Right before she could turn her head, she was roughly slammed against the wall by a hand on her throat. It felt as if she had just gotten the air knocked out of her as she continuously coughed.

A shiver ran down her back as she felt the Hot breath of a person blow against her right ear. Her muscles tightened as her eyes tried to figure out who the person was in front of her but to her dismay, the room was too dark.

She froze in shock and horror once she heard the smooth and deep voice of a man next to her ear.

"You have two options. Either you get out of my house or you die right here right now"

Drake Williams a teenager fanatic for everything related to the anime Dragon Ball was about to change his destiny forever.






[Hi, I'm Wukong. I'm going to write this novel just for fun, do not expect anything professional. Note: I do not speak English, I will be using a translator, I will try my best for you to read.]

After getting rid of the python, Chen Fan ducked into the capsule, ready to go out and make a phone call. At present, his identity was not clear, and he had to find a way to make two identification documents. Otherwise, he would always be in the blacklist, which made it inconvenient to go anywhere.
If he wanted to get identity documents, he would ask the pirates to help. Because, in Somalia, their will was equal to the will of the government. When the electric eel returns, it could take it back from there.
Mr. Abadi's translator, when he got a call from Chen Fan, estimated that he was sleeping, and that he had been speaking in gibberish for half a day, before he realized that he should change into speaking Chinese.
"Help me to make contact with Somalia, and to obtain the identity of two countries nearby, with a passport, I will pay you $50,000 for one."
He certainly wouldn't turn down such a big amount of money, and Somalia doesn't need a dime. Even if he got an ID with Obama's picture on it, it would not be a problem. As they all looked similar, in his mind. As for the other two countries, they only needed to pay the middleman, and even then, only just a little workman money for the amount.
"What about Ethiopia and Kenya? The two countries are close to us," the translator said warmly. "We have close business dealings with each other. We don't have to worry about what's wrong with our documents, and we could fill in the details simply."
"No problem. I'll send you the photo. Age is 23 years old, the name and place of residence, you can settle for yourself." When Chen Fan wrote down the email, he said, "Can these things be done in two days? I'll have a boat passing by then, and I'll take it."
"The Somalia side would be done in a day. I'll contact them when I receive the photos. It should be ok in two days."
"Done!" After hanging up, Chen Fan hurried back to the cave, sent him the electronic photos of his last fake ID, and then controlled the electric eel to go to Libya.
Libya is about nine thousand miles from the Zhongyun, so he would reach it in two days at the current pace. In a blink of an eye, two days of a boring sea trip passed by. The electric eel made his way through the strait of Gibraltar and reached the Mediterranean in about an hour, arriving at 11:05 a.m. local time.
The Mediterranean Sea, with its rich oil and natural gas reserves, has mostly contracted to developers around the world, charging large amounts of mining fees. And just fifty-three nautical miles north of Libya, in the Graff area, is a collection of offshore drilling platforms from six countries and seventeen different companies. Among them are the famous Shell Oil and Sinopec. The annual cost of mining alone gives the Libyan government more than $10 billion in revenue.
When the sun was tilted to a 45-degree angle in the sky, the electric eel finally reached the location of the seven offshore drilling platforms that were introduced by the company. This was a large drilling rig, which was painted with bright yellow paint and had a white background with a red sun flag on top. At the side was painted the "Ida Maru assignment three" logo, which was consistent to the introduction on the website.
Seven oil wells stood in the 50-square-kilometer exclusive sea area, four of which were working, leaving the remaining three in a flameout state. After a few laps of uncertainty, Chen Fan made sure that he still controlled the electric eel, then turned around and left.
"Let's make you happy for a while, since there's no place to cry!"
By this time, the pirates had finished their identifications, and Chen Fan let them wrap it up with something waterproof and throw it into the sea. The money didn't come with it, and the pirates didn't want to transfer the money to the bank. So, after he got the money, Chen Fan sent him an email, saying that the money would be brought to him next time.
"Dear Sir, there is no need to charge for this little thing." The translator thought that the other party was not going to pay, so he had to admit his bad luck and say a few words to show his magnanimity.
When he saw this message, Chen Fan laughed, as this guy, in only 15 words, wrote wrong six of those words!
It took another two days to return to the cave, which was four and a half days since they'd left, and two and a half days before the oil bid. There were three identification cards now, all of which were small, like ID cards. The passports were two blue books, and one brown book, and the name was not known.
Luckily, the translator listed a piece of paper written in Chinese characters. It explained that the one in Mali was called Lance Camden, the one in Kenya was Kate Rozanne, and the one in Ethiopia was Nadine Aviv. The background was all fabricated, depicting Chinese descendants living in big cities.
With legal documents, the only thing left was to go to Japan and attend the bidding meeting. The absence of a visa for Japan's entry and exit administration was not a reason for him to travel to Japan, and if the police found him, he would not be admitted and repatriate.
