MTL - I’m Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl - Chapter 1243 The patient is still picking and thinning

Cao Gui: “Well said! System, but do you want to explain why this is not Marineford but Manhattan in New York?”

System: “…”

Cao Gui: “System?”

System: “…”

Cao Gui: “System, say something!”

- Description from Novelupdates

Gu Bai always believed that the stupidest thing he had ever done was listening to his bestie’s words of becoming a stallion genre novel writer, the most frustrating thing was that he changed the moral, smart, and healthy youngster, that he had decided on, into a big boss…but in the end, he discovered that the consequences of changing the original plot were more serious than he expected. Things like encountering the outrageous character he wrote with his own hand…

Oh·my·god! He freaking eats people! Right now, he can only turn devouring people into “devouring” people… maybe.

In short, this is a story about a dumb author who was the first to start a trend of human cannibalism in stallion genre novels, who in the end, was unable to escape from the whirlpool of destiny (not really).

- Description from Novelupdates

Yan Qingsi was a woman so captivating that she could change the lives of anyone she crossed paths with. Shunned, shamed, and abused by her family, they wanted nothing more than to see her turn up dead. She had other plans though — she was determined to exact revenge on all who have wronged her, and her main target was her own blood. The first step in her quest for revenge? Seducing Yue Tingfeng — the richest, handsomest man in Luo City, who also happened to be her aunt’s fiancé. Vengeance aside, she also seeks a change of fortune by pursuing a career in acting. Throughout Yan Qingsi’s journey, there will be murders and mayhem aplenty as she paves her way to movie stardom while eliminating her enemies one after the other!

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It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.