Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

The basement was solemn. The three hundred elite young men of the Han family, who were originally ready to go, stood motionless with their hands pressed against their thighs, just as Han Di had left them.

A small flying insect buzzed and bumped against the fluorescent light above a few times, looking dizzy and disoriented, before flying down in circles.

David pursed his thick lips and, just as the insect was about to fly onto his face, suddenly blew on it—

A sudden gust of wind sent the insect flying as fast as a tiger, a distance of 1.5 meters.

I've been waiting here for hours.

From initial excitement to being ordered to halt the operation midway, filled with confusion.

Full of enthusiasm, just one step away from victory, but abruptly stopped.

Before the operation began, all he could think about was how to drive an armored vehicle to blow open the prison gates, rush in with guns in both hands, and wreak havoc on Anda.

Screw Anda, screw the system.

It's cool to think about.

—But now the pleasure has been interrupted.

Now, it feels like bugs are crawling all over my body.

David looked down at his friends, whose situations were not much different from his.

The elevator door in the basement opened again, and David immediately perked up and straightened up.

Han Di, who had left, returned with Eva in his arms, accompanied by the unfamiliar young man who had appeared earlier.

"Is this all there is?" the young man asked Han Di, turning to him.

Han Di nodded. "These people are all elites I specially selected from the Han family."

A hint of pride appeared on Han Di's face.

"I believe that whatever you want to do, they can make it happen."

"Just give them orders to do what they want."

Breaking into prison and risking one's life is nothing to me, so why bother with such a trivial game?

Bai Weiran let out a soft "oh," ignoring the faint contempt on Han Di's face, and nodded backward. The butler, Monkey, immediately led a group of servants in, carrying single tables and chairs, arranging them according to the number of people.

"Turn the lights up a bit more."

Bai Weiran said that the monkey immediately had several new lights installed.

"This is your...commander." Han Di carefully considered his words.

"For the next period of time, treat his words as my own and obey his orders."

David and his friend exchanged a glance in the audience.

The sudden arrival of an unfamiliar leader is bound to raise suspicions, let alone when the person's demeanor clearly indicates that they are not one of us.

Many of those present were originally street thugs who learned the rules after joining the Han family.

He has long since reformed and is now a loyal backbone of the Han family. He doesn't cause trouble easily, but deep down he likes the strong to rule and his rebellious spirit against the system remains.

Han Di used to be quite ruthless and intimidating, and now he is still vigorous and can easily take on three people at once.

David's gaze swept from the unfamiliar young man's face all the way down to his entire body.

That's it?

A single punch could hit the corner of the wall.

Bai Weiran calmly faced the various gazes below and slowly explained the purpose of everyone working together to play the game, successfully earning a large number of disdainful looks.

"Games are not just about being fun; they are a combination of data, code, and creativity. The goal is to give players the initiative to overcome unnecessary obstacles, so it is very important to immerse them in the game."

"I will not ask you to develop a game from scratch, as that would be too time-consuming. I already have a basic framework for a product."

"But this is just the framework. The details about the characters, game content, game data, and even the player experience will all need to be completed by everyone here."

Many people showed expressions of disdain.

You're letting yakuza play yakuza games? Who do you think you're looking down on?

David couldn't help but mutter a complaint: "This is boring."

Bai Weiran smiled slightly.

They don't yet understand the truly terrifying aspects of game development.

The most enjoyable part is when you're brainstorming ideas; the most annoying part is after you've finished brainstorming.

Young, hot-blooded, and headstrong individuals, try to understand what it means to be tormented.

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A few days later, Dawei sat in his seat, staring at the thick question bank in front of him, pondering three questions about life.

Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going?

He was assigned to work in the data group.

Games are just kids' toys; it's easy to fool kids with numbers, right?

The first day's work involved working through a thick question bank.

The entire group was completely baffled.

"...If you want to work with data, you can't do it if you're not good at math, right?" The young man smiled slightly.

