I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms - Chapter 21 - 20 - "Better to be a little arrogant than to be labeled a weakling.

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Hao Ren (literally means “good man”), as his Chinese name suggested, is a good man, and his ideal was to live a restful, comfortable life as a landlord. At least that was his plan before a couple of abnormal creatures rented his house.

Blast! The famous Lin family in Jinchuan went bankrupt.

Guazhong: Who is so capable?

Insider: The unworthy descendant Lin Wanli!

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Brilliant! Jinchuan Yanluo and Huo Yaoxiao are married!

Guazhong: Who is the bride?

Insider: Domineering and arrogant Lin Wanli!

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Shock! The identity of the person in charge of Taixi Biology was revealed.

Guazhong: Who is the president?

Insider: Or Lin Wan… Li?

That waste waste snack? ?

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In her previous life, Lin Wanli was tricked by her girlfriends, framed by her scumbag father, and rejected by her grandmother. She couldn’t even protect her eight-month-old daughter, and was abandoned in the trash can by the nanny.

Resurrecting her life, Lin Wanli desperately seized the bargaining chip for revenge, and also grabbed the man who helped her avenge her. It’s just… She always thought that man was also reborn, until he could see through her heart without any scruples.

Lin Wanli: “Mr. Huo, it’s a bit impolite for you to be reborn with skills!”

A certain master: “When did I say that I was born again?”

Lin Wanli: “Is that my misunderstanding?”

A certain master: “No misunderstanding, I have some skills. For example, I heard someone say in my heart last night that the bed is really a bit small?”

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In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?