Justin agreed it was reasonable and conveyed it to Cole Ross, who was overjoyed that the ghosts would vacate, saving his investment. He would happily build them a new cemetery elsewhere!Though unable to hear the ghosts, he shouted into the air: "Rest assured, I pledge to treat your remains respectfully. Once excavated, they will be properly reinterred in a new location. Absolutely no desecration!""You all heard that, right? No need to worry, no mistakes will occur. Start packing up and be gone by tonight - we start work tomorrow! No hauntings!" Justin confirmed."Don't worry, we understand. We'll leave immediately," the scholar ghost acknowledged before departing with the mob.With the ghosts' departure, the ominous atmosphere instantly lifted, replaced by a warm breeziness, as if the air itself had risen several degrees. The long obscured sun miraculously broke through the clouds.The abnormal phenomenon signaled the spirits' complete withdrawal. Justin had intended to give them mo

Daring not disobey, Justin scurried to satisfy them, traumatized by his "18 levels of hell" experience. If this was enjoyment with multiple women, it was torture!He desperately wanted to rip the System from his mind and subject it to this ordeal. Agonizing misery!Little did he know the System was secretly laughing at his plight from a mental corner, highly entertained.After meekly fulfilling their demands, the girls finally relaxed. Truthfully, they hadn't been angry at all - just conspired to prank Justin for fun. Mission accomplished, they were elated!But Justin dared not linger in this human purgatory. He fled to old Mr. Rice's for treatment and a game of chess. The old man thrashed him match after match, provoking frustration - was everything against him today for being too handsome?Justin lamented, "No, my looks are innate! How can heaven and man both rage so?"Fortunately, old Mr. Rice eventually released him and Justin fled the manor, rushing straight back to campus. His r

"Oh, so it's you. What do you want calling me this late? Let me tell you, I'm busy right now. No time to chitchat with you. I have a meeting to attend. Speak up, what is it?"Hearing this, Thomas was taken aback instead. To his impression, Stephen Burns was just a flirtatious playboy who never cared for family business. Having a meeting now didn't seem right. Getting drunk and chasing girls sounded more like him."Sorry to disturb your fun, Stephen, but I really need your help with something serious here.""What is it? Tell me!""Oh, I'm at the food street in Nova City right now. There's a kebab stand here where I met an arrogant lunatic. He beat me up, and none of the men I brought could take him down.Left with no choice, I dropped your name, but who knew he would spout nonsense, claiming to be your godfather! I figured you should know about this, so I called. What do you say, will you come settle this?""What? Where did you say you were?" Stephen Burns' voice sharpened, clearly sho

The other man, despite forcefully withstanding Justin's kick, had half his body numb and dragged his struck leg slightly. His stance made it clear he had stumbled back several steps.With just one exchange, their difference in skill was apparent. Still, this man had some ability to be able to block Justin's strike. Justin had used only half his power, yet this man had withstood it. He was clearly another martial arts expert. In fact, this man was named Liam Harrison, an Aikido inheritor. He ran a martial arts school in Nova State and was a prominent figure, a grandmaster level martial artist.But his cultivation was ultimately lacking compared to Justin's. He only understood physical martial arts and had not cultivated any Force. With or without Force marked a boundary in the martial world.To put it simply, one was just a shield while the other was a warrior with magic damage. They were on completely different levels. To be frank, this man was inferior even to Gregory who had injure

"What an idiot," Tank Turner sighed, shaking his head."You said it. We've met so many rich people, but why do I feel like each one thinks too highly of himself? They just charge further down the path of courting death without realizing it. Do people's brains turn stupid once they get rich?" Maxwell Stone asked in exasperation."I don't know if rich people turn stupid, but Gavin Ferguson is definitely screwed. What do you think - will Justin torture him with the ten great tortures? Or just kill him outright? Could be either." Justin naturally heard the brothers' chatter. Facing the charging Gavin Ferguson, he just gave a cold laugh and casually stuck out a foot.With a "pop", the onrushing Gavin Ferguson was kicked straight in the nose bridge. His spurting nose blood drew a graceful parabola in the air, beautifully illuminated under the lights.Like a fat pig, he was booted back, the kick sending him flying ten meters until he crashed again into his car, knocked out cold.Having deal