As soon as Lei Hui stepped inside, he spotted the two bodyguards passed out on the floor.
He froze. "Boss, what’s this…?"
"Don’t worry. I just needed to handle something privately, and they were in the way. They insisted on following me, so I had no choice but to tie them up here in the office."
Lin Xuan took the rope from Lei Hui’s hands and began binding the bodyguards tightly.
He then confiscated their walkie-talkies and phones, tossing them aside.
"Wait for my call before you release them."
"Understood, Boss," Lei Hui replied.
The company had been operating for less than a year, and Lei Hui often worked overtime, leaving spare clothes at the office. Lin Xuan quickly changed into one of Lei Hui’s outfits.
He even mussed up his hair slightly.
This was all to evade the bodyguards Su Hua had secretly assigned to protect him.
After leaving the company, Lin Xuan glanced at the black car parked nearby and smirked.
As expected—they were still waiting for him.
He walked toward another car, Lei Hui’s vehicle, and slid into the driver’s seat.
He deliberately removed his mask, exposing his face to the two men tailing him.
"Bro, it’s Lin Xuan!" Cheng Er pointed in Lin Xuan’s direction. "Hurry, follow him!"
They’d been tracking him for days and finally had him in their sights—losing him now wasn’t an option.
Cheng Da stepped on the gas, staying close behind Lin Xuan’s car.
"Bro," Cheng Er muttered suspiciously, "why did he switch cars and change clothes? Do you think he’s onto us?"
"Impossible," Cheng Da said confidently. "We’re professionals. How could some ordinary guy notice us?"
"Right," Cheng Er nodded.
"Bro, this is our first mission. We can’t afford to fail."
The organization Lin Li had contacted through the dark web was swamped with high-profile jobs, leaving no experienced operatives available.
So, they’d sent two rookies to capture Lin Xuan.
To them, Lin Xuan was just an average college student—these two greenhorns were more than enough.
"Relax," Cheng Da chuckled. "Look at him—a scrawny pretty boy who couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag. Catching him will be a breeze."
Cheng Da was brimming with confidence.
Both brothers were built like tanks—rippling muscles, eight-pack abs, capable of lifting 180 pounds. To them, Lin Xuan’s frame was laughably weak.
Lin Xuan deliberately drove to a secluded area before stepping out of the car.
He was giving them the perfect opportunity to strike.
Cheng Er frowned. "Why’d he stop here? Feels like a trap. Almost like he’s luring us in."
"With just him alone? What kind of trap could it be?" Cheng Da scoffed. "Quit overthinking it. Let’s move—if we miss this chance, who knows when the next one will come."
Lin Xuan walked toward a dimly lit building, pretending to fish for keys in his pocket.
Then—
Cheng Da and Cheng Er appeared.
"Who are you?" Lin Xuan feigned shock.
"We’re here to take you in, Lin Xuan. Come quietly," Cheng Er said.
"Oh, and just so you know—we’re from the Black Tiger Gang."
It was gang policy to always announce their affiliation during operations.
Bad deeds, bold signatures.
"The Black Tiger Gang?" Lin Xuan frowned. The name rang a bell—from his past life, on the day he died, when he overheard Lin Li and Qin Ruoyao in bed together.
Lin Li had mentioned hiring the Black Tiger Gang to capture him.
Qin Ruoyao had worried the organization might be unreliable, but Lin Li assured her they were a notorious underground group—for the right price, they’d do anything.
Lin Xuan’s interest was piqued.
Interesting.
He wanted to meet these people himself.
"Heard of us? Good. But don’t worry," Cheng Er said, chewing on a blade of grass. "You’ll get a firsthand taste of what we’re capable of soon enough."
Lin Xuan summoned his inner actor, eyes widening with fear. "You’re taking me to your gang’s hideout?"
"Yep," Cheng Er confirmed. "The client paid top dollar for your… assets. Our boss wants to handle you personally."
"Enough talk. Villains die from monologuing," Cheng Da cut in impatiently. "Just tie him up already."
Lin Xuan held out his wrists in surrender. "Go ahead, then."
Cheng Er blinked. "What’s your deal? Never seen someone ask to be tied up before. You’re not even gonna run?"
No struggle? It made them look less intimidating.
Lin Xuan sighed dramatically. "With builds like yours? You’re clearly trained fighters. What chance do I have? I’d rather cooperate and save myself the pain."
Cheng Er nodded approvingly. "Smart kid. Don’t worry—we won’t rough you up. But what the boss does to you? That’s out of our hands."
They shoved a sack over Lin Xuan’s head and hauled him to a village fifty kilometers away.
There, hidden among ordinary homes, stood a villa—plain on the outside, opulent within.
"Move it!"
Cheng Da and Cheng Er marched Lin Xuan inside.
Wang Ba sat in the lavish living room, perched on a chair carved with coiling serpent designs.
"Boss," the brothers greeted respectfully. "We’ve got Lin Xuan—the one with the eight-million bounty. The order was to remove his manhood and make him suffer for five days."
Wang Ba straightened.
Ah, that job. The castration request had made it memorable.
"Take off the sack," he commanded.
"Yes, Boss."
Cheng Da yanked the sack from Lin Xuan’s head.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
fe full of thrilling battles, ultimately sacrificing himself to protect his homeland and its people. Unexpectedly, he was reborn into his youth, where he encountered the campus ice queen, Ye Miyue, now working as a masseuse at his family's martial arts school. "How long have you been doing this?" "I-it's my first time..." the campus belle murmured, her head bowed. Wang Xian remembered clearly that back then, although Ye Miyue had not yet awakened her martial arts talent, her outstanding academic performance, breathtaking beauty, and icy demeanor had made her the moon goddess of every boy in school. He was no exception. In his previous life, they had no connection, never imagining they would meet under such circumstances. Sadly, today the city was attacked by an S-class beast, the 'Wind King Falcon,' destroying nearly half of the city streets. Ye Miyue had died on her way home during this disaster. Now, given a second chance, facing the campus goddess of his youth, Wang Xian resolutely decided to extend her session! And so. "My hands are tired..." the blushing campus belle whispered, relieved. Wang Xian pointed to her slender calves and said, "Who said only hands can massage? There are feet too!" "Extend the session, continue!"