This trip to Japan would certainly not be able to take the deep-sea submersible, otherwise, he would be suffocated in about half an hour, so he only could ride the 30-meter long luxury submarine. Thinking of waiting two and a half days was torture, as Chen Fan was ready to start tomorrow. Yet to get there, he needed to find a translator to find out the details of the bid.
If he wanted to look for a translation, he could contact the translation company from the domestic business English translation company, and let them contact the translators or overseas students from Japan. There was a translation company in Zhongyun, but Chen Fan, for the sake of caution, still went to the nearby coastal city to make contact.
..................
The next morning, at ten o'clock, in Tokyo, Japan, at a temple street near the beach, Chen Fan, who had just been wearing a diving suit, as he had just landed from the middle of the sea, after finding a big tree to hide, rapidly changed his clothes.
Tokyo is the largest city in Asia and the second largest city in the world, with most of its interior coastline being covered by artificial buildings. With that in mind, the electric eel was here for a long time, in order to find a suitable landing site.
After changing, he casually threw the diving suit to the side, then took out a GPS locator from his Armani handbag that was wrapped in plastic bag. He now had to travel three kilometers, before he arrived at a place called the public shrine primary school, to meet the business translator.
The translator was contacted by Chen Fan through the translation company, when he had gone to Tianhai yesterday. The professional business translation time was too tight, so the translation company helped to introduce him to a foreign student at the University of Tokyo, who held a certificate of Japanese grade eight and would have no problem in translating the language plagiarized from Chinese characters.
Chen Fan had now walked for an hour or so with the GPS. Arriving where he thought it should be, he looked around for the translator. As it turns out, the translation company had given him the information of a 24-year-old female graduate student, with a pair of glasses, which looked polite.
Japan is a fast-paced society. Most of the people on the road were in a hurry, so it was easy to find someone that was stationary, waiting for someone else. He was only halfway around the school gate, when he found the target, he didn't even need to make a phone call.
"Hello, are you Dai Yu?" Comparing the two materials, Chen Fan went to the girl with the ponytail, who was dressed in a white collar shirt and a silver-grey women's woolen suit.
"Yes, and you are Mr. Chen?" Dai Yu looked at him and asked in a friendly manner.
She looked not bad, much better than the picture, only her breasts were a little bit smaller. Chen Fan thought these things in his mind, then nodded and handed her the agreement.
"How long will Mr. Chen be staying in Japan?" Dai Yu smiled, then tilted her head, with a soft and weak look.
"Two or three days, as I will go to Shinjuku to settle something." Chen Fan looked at the time. "Is there a Swiss international bank nearby? If so, can you take me there now?"
"They might have one in Ginza! It's about an hour's ride from here, and Shinjuku is close to Ginza, which is more than 20 minutes away from the subway," Dai Yu said, as she stopped a cab.
"The subway?" Chen Fan repeatedly shook his head, as in his impression, the Japanese subway was a synonym for "terror". It's not that there were monsters in it, but that it was more crowded than a can of sardines.
Along the way, the two people chatted, as she told Chen Fan that she specializes in a psychology discipline. She was from Yangzhou, Jiangsu province, and signed a contract with three translation companies in China, which were responsible for some delegation business, tours, and so on, all translation work from her hometown.
A master in psychology? Chen Fan could not help but admiring, thinking how nice it was to meet such a high-level professional, and one who was working for him as a translator. He really did have a sense of achievement today!
"Do you know how to hypnotize, Miss Dai?" Sitting in the back seat of the cab, Chen Fan asked curiously. "As far as I know, the general skills of a psychology master are hypnosis, and hypnosis is a kind of psychology."
"Hypnosis is mostly used for a psychological doctor's treatment in patients with a certain mental disease. It is not as magical as described in films and television literaries. With such, the patients need to open their heart to cooperate, in order to really succeed." Dai Yu smiled and didn't answer his question directly. "If you call a person into a quiet environment, and cause them to be psychosomatically relaxed for five minutes, then hint at him to open his heart to cooperate with your words, then you whisper in his ear: 'Your arms can't lift, your arms can't lift…' then his arms would feel really heavy. But, if you tell him to strangle himself, his subconscious would immediately resist, and he might beat you up!"
"Then can you try to hypnotize me?" Chen Fan tilted his head to the window and said casually.
"Sure! You are a woman. You are a woman..." she said, shaking her finger in front of his head with a smile.
"Wow, there's an Ultraman out there!" All of a sudden, Chen Fan made a dramatic gesture and pointed to the window.
Both of them were about the same age, and they didn't lack a common language, so they kept chatting and laughing all the way. When the cab reached Ginza, Chen Fan realized that the time had passed quickly, for more than an hour!
"Ha Pui!" When he came out of the cab, he spat on the clean grey tile, not because there were too many travelers, but because he wanted to find a building upon which to leave an aggressive message. So, he was getting a tough image ready to go.
"Would you like me to take you to buy spray paint and give it a shot?" Dai Yu stood on the side and said in a casual manner, without any expression of disdain.
"No, it's not fun to be caught!" Chen Fan shook his head and rejected the tempting offer.
