-mouse game began with slightly modified rules.
The twenty challengers who had applied, been selected by the production team, and paired into teams, had now become the new 'criminals'.
The Jiangcheng City police and the pursuit team had already been informed of these fake fugitives' identities and were formulating plans to capture them.
These 'criminals' had the same task as Xu Mo - to avoid capture.
The ten teams were hiding in different locations.
But unlike Xu Mo when he first joined the show,
They knew their identities from the start and were aware of the game rules.
Moreover, they could learn from Xu Mo's experience as a successful participant.
They were all human beings with two eyes and a nose.
If Xu Mo could evade capture for so long, why couldn't they?
If Xu Mo could successfully rob a bank, why couldn't they?
If Xu Mo could successfully blackmail the pursuit team, why couldn't they?
If Xu Mo could...
Thinking about all of Xu Mo's past actions,
Many people were already getting restless.
As a result, one team that didn't know its own limitations was already preparing to emulate Xu Mo.
"Brother, instead of passively running away, why don't we take the initiative? I say we go rob a bank too. One gold bar is worth 380,000. If we grab just a few, we'll be millionaires... Damn it, let's go big or go home!"
"Great idea, let's do it!"
A similar scene was unfolding in another team.
"Bro, want to pull off something big?"
"I was thinking the same thing. What should we do?"
"We can rule out robbing a bank or stealing from a museum right off the bat. We don't have Xu Mo's hacking skills. How about blackmailing the production team? That doesn't seem to require much technical know-how!"
"Sounds good to me! Let's blackmail the production team then. Let's discuss how exactly we should do it..."
There were even some daring ones who were already thinking of imitating Xu Mo's method of applying for a pilot position at an airline company, preparing to escape from Jiangcheng City as quickly as possible...
After some discussion,
Three teams had formulated what they believed to be perfect plans.
And they were all ready to put them into action.
However... how could the average person easily imitate the things Xu Mo had done?
At the bank.
Two robbers, wearing stockings over their heads and wielding kitchen knives, suddenly burst in.
"Don't move, this is a robbery!"
"Everyone put your hands on your heads and get down!"
Even if they hadn't shouted, the people who had come to the bank to withdraw money could have guessed their profession.
After all, the outfit of holding kitchen knives and wearing stockings on their heads was too eye-catching.
It was obvious at a glance that they were here to rob the bank.
Moreover, no one intended to play the hero.
After all, these two robbers were holding kitchen knives, and no one wanted to risk getting stabbed just to be a hero.
It wasn't worth it.
As for the robbers wanting to rob the bank... let them rob!
After all, they were stealing the bank's money, what did it have to do with them?
Almost everyone chose to cooperate at this point, obediently putting their hands on their heads and crouching down.
Seeing that they had scared everyone into submission, the two robbers immediately realized - they were already halfway to successfully robbing the bank.
They even thought about putting down their knives and putting their hands on their hips - We're so awesome!
They walked to the counter with their kitchen knives.
Waving the knives a couple of times through the bulletproof glass: "This is a robbery, hand over all the gold bars, or we'll kill you!"
The teller was dumbfounded.
Robbers trying to rob a bank with kitchen knives?
And threatening to kill her through bulletproof glass?
Were they joking? Even if the kitchen knives got blunt, they still couldn't break through bulletproof glass!
She was completely at a loss...

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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!

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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.”