Chat Group in Douluo: Messing with the Multiverse

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[Xiao Yan: Tsk tsk tsk, this teleportation talisman is something else!]

[Xiao Yan: Master Fortune Teller Tang, take a guess—who's gonna be the most miserable person in the chat soon?]

[Ye Fan: Master Fortune Teller Tang, take a guess—who's gonna be the most miserable person in the chat soon?]

[Flame Lingji: Master Fortune Teller Tang, take a guess—who's gonna be the most miserable person in the chat soon?]

[Lu Xueqi: Master Fortune Teller Tang, take a guess—who's gonna be the most miserable person in the chat soon?]

[Lu Xian: Break the chain, strict ban on copy-pasting!]

[Lu Xian: I just tested it—the teleportation talisman can be put inside a red packet!]

The moment Xiao Yan saw this message, his eyes lit up. Ye Fan also looked eager to give it a try, while Flame Lingji's seductive gaze turned sharp with killing intent.

[Lu Xian: Time to beat up that fraudster! Priority goes to those skilled in medieval torture methods!]

[Xiao Yan: Bro, I've never begged anyone in my life, but I'm begging you now—give me a chance!]

[Xiao Yan: We can make a deal! People call me the Stock Market Saint for a reason!]

[Lu Xian: Forget that nickname, bro. How could I ever forget you?]

[Lu Xian has sent Xiao Yan a special red packet]

[Xiao Yan has claimed the red packet]

[Xiao Yan: Good brothers don't need words! If you ever visit my place, the best liquor is on me. Anything you want, just ask!]

[Ye Fan: Lu Xian, count me in! I've been holding back against that fraudster for way too long!]

[Lu Xian: No problem, I'm so broke that all I have left are chat points!]

[Lu Xian has sent Ye Fan a special red packet]

[Ye Fan has claimed the red packet]

[Lu Xian: Flame Lingji and Lu Xueqi, the next scene might be too brutal. You two should sit this one out—I don't want you to be traumatized.]

[Lu Xueqi: I'm not interested.]

[Flame Lingji: Are you looking down on me?]

[Lu Xian: Of course not! I'm just worried it'll be too disgusting—like, we might end up throwing that fraudster into a latrine pit or something.]

[Flame Lingji: …]

[Flame Lingji: Actually, I just remembered I have something urgent to take care of.]

[Lu Xueqi: Killing someone is one thing, but going that far…]

[Xiao Yan: Lu Xueqi, stay out of this! Even if the king of heaven himself came today, he wouldn't be able to stop me! I swear it!]

[Xiao Yan: Throwing him in a latrine pit is too kind! If I don't torture him until he begs for death, I'll write my name backwards!]

[Ye Fan: Okay, maybe the latrine pit thing is a bit much, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious to see how that would go down. Hehehe…]

[Lu Xian: Better to regret morality than to risk life.]

[Ye Fan: Damn, Lu Xian, that was profound!]

[Xiao Yan: Profound +1. That bastard can't be allowed to live!]

[Lu Xian: Enough talk. Let's go!]

[Master Fortune Teller Tang: Shit! Don't come near me!]

On Earth.

Tang San Gui stared at the chat messages, his face turning green. He trembled in his cramped rental room, fear creeping into his bones.

"Wait, the police! I should go to the police station. There are officers there, guns too… Maybe they can protect me…"

His legs were so weak he could barely stand. Staggering to his feet, he clung to the wall for support, shaking with every step as he moved toward the door.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

Three portals suddenly opened in front of him, completely blocking the exit. Seeing this, Tang San Gui's last hope crumbled. His legs gave out, and he almost wet himself on the spot.

They got here so fast…

I'm doomed. This is really the end…

Ripples spread across the portals as three figures stepped out, scanning the surroundings before exchanging glances.

Ye Fan and Lu Xian had met before, but this was Xiao Yan's first time seeing them in person.

He looked about fifteen or sixteen, dressed in a black combat outfit, with a small ponytail tied behind his head. Compared to Ye Fan's quiet elegance, Xiao Yan's features were sharper, giving him a more determined look.

In the chat, he came across as a jokester, but in person, he actually seemed pretty composed.

"You two…" Xiao Yan's gaze flicked between them, trying to figure out who was who.

"Timing King, nice to meet you." Ye Fan cupped his hands in greeting, revealing his identity to spare Xiao Yan the guesswork.

Xiao Yan sized up the shorter Ye Fan, a smile tugging at his lips. He returned the greeting with a fist bump, saying, "Leaf Black, I've heard a lot about you. Didn't expect you to be this young."

Sometimes, men don't need words—just a look and they get each other.

Lu Xian laughed. "Alright, enough with the introductions. We'll have plenty of time to talk later. Let's deal with business first."

"Just making sure he doesn't mistake our identities…" Ye Fan shrugged, then turned to look at Tang San Gui, who was still slumped on the floor, his smile turning cold.

Xiao Yan had no patience left. "Alright, brothers, don't fight me for this—I go first!"

Clenching his fists, he strode forward.

Lu Xian and Ye Fan exchanged a glance but stopped in their tracks.

When it came to grudges against this fraud, Xiao Yan definitely had the biggest bone to pick. He'd been scammed way too hard…

So, it was only fair to let him take the first shot.

"You bastard, you really thought you could scam me and get away with it?!"

Xiao Yan sneered, grabbing Tang San Gui by the collar and yanking him up. His sharp yet youthful face twisted into a ferocious expression as he growled, "Did you ever think this day would come?!"

"Brother Yan… Brother Yan, please!"

"I was wrong, I swear I was wrong! Spare me…"

"I-I'll give you back the ring… Just don't kill me…"

Tang San Gui was so terrified he pissed himself. Trembling, he fumbled a ring out of a red packet.

Swoosh—

The moment the ring emerged, it seemed to have a mind of its own, slipping from his fingers and floating in mid-air.

A white silhouette drifted out of the ring, forming into the figure of an old man with a scholarly air—white hair, long robes, and a neat little goatee. Even in his old age, he still looked refined, hinting at how handsome he must've been in his youth.

After spending over a month trapped in a dark, timeless void, Yao Chen hadn't gone insane, but he was definitely frustrated. He'd been desperately searching for a way out.

And now, just like that, he was free.

And standing before him—was the boy whose energy he'd absorbed for three years.

Xiao Yan loosened his grip slightly, staring at the old man with a complex expression…

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