They spent money like water here, so of course, buildings like Citi bank, Switzerland bank, Fuji bank, and a mess a lot of banks, had an architectural style that was more and more exaggerating, as if only to reveal their deep pockets. Walking into a gray, white-tipped building, which was a Swiss bank with three silver keys in the doorway, Chen Fan took out his black bank card.
When he just wanted to go the VIP room, a sharp-eyed man in a black suit, came forward in enthusiasm, and bowed ninety degrees, saying, "Dear guests, what can I do for you?"
The expression of Dai Yu was a bit surprised, to think that Chen Fan could let a manager be so attentive, just proved that the card in his hand was not simple. In less than twenty seconds, the manager bowed 90 degrees, then took Chen Fan to the second floor VIP room.
Opening the scarlet hand-carved doors, and stepping on the German branded thick carpet, Chen Fan handed his card over, saying, "Help me prepare ten thousand Yen in cash, then register a Japanese bank card, and transfer ten million Yen inside."
There was no need of translation from Dai Yu, as there were many present, who were all proficient in the language of professional financial translation. Even on the top floor, there were different styles of rooms for distinguished guests of different nationalities.
"Oh, ya!" Chen Fan seemed to recall something, while sipping green tea, and said, "The last time I got more information from the bank on the net, it said I can change to an A card, so what is that?"
"Ah!" The hand of the female staff, who was working on the computer, suddenly shook, and then her eyes looked at him with some amorous expression, where even the foundation of her makeup could not hide her blushing feeling of favor toward him. "This is a credit card that we make specifically for customers with deposits over billions of dollars in the Swiss bank. Holding this card, you can enjoy maximum convenience provided for you, and we not only can summon a professional financial personnel to help you at any time, but we also can supply a professional bodyguard from the bank to anywhere, to provide security for you."
The A membership card that Chen Fan spoke of, when it was heard being discussed, it was like a bombshell released into the water. Not only did all the female employees now have their eyes flirting at him, but even the golden haired, big nosed key customer manager held his laptop and ran personally to Chen Fan like a fawning sycophant.
What was worth mentioning is that Chen Fan's B class membership card was a black color, and was printed with three silver safety deposit box keys. The big client manager from Switzerland told him that he now could choose any color and pattern he liked, to make the A-level membership card distinct.
Also, the card was made of a zero-magnetic wear-resistant metal, so one would not have to worry about the metal's magnetic impact on the chip. This card could not be bulletproof, or explosion-proof, but anyway, it was indeed very strong, and very durable. It was obviously made by professional manufacturing equipment in Switzerland, so one needed to wait three days, before the card was ready, and sent by air express mail. The pattern style Chen Fan still chose was black, then he added a few white auspicious cloud patterns, so it still looked good.
"By the way, do you have a hotel? I came in a hurry, and did not even make a hotel reservation." Chen Fan, sitting on a white calf leather sofa, was playing with his new Japanese bank card, and asked this question of the key customer manager next to him.
"I'm sorry, we don't have a holding hotel, but we do have a partnership with Intercontinental, Accor, Shangri-la, Hilton, and so on. We can order ahead for you and provide a prefabricated consumption mechanism. If you are staying in a hotel that does not support the international bank card, we can pay for you first, then you can only go to UBS Swiss bank website, and then you can pay it."
"What a very considerable method!" Chen Fan smiled and said, "Please help me book the Shangri-la! What about applying for private security? How do I do that?"
"This is a service that was launched two years ago, and is made for guests who are constantly traveling to different countries." The blue-eyed key customer manager tapped his laptop to switch to another document, pointing to the fierce-faced, abnormal muscled uplifted black and white man and said, "All of these bodyguards participated in the six months of rigorous training at a private security firm named Blackwater in the USA. Thus, they are proficient in driving, fighting, shooting and so on. And, many of them are recruiting veterans, generally responsible for the security and escort work of the bank, so if there is a customer in need, they can be called on. In privacy and credibility, we could ensure it in the name of the Swiss Bank. You just need to pay them 500 USD each per day, and you can get the most professional private security for your exclusive use."
"Then find me four black men, the strong ones." Chen Fan touched his chin, thinking about the $500 a day, which was several times more expensive than a domestic private bodyguard. But now, in a foreign country, there were four professional and safe black bodyguards for him, which could be used as a token to make him appear much more glamorous!
After choosing a few photos of the bodyguards, he was satisfied, and Chen Fan turned to Dai Yu and said, "Do you know English? The black men probably couldn't speak Mandarin."
Dai Yu for a long time did not say a word, thinking that using "enigmatic" or "unpredictable" would be suitable words to describe this man. She was lost in thought, wondering about this mysterious foreigner.
"Hello, hello, wake up!" Chen Fan touched her with his arm, waking her from her daydream state.
"Ah, normal communication is fine, but I might not be able to translate, if it's a technical term." In retrospect, Dai Yu looked at him with a look that seemed to say: "I have underestimated you".
"Private security here can speak Japanese, English, and the language of their hometowns!" a translator standing next to the customer manager smiled and said.