"These are the basics. Once you learn these basics, you'll have a basic understanding of data."

I started studying and practicing problems day and night.

David swore he had never suffered so much in his life.

In the past, if anyone offended him, he would simply throw a punch and be done with it. When he was in a good mood, he would drink and sing loudly, get drunk on the roadside, or hug his girlfriend and happily kiss her. It was simple, straightforward, and satisfying, both physically and mentally.

When is this kind of thing needed, with a clear mind, to solve problems one by one with complex formulas?

David vaguely heard a slam on the table. He looked up and saw a burly young man slamming his fist on the table diagonally in front of him.

That person was called Blackhead, and he was the most hot-tempered one in their group.

"You son of a bitch, you're making us do practice problems? Are you kidding me?!" Blackhead slammed the problem book on the ground and pointed at Bai Weiran, who was teaching others how to solve problems, and cursed.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

"...Teasing a child?" Bai Weiran chuckled.

"So now you're throwing a tantrum and saying you don't want to learn, does that mean you don't even know how to entertain a child?"

Blackhead has a fiery temper and won't engage in verbal battles. These past few days of studying have severely damaged her self-esteem.

He just wanted a quick and painless end.

Even if the person in front of him never showed any dislike for him and just patiently taught him, he was still unhappy.

"I said I won't do this, what can you do to me?"

Blackhead swept all the test papers onto the ground with a backhand, creating a mess and plunging the scene into silence.

Han Di happened to be on patrol and saw this scene, immediately raising an eyebrow.

This young man is still a mystery to him.

They remained silent about the methods used to rescue Eva.

He questioned Eva repeatedly and only knew that she had brought her out in an instant.

One moment he's in jail, the next he's back home.

It's just as inexplicable as her inability to kill the other party.

Han Di didn't see it with her own eyes; she only heard it from her daughter.

Eva wouldn't lie to him, but he also found it hard to accept the existence of such a superhuman being all at once.

They treated us politely for several days and didn't notice anything unusual.

This person even remembers to ring the doorbell when they come to visit!

It's good that someone's causing trouble now; he wants to see how Bai Weiran will react.

Han Di glanced at the butler beside him, signaling him not to step forward to help, and continued watching on his own.

Bai Weiran, who was the center of attention, shrugged. "What if I insist that you do it?"

"Then let's see if you have the guts! Even my dad wouldn't dare treat me like this!" Blackie grinned maliciously, quickly drew his pistol from his waist, and pointed the muzzle directly at the young man in front of him. Before he could pull the trigger, he found that his hand was out of control and pointed back at him.

Blackhead's eyes widened in terror.

The others at the scene didn't notice anything amiss at first, but then Blackie shoved the gun barrel into his mouth.

The young man in front of him reached out, grasped a non-existent gun, and pulled the trigger in mid-air.

Blackhead's hand, also out of control, gently pulled the trigger.

The feeling of impending death caused cold sweat to break out from every pore on my face.

“Even your dad wouldn’t dare treat you like this,” Bai Weiran said with a smile.

"It's a pity I'm not your father, so it's perfectly reasonable for me to treat you this way, right?"

This is a city where might makes right and violence is the only way to suppress it; swift and decisive action is necessary.

If one cannot be controlled, the others cannot be controlled either.

As the trigger was gradually pressed, the once-proud and arrogant blackheads suddenly shrank.

He was already annoyed by the trouble he was causing, but the other party was even more unreasonable and shoved a gun into his mouth right away.

Unable to speak, Blackhead whimpered incoherently, it was unclear whether he was begging for mercy or denouncing someone.

Bai Weiran nodded.

"Right? Some people die for the greater good, some die for their own beliefs, while others point guns at people just because they're unhappy."

"I'm a very fair person. If you treat me politely, I'll treat you politely in return. If you bring up your own unhappiness, I'll treat you the same way... Isn't that fair?"

Everyone at the scene was stunned, and Han Di, who was standing by the wall, immediately stood up straight.