Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm - Chapter 24: Jiang He Strikes Back

“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nian’s true identity, Carlos Huo cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Huo, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.

Douluo Continent, Star Luo Empire, Star Luo City.In the finals of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Dueling Competition, Liu Xing looked coldly at Shrek Academy's last hope on the opposite side and said, “Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, surrender now, and no one will get hurt.”High above Shrek City, Liu Xing stared at the Radiant Holy Dragon soaring into the sky and said in a deep voice, “Ten thousand years of Shrek, today you will be erased.”Facing the Sea God Tang San, who had illegally descended to the lower realm, Liu Xing's voice was like a chilling wind, icy and bone-piercing: “Sea God Tang San, you have violated the law and recklessly interfered with the lower realm. You are courting death.”Hearing this, Tang San was momentarily stunned. Why did these words sound so familiar?••••There is only one single female lead for now but there are many female characters who will have feelings for mc.••••

The marriage between the Mu Clan and the Gu Clan had been going on for seventeen years, but unexpectedly, the Gu Clan's Second Brother had suddenly encountered a car accident five years ago.

In order to prevent his beloved granddaughter from being wronged in the past, the Mu family directly chose to have their younger sister replace them.

He didn't expect that after the Mu family's unfavoured granddaughter got married, she would be doted on. No matter what event she participated in, as long as she had him as the second young master's daughter, she would definitely follow his sweet little wife.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”