Because of an accident, Chen Fan obtained the power to possess an electric eel!
Of course, being an ambitious guy, Chen Fan just HAD to explore his Electric Eel Avatar thoroughly!
Captains, are the Somali pirates still giving you a headache? Come and hire me online, and I will guarantee that your ship will be even safer than protected by an American aircraft carrier!

"Boring…" Hearing Lin Hao tell him about James' background, Hong Dali disdainfully twitched his mouth. "What has that got to do with me? Although I plan to make a few movies, I'm only doing it for fun. It's not like I really plan to develop my business in Hollywood."
"This…" Lin Hao felt a bit depressed. After thinking for half a day, he then said, "Then, Young Master, we can put it this way. The more friends you have, the more options you have in life. Think about it, what if next time you think that filming is very fun and really planned to expand your market? With just one word from James, your movies will be able to enter Hollywood. Those are all box office!"
He wasn't overstating here. This James was indeed an authentic well-known director and had filmed a few big hits. His power in Hollywood was enormous.
If the movies from Heavenly State wished to be screened in Merika, all it needed was just one word from this James.
Of course, on the other hand, if he said that the movie was not good enough, then it was basically impossible for the movie to enter Hollywood.
"That doesn't matter." Hong Dali shrugged indifferently. He had never planned to develop into Hollywood, anyway. He had both the money and people he needed, and he was also unlike Liang Yifeng who flew all around the world to flirt with women. He entered the movie industry purely for the sake of having fun. Also, whether or not he was really going to make more films was still uncertain. Naturally, he didn't regard this James as someone important.
What did it matter how powerful he was in his country. It's not like he would give the money he earned to Hong Dali, and Hong Dali also didn't need any help from him, so why the need to act so humbly towards him?
But the problem was, he was brought here by Lin Hao. As the saying goes, you can disregard someone, but you should slightly respect them if he were a friend of your friend. Hong Dali could totally disregard James, but he couldn't totally disregard Lin Hao. He nodded and asked, "OK, then let me talk to him. Hm, I almost forgot to ask, what did you bring him here for? Investment?" That would be good because Hong Dali was still afraid that he was spending money too slowly…
"As for this, I wanted to ask you to put a share in. But as for how, I'm not too sure. I didn't ask for the specific details." Lin Hao saw that Hong Dali's tone wasn't as firm as before and finally felt relieved.
"Oh, I shall ask him then." Hong Dali instantly walked up, smiled and asked, "Mr. James, right? What is it that you came to find me for today?" The translator hurriedly translated his words.
"… %¥… &&*&…" James said.
The translator translated at the same time. "Mr. James said that Mr. Lin should have told you who he is. He came today to borrow the alligator snapping turtle to act in his new film. Of course, it isn't for free, he can give you 10% of the shares for the movie."
What the heck! He actually came for this? Does this fellow even know what my Big Turtle represents?
And he still intends to borrow it? A yellow-haired monkey asking to borrow it just like that? 10% of the shares? Do you think I am a moron?
Hong Dali didn't even think about it, he directly shook his head. "No!"
"This…" Hearing Hong Dali rejected so directly, the translator was a bit depressed. He didn't know how he should translate this one. After thinking for a long while, he finally translated it to James in English.
"WHY!?" This time, Hong Dali understood this word. Of course, just this one word, the rest was still gibberish to him. "%¥%¥##*(&&)*)*)(*——)(("
"What is this dude saying now?" Hong Dali cocked his head and strangely looked at the translator.
"Er…" The translator felt that ever since he started being a translator for James, today was the hardest to translate. But out of professional ethics, he still chose to translate honestly. "Mr. James said that the alligator snapping turtle is just larger than normal, that's all. They spent 2.2 million USD for this new film, it's one of the largest blockbuster films in history. 10% of the shares is equivalent to two million plus yuan—this is practically money dropping from the sky. If Mr. Hong doesn't agree, he suspects there's something wrong with your… IQ."
Indeed, from James' perspective, he could obtain two million plus worth of shares by just shooting a few scenes, this was indeed akin to money dropping from the sky.
If it were some other animal, Hong Dali would have agreed since there weren't any cons. It was just shooting for fun, it wasn't something that really mattered to him.
However, if he wanted Big Turtle, it was definitely a no.
What image did Big Turtle have in the Nation now? The divine beast, the Black Tortoise! A totem-like sacred creature! It was fine for him to play with Big Turtle and bring it out for a walk because he was, after all, the one who helped turn it over. But allowing the Merikans to use it for their film? Two million? Even 20 million couldn't get him to agree!
Once he really did such a thing, that would represent that Big Turtle had fallen from its God-like altar. By that time, the loss would definitely be much more than what he gained!
