Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Pan Yang returned the way he came and saw Zhou Yang's car still there. He sped over, got in, and closed the door in one smooth motion.

The driver hesitated, wondering whether to drive or not.

"Let's go." Zhou Yang's voice came through, and the driver breathed a sigh of relief and started the car.

After driving for about half an hour, the car finally stopped in front of a villa.

Pan Yang got out of the car naturally, looked around the villa, and thought, "Not bad. So, this world can finally be a place for retirement, right?" He was quite pleased.

Zhou Yang got out of the car and looked at Pan Yang standing in front of the villa. Pan Yang looked at the villa expressionlessly, without a trace of greed in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Zhou Yang asked slowly, and before Pan Yang could answer, he walked into the villa on his own.

Pan Yang quickly followed him. The interior was decorated in a uniform cool white, which looked solemn and grand, quite in line with his gangster identity.

He simply lay down on the sofa, completely relaxed, looking comfortable.

Zhou Yang walked to another sofa and sat down. He casually took out a cigarette, and the servant next to him quickly lit it for him.

"You like to smoke?" Pan Yang sat up and looked at him.

Zhou Yang exhaled a smoke ring. This was the first time someone had dared to ask him if he liked smoking. However, he casually stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, only realizing why he had done it afterward.

"Smoking is harmful to your health," Pan Yang said in a serious tone.

Zhou Yang looked at Pan Yang, this guy really was fearless: "I don't keep idle people here."

"?!" Pan Yang blinked. Seriously? I have to work?!

He took a deep breath, and after a long pause as if accepting the truth, he crossed his legs, even appearing somewhat relaxed: "Fine, who do you want me to kill?"

Huan Zhouyang was taken aback; this person was truly difficult to evaluate.

“I don’t need you to kill anyone,” Zhou Yang said. He didn’t think this young man could kill his rivals. He even felt that the man was too arrogant and was truly a newborn calf that was not afraid of tigers.

"Then what do you need to do?" Pan Yang was a little confused.

Zhou Yang leaned back on the sofa and looked Pan Yang up and down. Pan Yang was wearing a slightly yellowed shirt and casual pants, and he didn't look any thinner.

"I'll leave the cleaning of the villa to you." Zhou Yang stood up and walked upstairs.

Pan Yang stared at Zhou Yang in shock. What a cruel heart! What a cruel heart!

Finally, Zhou Yang disappeared around the corner of the stairs. The servant next to him very responsibly handed a rag to Pan Yang and began to explain carefully: "Clean it once in the morning and once in the evening. The stairs, including the handrails and windows, need to be wiped, especially the corners."

Pan Yang took the rag, nodded, and continued to lie on the sofa. There was no way he was going to do any work!

Seeing his appearance, the servant opened his mouth but ultimately did not say anything.

He lay there until mealtime, and when he smelled the food being prepared, he quickly got up. Zhou Yang was already sitting at the table eating.

Without any hesitation, Fan Yang sat down at the dining table and looked at the table full of dishes, which were very plentiful, but there were no bowls or chopsticks for him.

So he unceremoniously ran to the kitchen and grabbed a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and Zhou Yang did not stop him.

After finishing his meal, Zhou Yang went out. The house was huge, so there were many servants, but not many people paid any attention to him. Naturally, they ignored him when he spoke to them.

After dawdling for a while, Zhou Yang finally appeared, almost at night. Pan Yang immediately sat up from the sofa and walked to Zhou Yang's side. Zhou Yang carried a faint smell of blood.

This immediately banished any sleepiness from Pan Yang's mind: "You're injured? Who did this?"

Seeing his expression, Zhou Yang calmly took off his suit jacket and tossed it aside: "You're not injured. Those people are already dead."

Just when he thought someone would gasp, he heard Fan Yang's voice in his ear.

"It's good that he's dead, but did you really clean it up? Are you really alright?" Pan Yang remained skeptical.

Zhou Yang found it amusing that a gangster boss like himself had his abilities questioned by a recent graduate, but he couldn't bring himself to be angry.

It's so weird.

"It's nothing." Zhou Yang's voice was calm, and then the servant behind him handed a cloth bag to Pan Yang.

When Pan Yang took it, he saw that it was clothes, so it seemed that he must have bought them for himself.

"There are three sets of clothes inside, you can change into them." Zhou Yang said as he walked upstairs, but he suddenly stopped at the top of the stairs: "After you wash up, go to my room."

After saying that, he continued walking uphill.

Pan Yang shrugged, and a servant immediately stepped forward: "The bathroom is this way." He then led Pan Yang to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Pan Yang changed into pajamas, which were among the clothes he had bought. Finally, he was led by a servant to Zhou Yang's room.

Zhou Yang changed into his pajamas and sat on the bed with his laptop on his lap and headphones on.

Pan Yang simply climbed onto the bed and sat down next to Zhou Yang. Just then, the laptop made a sound.

"Boss, the gang in the West District has been dealt with. What about those traitors?"

On the other side of the screen, the lights were dim, and the environment vaguely resembled a warehouse. There seemed to be a bloodstain in the area illuminated by the light.

"killed."

"Understood." The person on the screen answered decisively. As he spoke, a dark figure suddenly appeared behind him, but the person reacted quickly, drawing a gun and firing directly.

Blood splattered on the ground, and the man suddenly collapsed.

Zhou Yang then hung up the call and looked at Pan Yang beside him. However, the man was expressionless and even seemed a little sleepy.

"cough."

Pan Yang sniffed: "Finished?"

"You didn't clean today."

"Oh." Pan Yang said indifferently.

"I've said it before, I don't support idlers."

"Hiss, you won't let me kill anyone." Huan Yang said, looking at Zhou Yang, then sat up straight, his eyes filled with shock: "You don't mean to make me clean the bedroom in front of you, do you?"

001: "..." Holy crap! Host, what kind of bizarre thought process do you have?!

Of course, Zhou Yang was also shocked. However, he took some time today to investigate Pan Yang. He was just a child from an ordinary family. Logically speaking, living in that kind of environment, he should be more or less timid.

What shocked him even more was the pitiful state of Yao's father, so he began to doubt whether this person was really Yao Panyang and what his purpose was in approaching him.

Although he could have killed the man outright, but...

Zhou Yang glanced at the bracelet on his wrist: "I don't need you to clean."

Pan Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, Zhou Yang's behavior wasn't that perverted.

“However,” Zhou Yang said, leaning back against the headboard. He beckoned to Pan Yang with his long, slender fingers, his aura commanding respect: “Do you remember what I said before?”