Yang Yang Yang

Tang Hao was an honest man making an honest living, but despite all his honesty and kindness, life often looked the other way. Even when he stood up for a man in the streets, he ended up being beaten to a pulp and the man he stood up for? He disappeared. That left Tang Hao with nothing to prove and a hefty medical bill blowing through his savings. However, while he lay unconscious in the hospital, he could feel a warmth coming from the jade pendent he wore as it began to feed him with a trove of priceless information. Now discharged, and still armed with the same naivety and honesty, what will our village peasant do with this newfound power? Will he go on to conquer the hearts of a hundred women? Will he defeat the mightiest crime lords? Only time will tell, but for now, fate has many whimsical plans for Tang Hao.

Sir President, Your Stamina is Amazing!

    Feng Heng turned around and sized up the person who patted him on the shoulder. He said coldly,"What does it have to do with you?"


  After saying that, Feng Heng did not care what the other party thought. He left the young man with a slightly dark expression behind and walked across the dance floor towards the bar counter.


  Feng Zimu didn't dance on the dance floor because he was too young. He sat in a corner far away.


  After Feng Sheng and Luo Yangyang left, everyone in the hall was talking about them. He slid off the sofa and walked to the stage in front of the dance floor.


  Feng Zimu climbed up the stage and picked up the microphone.


  Then, his childish voice drowned out the music and floated in the air above the hall."Brothers and sisters, look here!"


  Feng Zimu waved at everyone as he spoke. When everyone looked over curiously, he put on a preaching posture.


Shameless!