MTL - I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad - Chapter 429 427. Girl Pi's Fantastic Drift

However, after a certain ability went out of control, the young chief once became a dangerous experimental subject 01, and fell silent for five years. When he reappeared, he was thrown into an escape game.
The spectators outside the venue laughed and bet one after another, wanting to see the downcast appearance of the former Tianjiao.
Unexpectedly, the trapped beast took off its disguise.
Before the start of the game, the monitoring system in the game completely collapsed, and the last image left was Ye Fei’s gentle smile:
“Hush.”
[Drip——The system is abnormally damaged, and the cause cannot be self-examined. ]
In the next moment, the global real-time game data was cut off, and countless gamblers who were “exploiters” were forced to log in by the game system.
Stripped from the luxury, what they will face is the fear hidden in the dark.
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Excellent hunters often appear as prey.
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[Game refresh, copy preparation…]
[Now the initial ranking is made according to the strength of the combat power]
[001——]
[Ye Fei]
【Eating Guide】
[1] Steady and skinny, the down-and-out boss is attacked by x, sweet-mouthed, black-bellied, and evil snakes
【2】Qiangqiang, under the young age, physical and mental 1v1, he
[3] The main character is very strong, he is covered in hangs, but he is posing (bushi)
[4] Some bugs may not be bugs but foreshadowing
[5] The three views of the role do not represent the three views of the author

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After his divorce, Lu Qin acquired a street food stall and quickly rose to fame, becoming a culinary sensation known for his unmatched cooking talent. With his young daughter by his side, he roamed the city streets, setting up his stall and making a living. His irresistible dishes attracted crowds from all over, earning him widespread recognition.Passerby: “Most places sell fried noodles, but Lu’s are worth every penny.”Food Enthusiast: “We’ve organized a group of over a thousand people just to track down where Lu sets up his stall each day.”Chef: “I’ve tried countless times to recreate his dishes, but I just can’t match Master Lu’s perfection.”One day, an old man called the police, claiming the street food stall downstairs was suspiciously good, hinting there might be something addictive in the food. The police launched an investigation, only to find…Meanwhile, Shen Muyan’s upscale hotel restaurant was flooded with complaints, forcing her to reluctantly seek help from her ex-husband.Girlfriend: “Your ex-husband is impossible to reach! When can I book him for an exclusive interview on my gourmet show?”Shen Muyan: “He still hasn’t agreed to remarry…”A celebrity chef from South Korea traveled to China to film a culinary show but ended up spending the entire season documenting Lu Qin’s street food stall instead.

This novel is about the young master of the Du clan, Du Shaofu, who was born with crippled veins and is unable to cultivate martial arts . After finding out about his situation from the clan while returning home he got hit by a lightning and a mysterious ‘first scripture’ appears and after studying for ten years he was able to mend his crippled veins together and starts his journey to glory.

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.”