Suspect my IQ? There would be something wrong with my IQ if I really lent it to you!
"Ask if he understands the culture of our Nation. Does he know what Big Turtle represents?" By this time, Hong Dali couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to this James anymore. However, because Lin Hao's relationship with Hong Dali was not bad, he would just speak a few more words with him. If not, Hong Dali would have already thrown him out—he didn't need to beg this fellow for anything, what was he so cocky for?
"OK." The translator instantly communicated with James. Then, the translator said, "Mr. James said that he knows what Big Turtle represents. However, he also said that those are ridiculous matters. Big Turtle is just a big turtle, just a specially big one, it's nothing much…" As the translator spoke to this point, he saw that Hong Dali's expression wasn't very good and hurriedly added, "Young Master Dali, I'm just a translator. I just translate whatever my boss says, please don't blame me."
Hearing him said so, Hong Dali was instead amused. He nodded and said, "Yup, don't worry, I promise I will not make things difficult to you. Tell him, Hollywood is just a small place. To say it nicely, it's the center of the filming industry. But to say it not so nicely, it's just a small county town. I really don't give any regards to it."
When Hong Dali finished saying this, Tang Muxin instantly cheered and said, "Well said, Dali! That is really domineering, I support you! I give you 32 likes!"
Li Nianwei, Lin Zixuan, and the nine lackeys all raised their thumbs too.
The lackeys were thinking:
"Being Young Master's subordinate, the treatment is indeed different! We won't lose out no matter where we go!"
"Young Master is really a man of iron! Look at how he said it! The other party said that Big Turtle was just a normal alligator snapping turtle, and Young Master replied that Hollywood is just a small county town. This whack at the face is really awesome!"
The translator wanted to translate Hong Dali's words into English, but suddenly, James pulled him aside and angrily walked up to Hong Dali, their foreheads so close that they were almost touching. James spoke with out of practice Chinese and angrily said, "Mr. Hong Dali, what do you mean by this!? Are you looking down on Hollywood? Hollywood is not only the place of origin of the entire world's fashion, but it's also the center of music and filming! We have world class entertainment estates and luxury brands there. We're the frontier and representative of the entire world's fashion!"
"Oh…" Hong Dali moved back a bit, turned around, looked at the translator, waved him over, grinned and said, "That who, translator, yes, you. Come here, come."
"Me?" The translator pointed at his own nose, then hurriedly walked over. "Young Master Dali, please instruct me."
"Yup, help me translate one sentence." Hong Dali sniffled. "What has this got to do with this! Just this sentence!"
"This…" The translator broke out in a sweat, but he naturally didn't dare to resist Hong Dali's order. He hurriedly translated: "Mr. James, Young Master Dali said, I don't care…"
Before he was done, Hong Dali directly pulled him aside. "You're not imposing at all!" Saying so, Hong Dali turned around and asked Tang Muxin, "Xinxin, I want a direct translation, word by word!"
"OK!" Tang Muxin grinned and said, "Close My Bird Thing[1]."
"Yup." Then, he turned towards James and, word by word, said, "Close my bird thing!" In the end, he didn't forget to add, "UNDERSTAND?"
"You! Do you know that you are making the whole Hollywood your enemy!?" James angrily said, "Over there, everyone has to respect me. Even those film magnates don't dare to speak to me like this! Even the honorary mayor of Hollywood has to show respect to me! We have a deep foundation and heritage in fashion and strong technologies to support us. We're the role model that everyone around the world sought to copy from. A lot of celebrities in your country wish to be able to advance to Hollywood even if they have to bribe us!"
"Oh, I'm really afraid by hearing what you said!" Hong Dali cheekily said. "But what has that got to do with me? I said that I'm not lending, no means no. Translator, translate my words to him!"
"This…" The translator was really depressed today. He could only start translating to James. Again, gibberish to Hong Dali. "¥%¥...&%(*)(**——)——"
Tang Muxin and the rest almost died from laughter. This Hong Dali could really pull off a spoof. At the start, this fellow brought a translator here, but just after a few words, this James started speaking Chinese. Instead, Hong Dali didn't let the translator rest but asked him to translate his words to English and return it to him…
Actually, speaking of which, everyone present didn't have any good impression of this James. All of them disliked him.
Since you are able to speak Chinese, what's the point of bringing a translator and putting up a front for? What use is there? To show how noble you are? Our Young Master's background is very impressive, but he never acted as you did!
"You're making the entire Hollywood your enemy!" James gritted his teeth and said, "I promise! From now on, any movie related to you will never be able to enter Merika! Not possible!"
"Oh, actually, I have some words for you too." Hong Dali grinned and said, "Don't put up a front, or lightning will strike you." After saying this, Hong Dali sniffled and added, "Also… Who set the rule that Hollywood must be in Merika?"
[1] A literal translation of 'How is this my problem'


