All Chapters of Crazy System! Turning Me Into an Unrivaled God!: Chapter 81
- Chapter 90
139 chapters
81.
“Kneel? Zhao Ming Yao?” Zhao Kun froze for a moment, then burst into thunderous laughter, even coughing from his own cigar smoke.“Hahaha! You’re truly insane! You speak my cousin’s name as if he were your servant? Just a piece of trash from the city who doesn’t know his place!” Zhao Kun spat to the side, his face reddening with humiliation.“You think beating a few street thugs means you can challenge the sun that rules this city?”Seeing the situation escalate, Mei stepped forward unsteadily. Her face was pale. She didn’t know who this young man really was, but she couldn’t bear to watch someone who looked so much like “Fang Zhe” be destroyed again by the Zhao family.“Kid! That’s enough!” Mei shouted, her voice trembling.“Please, leave now! You don’t know who they are. The Zhao family are devils! Don’t throw your life away just to defend this cursed village!”Fang Zhe didn’t turn around, but the corner of his lips curled slightly.“Aunt Mei, don’t worry. Devils can’t burn ice that
82.
“So… it’s true, you are Fang Zhe?” Mei tried to look at the young man, who now gave her a faint, gentle smile.However, the tension did not subside. Zhao Ming Yao’s face, which had been twisted with anger, slowly changed.His pupils shrank for a moment upon seeing Fang Zhe’s face, but a second later, a mocking laugh burst from his lips. The fear that had briefly appeared vanished, replaced by arrogance even greater than before.“Hahaha! Fang Zhe, the world of real estate is completely different from the world of alchemy and medicine!” Ming Yao straightened his suit and stepped forward confidently while his bodyguards aimed their weapons at Fang Zhe.“Fang Zhe, do you really think your so-called God Alchemist shop can protect the land in Holy Land Village? Now that you’ve become a figure in the pharmaceutical world, it would be best not to be too greedy.”Ming Yao pointed toward the line of his cars.“Listen carefully, you loser. Behind me is not just the Zhao family name, but the full
83.
Fang Zhe stepped forward, lifting his foot off Zhao Kun’s chest, which had already turned bluish. The cold aura radiating from his body seemed to freeze the surrounding air, forcing Ming Yao to collapse onto the dusty ground.“I won’t kill you, Ming Yao… because that would be too easy—it would lessen your suffering,” Fang Zhe whispered, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.He turned toward Bimo, who stood beside him.“Bimo… it seems our guests need a souvenir before they leave.”The tall, burly Bimo nodded. His heavy, steady footsteps made the armed guards tremble violently. Before they could even pull the trigger, Bimo moved like lightning—disarming them with movements almost too fast to see.Whoosh! Whoosh!“Young Master, what is your command?” Bimo asked in a low voice that seemed to vibrate through the chest.Fang Zhe looked at the guards and Ming Yao with disgust.“Break one of their arms. No exceptions,” Fang Zhe ordered flatly.“Let them carry this pain as a reminder that this l
84.
Mei stepped hesitantly into the car… but with Fang Zhe sitting beside her, she tried to calm herself.“Sir, are we heading back now?”Fang Zhe fell silent for a moment… then his gaze shifted toward Mei’s appearance—unkempt, even wearing simple, worn-out clothes.“It seems we need to buy a few sets of clothes for my aunt…”The luxury car glided through the city streets, now glowing with neon lights. Inside the soundproof cabin, Mei looked uneasy. She kept clutching the edge of her faded, rough clothing, feeling completely out of place sitting on the soft leather seat.“Zhe’er, we should just go straight to your place. Auntie feels uncomfortable if people see me like this,” Mei whispered with her head lowered.Fang Zhe didn’t reply. His sharp eyes were fixed on a magnificent boutique with a massive glass display in the fashion district of ‘Aurore Elite—a place where a single piece of clothing could cost a worker’s yearly salary.“Bimo, stop there,” Fang Zhe ordered calmly.“Zhe’er! Don’
85.
“Zhe’er, let’s just go home… Aunt doesn’t need new clothes. Please, don’t make any more trouble,” Mei sobbed as she tugged at the edge of Fang Zhe’s suit.Her body trembled violently, unable to endure the scornful stares from Linda and the attendants.However, the aura around Fang Zhe only grew more oppressive.“Bimo, do it now,” he ordered briefly, his tone unquestionable.“Yes, Young Master!” Bimo immediately took out his phone and made a quick call, causing the atmosphere in the boutique to fall into sudden silence.Seeing this, Linda sneered again.“What a performance! What was your name again? Bimo? Fang Zhe, the two of you really are suited to be background actors. Unfortunately, the audience isn’t interested…”Fang Zhe let out a cold snort. He then looked at Linda sharply.“Linda, keep being arrogant… I truly want to see how you’ll maintain that arrogance when they arrive.”Linda glanced at her coworkers, and they burst into laughter inside the boutique.“HAHAHAHA! He thinks he
86.
