Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.
Chen Shaohui looked at Xiao Zhan as if he were a lunatic. Jumping out at this time was simply looking for death.
"Idiot!"
The young woman glared at Xiao Zhan with great disdain.
"You..."
Su Muqiu's heart thudded. This was bad. She instinctively wanted to stop Xiao Zhan, but was held back by Sun Ziyi. Sun Ziyi pulled her aside and scoffed, "He must not know Qian Yiming's identity. This is good too. Offending Qian Yiming means Xiao Zhan will have no foothold in Quancheng. We can use Qian Yiming to get rid of this scoundrel, and then I'll introduce you to Shaohui's better friends. We can kill two birds with one stone and save a lot of trouble."
"But..."
"Listen to me, I'm right!"
Sun Ziyi held onto Su Muqiu tightly, waiting to watch the show.
"Boy, are you talking to me?"
Qian Yiming put away the bank card he was holding out and looked back at Xiao Zhan, a playful look in his eyes, as if looking down at a negligible ant. He sneered coldly, "Say that again if you dare. In Quancheng, you're the first to snatch something from me."
"Is that so?"
Xiao Zhan strode to the counter, standing face to face with Qian Yiming, meeting his gaze fearlessly. He casually said, "I've changed my mind. I want not just this white dress, but everything in this store.
"If you want to buy anything, go to another store. Don't get in my way here."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was like thunder crashing down.
In an instant, everyone was stunned speechless. They never expected that Xiao Zhan would actually dare to confront Qian Yiming like this!
Telling Qian Yiming to get lost?
He was clearly courting death here.
"Seeking death!"
Chen Shaohui whispered, "Not only is the Qian family rich and powerful, Qian Yiming is also the chairman of the city's martial arts association. He runs a security company with hundreds of martial artists that he has personally trained. With one word from him, Xiao Zhan can easily disappear from Quancheng, or even from this world..."
"Killing someone is easier for him than crushing an ant!"
Sun Ziyi's face was ashen. "Muqiu, this guy's brain must have been kicked by a donkey. I knew he was violent, but didn't expect he would be suicidal..."
To be honest, Sun Ziyi now regretted stopping Su Muqiu earlier and not letting her stop Xiao Zhan. Although she disliked Xiao Zhan and wanted to use Qian Yiming to teach him a lesson and break them up, she didn't wish him dead.
As things escalated, it would be hard to end well.
Su Muqiu rushed over to grab Xiao Zhan's arm, worried. "It's just a dress. Since this lady likes it, let her have it. We can go to other stores. There may be even better ones..."
As she spoke, she tried to pull Xiao Zhan away.
"Let her have it?"
But Qian Yiming had no intention of letting this go. He sized up Su Muqiu, a flash of greed in his eyes. He sneered, "Boy, you have quite a beauty. If you want to let this go, how about letting me play with your wife for a few days? We'll call it even for today if you do. What do you say?"
Bang!
Almost at the same moment Qian Yiming finished speaking, Xiao Zhan acted without any hesitation, lashing out violently.
He kicked Qian Yiming in the stomach.
Qian Yiming never dreamed Xiao Zhan would dare attack him, so he was completely unguarded. All he felt was a piercing pain in his stomach before his whole body went flying.
He flew out over three meters, landing in the hallway outside the store.
Pu!
A mouthful of blood sprayed out, staining a large area of the floor.
Dead silence!
Xiao Zhan's movements were too fast. Too fast. And he gave no warning before striking, still as a mountain one second and vicious as a tiger the next. In the blink of an eye, Qian Yiming was kicked flying.
"You, you, you..."
The young woman's eyes were wide open, as if her eyeballs would pop out of their sockets. She trembled violently inside, pointing at Xiao Zhan but unable to curse. She turned to help Qian Yiming up, crying, "Bro Yiming! Are you okay?"
Again...
Su Muqiu was also dumbstruck, stunned silly. Although she had personally witnessed Xiao Zhan in action at the Empress Grand Hotel, she knew he was formidable. But that time, he was only against Su family bodyguards. This time, he had struck the son of Quancheng's richest man!
The nature was completely different!
"It's over. You've caused huge trouble."
Su Muqiu's heart sank to the bottom, utter despair in her voice. "Do you know who he is? He's the son of Quancheng's richest man, Qian Bancheng! Hitting him, not just you, even if it were the entire Su family, we couldn't withstand the wrath of the Qian family!"
"The richest man?"
Xiao Zhan frowned, then smiled. "So what? I said from now on, no one can bully you and Little Meng. Not just some Quancheng richest man. Even if the Jade Emperor came, anyone who dares disrespect you, I'll strike without hesitation."
His tone was plain, but carried an indescribable aura.
"You!"
Su Muqiu opened her mouth, meeting Xiao Zhan's determined gaze. She had wanted to rebuke him, but couldn't get the words out.
He was right. Xiao Zhan had fought for her twice now, regardless of cost or consequence.
To protect her unconditionally.
"Fool!"
Sun Ziyi walked over, face black. "I see clearly now. Although you're not much, you do truly care for Muqiu. For her, you even dare hit Qian Yiming."
"But have you thought this through? What happens after you hit him? You can indulge yourself and feel good, but what about Muqiu? The Su family? Once the Qian family retaliates, you're just a newly freed rapist with nothing. You don't care, but what about them? They'll all be implicated by your recklessness and pay the price!"
"Humph, you're simply a fool with a one-track mind!"
Sun Ziyi scolded more and more fiercely. Still, she was genuinely concerned for Su Muqiu.
Xiao Zhan didn't blame her.
"The trouble I stir up, I can resolve myself."
"You!"
With one sentence, Xiao Zhan left Sun Ziyi fuming through gritted teeth. She pulled Su Muqiu behind herself and scoffed, "Fine! Since you're so stubbornly foolish, insist on hitting yourself in the face, then resolve it yourself! I want to see how you'll resolve this!"
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
