Manipulative Harem God

"So what?" Zhang Wei scoffed, crossing his arms. "I don't give a damn about your rank or your title. Your Gu Sect can line up right behind the Chen family. I'll wipe you all out next!"

Gasp!

The crowd sucked a cold breath.

Challenging the Chen family was one thing—but threatening the Gu Sect, and a Sky List warrior? That was a death wish.

Gu Sheng's smile didn't falter, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "Bold words, boy. Merely a young duckling....But let's see if you can back them up when the time comes."

Zhang Wei's grin widened, his eyes flashing with unshakable confidence. "Old man, by the time I'm done, the only thing you'll be remembered for is how you ran like a snake with its tail between its legs."

"Brother Zhang is unstoppable!" someone in the crowd shouted, breaking the silence.

The chant began to rise again, louder this time.

"Brother Zhang!"

"The dragon is invincible!"

"Brother Zhang will crush them all!"

Zhang Wei gave Gu Sheng one last mocking look, but before anyone could react, Evil Ming and Evil Hu appeared beside him out of nowhere, their dark, ominous presence radiating pure wickedness.

It was as if death itself had walked into the room, wearing a pair of battle robes.

"What the fuck?!" someone in the back gasped.

"Who the hell are these two freaks?!"

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The terrifying aura of Evil Ming and Evil Hu seized everyone's attention, but it was Long Tian and Gu Sheng who really looked like they were about to shit themselves.

Both of them took in the newcomers' strength with a single glance, and the color drained from their faces.

Gu Sheng, the proud elder of the Gu Sect, sat back down so fast it was as if his chair had sprouted spikes.

His voice took on a shameless, oily tone as he waved his hand, "Oh, no, no, no! Junior you misunderstood this Senior Intentions! The Gu Sect has absolutely nothing to do with Xianghui or the Chen family! We wouldn't dare get involved with such trifling matters." He forced a laugh and added, "Little brother Zhang, I must apologize for my earlier... misunderstanding. Yes, yes, as elders, we must let the younger generation thrive, not crush them... Ha-ha... uh..."

Zhang Wei nearly stumbled.

'This old fart is more shameless than me!'

He had half a mind to applaud him for his masterful retreat, but the situation left him speechless for a moment.

Evil Hu, however, wasn't amused. His lip curled in disgust. "Hmph. I thought I'd get to crush some skulls today." He spat to the side, glancing around like a predator denied his prey. "These bastards are running away faster than cockroaches under a light."

"Fucking cowardly worms!" someone from the back snickered. "That old guy turned into a chicken the moment shit got real!"

"Yeah, watch him piss himself if Brother Zhang even sneezes in his direction!"

Gu Sheng, hearing the crowd's comments, pretended not to notice, though a vein bulged on his forehead.

Zhang Wei shook his head, stepping forward. He wasn't here to play around. "The martial arts forces of Xianghui City are now under the supervision of the Long Feng Group. Anyone got a problem with that? Step forward already!"

His voice echoed with authority, and his eyes scanned the room like a hunter daring his prey to move.

The crowd collectively held their breath, hoping to avoid becoming the next victim of Zhang Wei's wrath.

He could practically smell the fear.

"Brother Zhang owns this city now!" someone hollered from the back, and the crowd erupted:

"Brother Zhang is invincible!"

"Brother Zhang will fuck them all up!"

Zhang Wei grinned, enjoying the chant for a moment, but he frowned internally. 'Hey, horny system, why the hell isn't the mission completed yet? Everyone here's scared shitless. What's the holdup?' he asked in his mind.

The system chimed in, [Host, are you stupid? There are still some fools who haven't submitted yet!]

Zhang Wei blinked. "Huh?" He looked around, confused. "I've already slapped half the room into submission..."

Suddenly, an old man in the back stood up, leaning heavily on a cane. He looked ancient, like the wind might knock him over, but his eyes blazed with defiance. "The Xianghui City doesn't belong to your daddy or your Lao Tzu!" he spat, his voice shaky but firm.

Zhang Wei raised an eyebrow. "The fuck?"

The old man, Zhu Wei, from the Midnight Shadow Group, straightened as much as his creaky bones allowed. "We, the Midnight Shadow Group, only serve one master! As long as Master Yanling is alive, this city will not fall to you or any other brat who thinks he can swing his dick around and conquer us!"

The crowd stirred, whispers of disbelief spreading like wildfire.

"The Midnight Shadow Group? What the hell are they doing here?" one guy muttered.

"Shit, I thought they were legends... You mean they're real?"

"Looks like someone's about to get their head stomped!"

Zhang Wei narrowed his eyes at the old man, crossing his arms, "Oh, great. Just what I needed. A fossil with a stick up his ass. So, you're telling me you won't submit?"

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Zhu Wei jabbed his cane into the ground. "As long as Master Yanling breathes, Midnight Shadow will stand tall. Xianghui City doesn't belong to the likes of you!"

Zhang Wei let out a mocking chuckle. "Well, Master Yanling is welcome to try stopping me, but once I'm done with you lot, he'll be calling me 'daddy.'"

Evil Ming looked over at Evil Hu and shrugged. "Looks like this old fool is trying to save his balls from getting stomped on."

"Too late for that," Evil Hu muttered. "One good breeze and his nuts'll roll across the floor."

The audience snickered, while Zhu Wei's face twisted in fury.

He raised his cane, his trembling voice filled with defiance. "You young bastard! I'll show you what a real warrior is! Master Yanling will—"

Zhang Wei yawned loudly, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Blah, blah, blah. I swear, if I had a spirit stone for every old fart who said that to me, I'd be able to buy this entire city." He raised his hand dismissively. "You're not even worth the effort. Get your boss, or get lost."

"Someone bring a coffin for this old man!"

Zhu Wei's hands shook in rage, but it was clear his words were running out of steam, especially in front of the bloodthirsty crowd and Zhang Wei's cunning smile.

...

Just as Zhu Wei was about to make a hasty retreat, another voice boomed across the hall, dripping with defiance: "I don't consent either!"

Zhang Wei's eyebrow twitched. His annoyance was now palpable. "Who the hell now?" he muttered, rolling his eyes. Can't these idiots see there were two Evil Buddhas standing right there, ready to raze the entire city to the ground?

What kind of idiot announces, "I don't consent" like they're filling out some form at a brothel?

Who the fuck did this person think they were, standing alone like some hero?

There was only one man who could stand alone against the crowd—Brother Zhang, of course.

Anyone else trying to act tough today? —Get the fuck back in line!

The list was already long enough, and Zhang Wei wasn't handing out free passes to idiots today.

He turned to face the new speaker, irritation blazing in his eyes, ready to crush whoever dared to be the next speed bump in his path.

But the moment he saw who it was, Zhang Wei's expression shifted from annoyance to surprise.

"Oh, Monkey, it's you!"

The crowd went dead silent for a second, eyes darting between Zhang Wei and the newcomer.