"Installments? What if you default on the payment?" The burly man in black looked at Gan Zhe with suspicion.
"Big brother, you have all my evidence. What are you afraid of?" Gan Zhe said, on the verge of tears.
"Alright, I'll let you off the hook for now. But you better behave yourself. Otherwise, hmph, even in prison there will be people to deal with you."
The man in black issued a stern warning.
"I won't, I won't." Gan Zhe hurriedly shook his head and hands.
After cooperating with the men in black to document a series of evidence, he finally saw off the intimidating thugs.
In the empty presidential suite, Gan Zhe sat dazed in the bathtub.
The stillness lasted only a brief moment before wails erupted.
"Why? Why? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Can't you just stick with me? How could you be broke following me?"
"Why? Why? Why?"
"Why do you all have to leave me? What did I do wrong?"
"This problem is too hard, too hard! I can't solve it, I can't!"
Furious, Gan Zhe splashed the bathwater forcefully.
Gan Zhe couldn't fathom it at all.
He was a wealthy man too.
Why were these women unwilling to stay with him?
As long as they followed him, he would shower them with money.
Why would they abandon the boundless sea of gold for such petty gains?
A mere five million, that's all.
In the spacious, bright conference room, the men in black gathered with Nannan and Mo Yan.
"You did an excellent job on this mission. Don't worry, we'll pay for your treatments."
"From now on, we'll cover all your medical expenses. And here's the fee for your performance."
"You should stay abroad from now on."
The leader of the men in black handed them two bank cards as he spoke.
Nannan and Mo Yan accepted the cards joyfully before leaving the conference room.
They had to catch their flight out of the country that night.
[Ping, the companion system detects dissatisfaction with the host, compatibility drops by 20%, now remaining at 70%]
Ye Bufan quietly received this message in his villa.
Nannan and Mo Yan were naturally his agents.
Gan Zhe thought the matter was over.
But the real danger had only just begun.
The tranquil moonlight streamed through the window, casting its glow on the villa's floor.
Ye Bufan raised his glass toward the moon, reminiscing about Ye Feng.
Perhaps it wasn't him reminiscing, but rather someone else's deep resentment.
After wallowing in the bathtub for a long time, Gan Zhe finally came to his senses.
The five million loan with a deadline wasn't easy money.
To take on new tasks, he had to first complete that one million job.
A full hundred companions, and Gan Zhe hadn't finished a single one.
The previous job with Mo Yan didn't count in the system's eyes.
Or rather, the system detected people, not instances.
To speed up the task, Gan Zhe opted for one-off companion jobs.
Hourly work was too slow to complete the task in time.
Gan Zhe couldn't wait that long.
Of course, the system didn't object to Gan Zhe's loophole tactics, only raising the one-off rates to match the hourly rates.
One-off jobs were faster but considerably more expensive.
Originally, clients could play three rounds in an hour, now reduced to just one.
Essentially tripling the rate.
Fortunately, after the alleged divine incident, Gan Zhe's status as a gaming legend was solidified.
He still attracted quite a few fans drawn to his skills.
In just one evening, Gan Zhe completed one-third of his task.
Three days.
Just three days, and one million would be in hand.
Though it would quickly pass to someone else.
But the money came too easily.
He didn't want to return to the dorm room.
The beds there were dirty and hard, nowhere near as comfortable as the presidential suite.
Not to mention, here they had staff to clean.
Gan Zhe casually had a server buy him two new outfits and settled in.
On the soft, plush bed, he drifted into sweet dreams, slumbering heavily.
Conserving his energy for another beautiful day.
The vigor of youth is boundless, with no outlet.
Just like Gan Zhe, despite being drained by two leeches the previous day,
He was back to his lively, energetic self on the new day.
Click to accept the job.
A new task arrived swiftly.
As usual, Gan Zhe led the client to the wilderness outskirts.
His first priority was finding an AK-47.
That was the key to his success.
AK-47 in hand.
Joyous gunfire rang out once more across the fields.
Rat-tat-tat
Rat-tat-tat
"Hey, that looks like a robot over there."
Gan Zhe muttered, glancing at the figure walking dumbly by the roadside.
"Bang!"
The moment he raised his gun, Gan Zhe sensed something was off.
The person across fired back instantly, knocking him to the ground.
"Help... me... help..."
Before Gan Zhe could call out for his client's aid, another shot finished him off.
"This... must be a hack, definitely a hack!"
Gan Zhe yelled as he watched his smoldering crate of a body disintegrate.
"A hack?" The confused client tentatively sprayed a few rounds.
Rat-tat-tat
The figure immediately dropped.
"This was clearly just an AI, no, based on the hype online about some divine power, is this all you've got? Killed by a robot? And you charge that much? Is this a game?"
The enraged client vented.
"That... was indeed my mistake. Let me comp you a round, shall I?"
Seeing the downed figure, Gan Zhe's tone softened.
Being killed by an AI was a huge embarrassment.
Even a novice could easily take one down.
"No need, I learned my lesson paying your fees last time."
Anyone willing to spend big to hire Gan Zhe wouldn't blink at the mere fifty bucks.
Seeing the new negative review, Gan Zhe could only shake his head ruefully.
Client ratings were crucial for companions.
Fortunately, this was his first negative review so far, limiting the impact.
Sure enough, when Gan Zhe reopened the queue, a new client soon hired him.
Same wilderness, same lone, aimless figure.
One shot to knock it down.
Two shots to the head.
Three shots for revenge.
Gan Zhe stared dumbly as the client effortlessly gunned down the AI.
His mind was buzzing.
This place must be glitched.
Another negative review, ending this wicked round.
A fresh lamb enters the fray.
This time, Gan Zhe didn't dare venture into the wild.
Landing directly in the city, he unleashed the AK-47 in a slaughter.
One.
Two.
Three.
After mowing down over a dozen people, the city finally fell silent.
Gan Zhe could breathe again, briefly thinking the system had malfunctioned.
Glancing at the next safe zone, he frowned.
That distance was rather far.
"Got everything, boss? Time to move out."
The client drove, naturally, while Gan Zhe rode shotgun, rifle at the ready.
Woo-woo-woo
The jeep raced along the mountain road.
Rat-tat-tat
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