Linda’s body trembled violently, cold sweat drenching her expensive blazer. Liana’s words struck her consciousness repeatedly like bolts of lightning. She stared at the black card in Fang Zhe’s hand, then at Liana, and finally at Fang Zhe.The logic she had built upon social castes crumbled instantly. The young man she had once rejected outright—the one she had mocked as he was cast into the abyss—now stood before her not as a beggar, but as a figure so powerful that even the Mayor’s daughter bowed in respect."M-Master Fang..." Linda’s voice was hoarse, nearly a whisper."Are you still waiting for the Mayor to arrive so you can kneel, as per our agreement earlier?" Fang Zhe’s voice was flat, yet it carried an oppressive weight that made the hair on Linda’s neck stand on end.Linda swallowed hard. She slowly pulled herself up from the floor, though her legs felt like jelly. Her eyes flickered toward the other customers, who were now whispering insults and judging her. Shame, fear, and
87.)
"Take her away. I don't want to see her face in this city ever again," Mayor Shange said with absolute finality. The security officers immediately dragged Linda away; she no longer had the strength to resist. Her cries broke out, but not a single person in the boutique felt an ounce of pity. The oppressor, now the oppressed, finally vanished behind the doors of a police car. "Master Fang, your car is ready out front," Liana reported with perfect poise. Fang Zhe nodded, then wrapped his arm around Aunt Mei’s shoulders, who still appeared dazed. "Come, Auntie. Let’s go home." Inside the ultra-luxurious, soundproof Rolls-Royce, Aunt Mei sat stiffly. She touched the genuine leather seats that felt so soft, then looked at Fang Zhe, who sat calmly beside her. "Zhe'er..." Mei’s voice trembled. "Please tell me. Who are you really? Why did the Mayor bow to you? And that black card... where did you get all this wealth?" Fang Zhe gave a thin smile—a sincere one he reserved only for those
88.
The Auction of a Falling Empire Morning arrived as sunlight pierced through the giant glass windows of the master suite, reflecting off the polished marble pillars that now shone with a pristine gleam. Fang Zhe stood tall, gazing at the city skyline below with his arms folded across his chest. On a thin digital interface visible only to his eyes, a system notification blinked red with an urgent countdown. [Mission Time Remaining: 23 Hours 59 Minutes] [Target: End the Dominance of the Zhao Family] * The silence of the room was broken by a rhythmic knock at the door. Siska entered with hurried steps, her face etched with a rare tension. In her hands, she held an electronic tablet and several physical pamphlets. "Master Fang, there is sudden movement from the Zhao residence," Siska reported with a bow. Fang Zhe did not turn around. His voice was flat yet sharp. "Speak." "Young Master Zhao, Zhao Ming Yao, has just announced a massive asset auction to be held this afternoon at t
89.
"Hahaha! Not generate a single dollar?" Zhao Ming Yao laughed so hard his shoulders shook. "Fang Zhe, who do you think you are? God? Look inside—there are executives from the Sanjaya Group, real estate moguls from other provinces, even the nation’s top-tier antique collectors!" He pointed toward the hall doors with arrogance. "They came for the assets of the Zhao Family, not to see a clown like you. Now, get out of here before I lose my patience!" Fang Zhe didn't bother to reply. He simply pulled over a velvet chair from the lobby area and gestured for Aunt Mei to sit down calmly. "Siska, get some warm water for my Aunt," Fang Zhe ordered casually. "Zhe'er, we should really just leave... I don't feel right being watched by all these people like this," Aunt Mei whispered anxiously. "Be at peace, Auntie. Soon, he will be the one crawling out here to beg us," Fang Zhe replied, gently patting the back of her hand. Zhao Ming Yao snorted in disgust at Fang Zhe's composure. "Keep dr
90.
The great hall remained as silent as a graveyard. Zhao Ming Yao's screams, echoing through the loudspeakers, were met only by the cold stares of hundreds of eyes.Mr. Sanjaya crossed his legs, pretending to be busy adjusting his shirt cuffs, while a real estate mogul from a neighboring province deliberately turned his head away, as if the hall’s ceiling were far more interesting than Zhao Ming Yao’s "bargain" offer.However...Fang Zhe remained standing in the same position. Calm, solid, and unshakable. He turned toward Aunt Mei, who was still trembling as she held the bidding paddle, and gave her a thin, reassuring smile."Ten million dollars, once," the auctioneer spoke in a voice that was barely audible, his throat dry from the suffocating atmosphere. "Are there any other bids from the floor?""Sanjaya! You have thousands of logistics fleets! This land is perfect for your warehouses! Why won’t you raise your paddle?!" Zhao Ming Yao roared, pointing frantically toward the front row.