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


There was only one Brother Li on Douyu and that person was definitely not Li Laoba.
Brother Li was an outstanding mid player of a squad. His real name was Li Xianghe and he had remarkable talent as well as perseverance in MOBA eSports games. Hence, he was titled "devil king" by his fans.
He was absolutely in love with games.
Nonetheless, throughout his professional career that was like a rollercoaster ride, it was not his losses at competitions that were when he hit rock bottom. However, it was when he encountered a man called "Ma Datou"...
Of course, that was another story.
That night, Brother Li streamed live on Douyu at an irregular time and the game server was temporarily under maintenance.
Therefore, he could only "build bridges" by himself.
At that time, Cola the translator noticed his spectators'"dying wish" in the bullet screen. Hence, she could not help but ask him in Korean.
"PUBG?" Brother Li adjusted the glass on the bridge's nose and then asked as he was unsure, "Are there many spectators who want to watch?"
"Yes, yes! Many, many spectators want to watch you play!"
Cola replied with a sweet voice but also a rather exaggerated tone.
"Oh." Brother Li pondered for a while before he nodded. "Alright, I'll play a few rounds."
Since he was an amiable person, he rarely rejected his spectators' requests.
Hence, after creating an account, Brother Li the devil king went offline.
With that, Parachuter No.1 Li Xianghe came online.
Five times in a row, before Brother Li could even get an idea of what a blue circle was, he was dead.
"This is cracking me up, I can't believe that Brother Li actually went through such a miserable phase."
"In just ten minutes, he's been on the plane five times, what a bargain!"
"Brother Li is expressing how fun the parachuting game is!"
"I noticed that Brother Li is improving a lot, his instant death is not inferior to Teacher Ma's at all!"
"Please, stop it, go look for someone to carry Brother Li!"
"I think Vic is online! Anyone wants to go to the Chicken King's live streaming channel with me to request for reinforcements?"
"Attention! Later at the Attractive Section, remember not to fall behind no matter what! Don't click into any young lady's channel."
"..."
Concurrently, in Liu Zilang's live streaming channel.
After turning on his live stream, he was about to chat with his spectators about the competition that had taken place that afternoon.
Right then, a group of spectators flooded his channel and began spamming the bullet screen.
"Chicken King, please carry Brother Li!"
"Brother Li is about to become autistic from parachuting."
"GreedForEarthlyBonds sent the streamer a super rocket - Streamer, please let Brother Li experience the game!"
"SugarCube sent the streamer a super rocket - Quick, tell Brother Li that PUBG isn't a parachute simulator."
When Liu Zilang saw the bullet screen on his live streaming channel, he was confused. "Brother Li? Who's Brother Li?"
Upon hearing Liu Zilang's question, the viewers flooded his bullet screen with comments once again.
"There's only one Brother Li in Douyu, that's my Li Xianghe!"
"Of course Brother Li is the devil king, Faker!"
"Both of you are devil Kings. You can't just watch him die, Chicken King!"
Seeing as the fans from another streamer's live streaming channel had sent him super rockets, Liu Zilang would have felt bad if he did not agree to it.
On the other hand, he was also curious about Brother Li who was mentioned because his name sounded familiar.
After thinking about it, he laughed as he said, "Alright, ask him to join me on YY. Oh right, spectators who clicked in, remember to subscribe!"
However, it was not Cola the translator who contacted Liu Zilang later but the official staff of Douyu.
It turned out that once the super admin noticed the situation and reported it, the manager of Douyu's live streaming channel realized how it could be a subject of a talk. Hence, he quickly arranged a meeting for the two of them.
Before long, the officials set up a train banner on the homepage with a title that read, "Shocking news! The first collaboration of the two devil kings, and it's actually because…"
When Liu Zilang noticed the banner on the homepage, his face turned dark!
'Shocking my*ss!'
All of a sudden, the sweet voice of a lady was heard in his YY.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you there? Are you there?"
"I'm here, I'm here," Liu Zilang quickly responded, "I'm Vic."
"Hehe, call me Cola, this is Brother Li."
"Annyeonghaseyo…" Li Xianghe immediately greeted him but he sounded shy.
Although he could not speak Mandarin, he was familiar with the name "Brother Li", which was what his Hua Xia fans usually called him.
Thus, as soon as he heard Cola say that, he replied.
"Brother Li? It's an honor to meet you at last!"
Liu Zilang did not say that out of courtesy. Instead, he had spent some time searching on Baidu and found that apart from Brother Li's glorious and legendary professional career, there was also something interesting about him…
Nevertheless, it was not the time for it. Since everyone was ready, Liu Zilang asked, "What are your IDs? I'll add you in."
"Mine is CoCo, let me check Brother Li's ID… it's Hideonbush, I've shared it on the public screen."
Cola smiled with her eyes squinted. "I'll join you guys, mainly to translate for Brother Li. Don't despise me for being a noob."
"No worries, no worries, just protect Brother Li."
Liu Zilang chuckled and then copied their IDs to add them into his squad.
Once the three of them were ready, the screen changed.
"Are we playing a three-man squad?" Cola asked.
"I think it'll be four of us, I forgot to deselect the auto-matching option." Liu Zilang shook his head as he laughed. "Forget it, we'll just carry that other player."
Next, the three of them appeared in Mirama's prison spawn area.
When the match began, before the three of them could say anything, a loud shout was heard in their voice chat!
"F*ck! I did it! I got matched with them!"
"Really? F*ck, you did it, brother!"
"Quick, say hi to them!"
"Vic, you're awesome!"
"F*ck, is that how you greet someone?"
"Brother Li, all the best! Hammer Ma Datou in his face! Be brave to love!"
"..."
Liu Zilang almost dissolved in laughter when he heard the last comment.
Brother Li heard someone call his name but he was rather baffled so he asked, "Ma… Ma Datou?"
The spectators in their live streaming channels burst out laughing upon hearing his remarks.
'Looks like we've been matched with a university student who lives in a hostel. It explains the overflowing youth...' Liu Zilang thought to himself.
At that moment, someone spoke while trying to hold back his excitement, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my roommates like to fool around. Vic, I'm your ultimate fan!"
"Fella, you have good taste!"
Liu Zilang was instantly overjoyed and could not help but ask, "Between Master Ze and I, who do you think is better?"
"Uh…" That person hesitated for a while before he answered, "Fifty-fifty?"
Upon hearing his answer, before Liu Zilang could express his dissatisfaction, it seemed like the answer triggered Brother Li's memory.
That was because being in Korea, he vaguely remembered being rated the same way with another person…
...


Liu Zilang had a well-kept secret — he was a prodigy in competitive FPS eSports. His specialty? CSGO. He even entered the finals in the prestigious world tournament.

Alas, his team fell short due to Liu Zilang's inexperience. Shattered by the fact, Liu Zilang vanished from the eSports scene. That was until his friends got him to play a new game known as PUBG.

Liu Zilang's life turned around and he began to make his comeback. Follow Liu Zilang as he encounters difficult situations, all while learning to open up as a person, but more importantly as a brother.

