Tailor-made exquisite cheongsam outlined the woman's graceful figure, but her hair was disheveled, and her face was devoid of makeup.
She listened intently to the sound of departing vehicles from the window, complaining towards the interior of the room, "It's just a short stay, do we really need such a big fuss? I bet they won't come on a midnight flight."
With that, she sat down at the vanity, picking up a comb to smooth her hair.
Inside the room, a man stood up to pour himself a glass of water, "You know it's just for a few days, just bear with it."
This remark ignited the woman's anger. She put down the comb, "Was that promise to stand by me still valid a few days ago?"
The man, with a headache, covered his forehead, fully aware of the woman's little schemes: "Be reasonable, I started dating after we divorced for a year or two. What does she have to do with being an interloper?"
Seeing the woman about to interrupt, he waved his hand, "Don't use caring about me as an excuse again. I don't mind if she tricks me, why are you so anxious?"
"During these years of remarriage, I haven't even visited Qi Ao. It won't shake your beloved son's inheritance of the family head, so don't make things unpleasant for everyone."
As the man spoke, the woman's face grew darker, her voice squeezed out from between her teeth: "Your beloved son? What do you mean by that?"
"Alright, alright, it's my fault."
The man stepped forward to soothe the woman, "It's something the elders and my father have always agreed on, I can't change it."
"Well, I still don't like it. Don't expect me to give him a good face."
The woman swatted away the man's comforting hand and turned away.
"You're so foolish..."
The man didn't know what else to say, taking a deep breath to suppress his emotions.
"The matter is settled, do it well. If you only do half, you'll just end up frustrated, and the elders won't appreciate the half you did; they'll think you shouldn't have started at all. Don't do something that's hard work and gets you nowhere."
...
"Brother, are you really leaving?"
Seeing his brother Qi Yuan disembark and walk away without hesitation, Qi Ao hugged Qi Yuan's leg.
In a foreign place, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, he was panicking inside.
Although he had stayed in a villa in Jidu for a few days and had at least met Gao Changze, trusting him enough to follow him was something Qi Ao was too scared to do.
However, Qi Yuan remained unmoved, "Your father isn't my father."
Under his brother's stern gaze, Qi Ao, feeling the pressure, let go of his grip.
In this situation, he came up with a quick idea, "I'll share my father with you."
You really are a filial son, no wonder the first thing you said when you heard your dad was alive was "How is my dad still alive?"
"No need, my dad is still alive, in prison."
Uncle is a law-abiding citizen, following the proper procedures.
In this world with various abilities, it's only a matter of whether someone is qualified enough to find evidence, not a matter of not being able to find it.
Abilities like rewinding the scene, lie detection, etc. If an E-level can't do it, find a D-level, keep going up until you find one that can.
Gao Changze was momentarily speechless, realizing he wasn't filial enough, having only moved out of his home.
However, objectively speaking, his dad just ignored him after forming a new family, still had his secretary send money every month, and even gave him a villa when he said he wanted to move out. There was no need to be so filial.
Qi Ao was caught in a dilemma, counting on his fingers.
Qi Yuan suspected he thought it was fair to have one father each, and giving up half would make him lose out.
"Stop counting, go to your dad's place for a visit, you still have your phone, right?"
"You just mentioned tutoring..."
Even if Qi Ao was a bit slow, with his experience, he could tell something was off.
Qi Yuan remained unfazed, "I was planning to send you to a tutoring class before your dad contacted me."
Sure enough, Qi Ao thought he had seen through the trap, feeling relieved and even thanking his dad, whom he believed he had never met, for unintentionally helping him avoid a disaster.
Not going to visit meant tutoring, so he immediately let go of Qi Yuan's leg, "I'll go by myself."
Gao Changze saw that Qi Ao had the trait of latching onto whoever was nurturing him, he pressed his hand on Qi Ao's head, "Don't treat me like a nobody."
"I need to catch a bus, I'm leaving first."
Qi Yuan struggled to suppress the urge to laugh, my foolish little brother, is it possible that both options are tutoring?
He highly approved of Qi Ao's survival skills, no one could switch sides faster than him.
Despite choosing a mission closest to Su City, it was still a distance away, necessitating a change of buses to another place.
He left them behind and walked forward, still faintly aware of the commotion behind him.
Qi Ao looked at Gao Changze, clutching his phone tightly, ready to call if the Gao brother proved unreliable.
Gao Changze swiped open his phone screen, "The Zhang family sent someone to pick us up, they should be waiting near the airport..."
The voice gradually faded as Qi Yuan reached the airport exit, where a jeep had been waiting in a corner of the parking lot for some time.
"Hello, Qi Xi."
A head popped out from the driver's seat, with a crew cut, dark skin, a scar on his face, and wearing a duty uniform.
"Call me Qi Yuan, Qi Team, anything but Qi Xi. How should I address you?"
Out of respect for the title of Dark Nine Seats, Qi Yuan corrected his address.
"Qi Team, call me Old Xu."
Old Xu, facing the casually dressed Qi Yuan who looked like a college student, couldn't bring himself to call him Little Xu.
The vehicle left the airport, quietly departing from Su City, heading towards Yukou City, the location of the mission.
...
The chat group on the phone screen began to scroll, messages continuously scrolling up.
[Are you guys in Yukou City yet?]
[Who's this unruly kid, trying to pry for information?]
[Heh, afraid the grandson won't dare to come, not enough people to start the game]
[Talk big, wonder if you'll still be so tough when you're about to die tomorrow]
[If you keep talking nonsense, I'm leaving the group]
[Leave! Not leaving makes you a grandson! You willing to give up this chance?]
Qi Yuan swiped the phone screen, handing it back to Old Xu.
These people were very cautious in their chat.
Despite sending a lot of messages, they were all probing each other, trying to gather information about their fellow group members.
No lewd pictures or bragging, more serious than most groups, and highly active.
Old Xu took the phone back to his seat, surrounded by the special duty team in charge of investigating this case.
Every local duty bureau has people dedicated to investigating missing persons cases, catching human traffickers and murderers disposing of bodies are minor tasks for them.
What made the entire team uneasy was the person sitting at the top.
This meant the case they were investigating might be heading towards the worst possible outcome.
"This is the confession of Liu Bo, the murderer who killed his wife and disposed of the body."
The special duty team captain handed a document to Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan flipped through the document, skimming through it, picking out key words.
"The Endgame?"
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.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
