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!

    "No, you said not to kill her. She's still alive!"


  Jim, who was sitting on the bedside table with a vulgar posture, stretched out his arm and pinched Ye Shayan's plump chest.


  Ye Shayan cried out in pain and her eyes, which were originally closed, suddenly opened.


  Last night was the darkest night in the past twenty years. Ye Shayan thought that she would continue to be tortured. After she was woken up, she looked around in fear.


  The scene of the man moving on top of her body, which she had seen countless times when she opened her eyes, did not appear at this moment.


  When she widened her vision and looked around, her gaze swept past Ya Quan who was by the bed and immediately withdrew. After it fell on him, she did not move again.


  Ye Shayan's mind was a little confused when she suddenly saw a familiar face among a group of foreigners.


  Ya Quan looked down at Ye Shayan coldly. He was expressionless and didn't say a word.


Kill Her