"You're not a police officer or a judge. You don't have the right to ask me to answer all your questions. However, if you write nonsense, I will reserve my rights and let the lawyers handle it. " Qian Shuishui smiled. She was not afraid of them writing nonsense, but she could not guarantee that.. She would not go to the lawyers and sue them. With her current status, she could find a good lawyer. Moreover, whether they would be willing to accompany her to the end was a matter for another time.
This reporter was instantly terrified. In a few seconds, his expression changed slightly and he immediately shouted, "alright, then you can get the security guards to do it. I can also report it. "
Qian Shuishui looked over in amusement "Go ahead. We have cameras here. When the time comes, get your lawyer to come. I will show him. If there's nothing else, please leave. Please don't do something that is of low quality. Please remember that you are just a reporter. You also have to act according to the laws of the country. You don't have to do whatever you want. Please leave!"
The young reporter left with a sour expression. It was quite embarrassing to be sent out by the security guards. Moreover, he didn't expect Qian Shuishui to be so stubborn. Moreover, he couldn't find a loophole in every word she said. After all, what she said was the truth because she wasn't in the industry Moreover, she had money, so it was easy to sue them.
They were just reporters and didn't have any backing. Once something happened, the magazine wouldn't protect them. Perhaps, in order to protect their own reputation, they would throw away the reporters who were in trouble because they didn't lack them.
Although this young reporter was angry, she knew what she should do.
Faced with a tricky question, she answered. If the other party wasn't satisfied and still refused to give up, she would absolutely not tolerate it. This was because these people couldn't be tolerated. Once they tolerated it, it would be easy for them to push their luck and not be able to see North and south.
Qian Shuishui felt that it was quite successful. Whether or not she could achieve her goal still depended on the business of her company.
In the face of some professional questions from the KIA reporters, she would also give professional answers. However, in order to let them understand, she would simplify her words and let them understand.
Some reporters had also investigated Qian Shuishui. She had taken the college entrance examination for a science major and her results were very excellent in university.
This part was very easy to write. It was the start-up of a Straight-a student. Moreover, many of the designs were done by her own hands. This was a design that was not available at home and abroad. Most importantly, she was not afraid at all in the face of so many reporters. In the face of troublemakers, she would not go head-to-head with them She would not do anything that would damage her own standards.
Qian Shuishui could basically answer their questions. When it was almost time, Qian Shuishui said apologetically, "I'm sorry, it's time. But thank you for your support today. If you're hungry, you can enjoy the delicious food in the hotel. "
After she finished speaking politely, she walked to her family and said, "Dad, it's almost time. Get Ready. I'll let the other guests know. "
"Okay. " Qian an nodded. The two of them decided to go back early today. Actually, the reporters' interview time was a little long. After it ended, it was already 11 o'clock.
Shui Shui greeted her friends and other elders.
She also received a text message from Mu Ziyu on her phone. He said that he was halfway to success, but the Deli company invited them to have lunch together tomorrow afternoon. He brought a professional translator with him, but he also hoped that she could accompany him.
Shui Shui naturally agreed and replied, "Okay, send me the location tomorrow. I'll go straight to the place for lunch. I won't be going early in the morning. I'm going to the company to stay. There are some documents waiting for me to handle. Although I'm the boss, I can't often miss work. "


She was a combination of a high iq scholar and a black-bellied prince charming. She was a one-on-one, two-on-one, two-on-one, absolutely refreshing, and she was welcome to jump into the pit.
She was a young and famous physicist from a future world.
He was the eldest son of a modern wealthy family.
When she was in a plane crash and became a modern-day second-generation girl, she was proficient in drinking. She was also ranked last in her studies. At home, her elder sister did not love her, her younger brother hated her, and her parents did not care.
In the circle of Friends of the rich second generation, they also looked down on this idiot.
He was noble and elegant, the idol of all women.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad student, and her mind was empty every day.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, playing with boys'emotions
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, and she was good at eating, drinking, and playing.
Then please tell me, who is this woman in front of me, leisurely drinking coffee, and reading the physics report in a foreign language with great interest?

The young man rapidly took a place in the domestic fashion circle.
Finally, the professionals issued a notice for Qin Guan. He took a deep breath. This sure will be hard work.
With excellent quality and a reasonable price, the 56-page album would cost 35 yuan.
This meant that Qin Guan would have to finish the photoshoot before the release date of all the magazines.
All the photos would be checked by a professional group with a magnifying glass.
Fortunately, the Citizen watch Qin Guan would represent was a classical watch among mechanical ones. The branding business thought that his personality matched the watch perfectly. The watch symbolized independence, self-confidence and a low profile.
The album told the story of a man in an ice-cold metallic city, who had just started his own business. In the deep night, he worked at his desk alone, neon lights shining outside the window.
When he made some achievements at work, he was suddenly surrounded by applause. Tired but satisfied, he was waiting for the last subway home. The dim back view of the lonely man expressed the loneliness of a stranger in a metropolis. 
His heart palpitated with excitement when he came across a girl. The girl was Qin Guan’s partner. As the female ambassador of Citizen, she had arrived in the capital that day.
The Japanese director nearly pulled his hair out for choosing a film actress to cooperate with Qin Guan.
After careful consideration, they finally chose Fukada Kyōko to be the ambassador of the new ladies’ watch.
They met outside the Citizen headquarters for the first time and were quickly followed by countless journalists. Lights were flashing everywhere. Everyone was filled with curiosity about the controversial star. 
The staff stopped the journalists and led the two actors into the shooting studio.
Qin Guan and Fukada Kyōko were looking at each other from head to toe. With her pure beautiful face and excellent figure, the girl had quickly become popular in Japan. She had impressed Qin Guan a lot.
As a tough man, Qin Guan never watched Japanese TV series, but she was renowned, not just for her face or figure, but for her romantic interests too. She was known as the Stamp-Collecting Queen [1].
Qin Guan looked at the girl, who was only a little younger than him. Who could imagine that she’d had a three-way romance?
Her ex-boyfriends included Takizawa Hideaki, Noriyuki Higashiyama (their relationship had lasted for only one year), and the hot scriptwriter Shinji Nojima (who had been the third party).
The hot actress, who had made her debut two years earlier, had already begun collecting handsome boys.
The staff made a short introduction. Kyoko Fukada bowed before Qin Guan politely and then followed her assistant to the dressing room.
Looking at her back, Qin Guan touched his jaw. He would need a translator while he worked with the Japanese girl. He believed it was necessary to handle several foreign languages considering that he would have to work with a foreign brand. 
Several days earlier, he had begun to study Japanese. He had even audited some Japanese classes at the training school and had mastered the basics of Japanese dialogue.
There would be some unique words during the shooting though. To avoid a misunderstanding, Qin Guan had relied on a translator during the negotiation.
Kyoko entered her dressing room and gave up her cute girl act. She sat in a chair, folding her legs up.
The dresser got to work while she shared her opinion on Qin Guan with her assistant.
"My Chinese partner is so handsome, Yumiko! My vision was too narrow! I’ll ask my agent to find foreign stars for me."
Yumiko smiled, her eyes narrowing to slits. "You’re right, Ms. Kyoko. You have to work harder now. If you became a superstar in Asia, you would get more chances to work abroad."
Facing the mirror, Kyoko Fukada gently smoothed pink lip gloss over her lips and kissed the air. "Mr. Qin is really handsome. All the girls will fall in love with him. Am I right, Yumiko?" 
Yumiko was nervous. You are my elder sister, Fukada. This is just a photo album. Did you find your true love again? 
Kyoko seemed to know what she was thinking about. She turned around and cast a soft glance at her assistant.
"Don’t worry, I prefer a man who can stay with me. I’m a textbook feminist. A lover from a foreign country is not my cup of tea."
She looked at herself in the large mirror. The girl reflected in it was dressed in a backless one-piece. "I’m jealous of those sexy girls," she murmured to herself disappointedly.
       She looked even younger when she grumbled.
By the time Kyoko Fukada finished getting dressed and went to the studio, the crew had also arranged everything. 
Qin Guan was standing on set in a dark grey suit, wearing a dark gold Citizen watch. The fine diamonds on it were shining in the light.
He had broad shoulders and a straight back. The close-fitting suit complimented his slender waist and long legs.
According to the script, Qin Guan, a successful businessman, had just found his other half. Wearing a long dress, Kyoko Fukada had to bend over his back with emotion and express her happiness for their meeting.



Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

It was impossible to leech off of the Headmaster's hospitably for long and I wasn't the one to stay idle. Therefore, participating in school activities alongside the brat may have been a way to occupy my time for the next harrowing five years.

As the idea of transporting to another world started to sink into my mind albeit reluctantly, it came to my understanding how I was able to communicate fluently between English and whatever their language was. They however, did not know the reason either and I did not bother to dive into it as much as long as it solved issues related to miscommunication. 

Despite being able to speak and read their almost Arabic like alphabet as if were directly translated by a professional translator, I failed to write in their respective language when the Headmaster requested. When I wrote in perfect English, they saw it as a foreign blocky runes and when I wrote in Chinese, the results were somewhat the same.

What wasn't fine, was that the brat was tasked to teach me how to write in his language an hour every day after lessons were finished. It was a logical decision by the Headmaster, but my heart bubbled in an undisclosed anger only to realize that my pride was greatly stirred.

The brat didn't look too well either, his initial shock quickly fading as fast as his face was drained of color. There was no room to object, not as if he had the guts to do so anyways; serving as his just punishment for his reckless summoning. It didn't sit right as I was treated as something to be feared but I'd be lying if I did not enjoy the look of terror reflecting in his green eyes.

"As for the lodging, tuition, and other paperwork; rest assured for I will diligently deal with these matters for a smooth transition into our humble academy." The Headmaster smiled causing his wrinkles near his eyes to be more prominent. With his long white beard and wise blue eyes, he looked strikingly similar to whoever played Dumbledore or Grandalf.

"For now, please stay at this dorm-room." He turned to the brunette, "Please guide Miss Ran to her dorm." A gold encrusted key appeared before landing in the palm of the brat's hand; the three black numbers "444" deeply engraved.

As if my mood could get any worse, the heaviness prominent in my heart deepen more looking despondently at the ignorant Headmaster.

Hey! Mr. Headmaster, are you the Chinese devil?

Suddenly finding herself not in Yucatan but in a dingy lit room, the young esper Ran finds herself stuck in some fantasy backwater place with no soft toilet paper.

professional translator

the translator

The Professional

Dragon Ball Rebirth of Drake [Dropped]

Super Electric Eel Avatar

Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal

Kar98K Upon Touchdown!

She was born into a wealthy family

Rebirth: How A Loser Became A Prince Charming

Esper in a Fantasy World

just testing

People search professional translator also like: