Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Pan Yang blinked as if he was thinking about what he had said, then suddenly realized: "You have ulterior motives towards me!" The thing is, he was still so serious when he said that.

This makes it difficult for Zhou Yang to give a proper evaluation.

Zhou Yang took a deep breath, a smile playing on his lips but not reaching his eyes: "If you want to stay by my side, you either have to be useful or pay a price. You have to choose one."

"So you treat everyone else like this?"

"I only need useful people."

Pan Yang narrowed his eyes and parted his thin lips slightly: "So you let other people into your room besides me?"

Zhou Yang felt a strange unease as he looked into Pan Yang's eyes, and his heart tightened: "I've only ever done this with you."

"That's good." Pan Yang nodded in satisfaction. If Zhou Yang dared to be with anyone else, he wouldn't mind killing Zhou Yang and going to the next world.

Zhou Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw Huan Yang sit directly on his lap and start unbuttoning his pajamas, so naturally, without even the slightest hesitation.

He panicked immediately and grabbed Fan Yang's wrist.

Pan Yang looked at him with some confusion: "Didn't you tell me to?"

Zhou Yang took another deep breath, his ears turning slightly red: "How can you be so..." Really, he had only wanted to force him to see how long this person could endure, but now he was the one who was restless.

Seeing his expression, Pan Yang shrugged and got off him: "Alright then, let's go to sleep." He was really sleepy in the middle of the night, so Pan Yang pulled up the blanket and burrowed deeper into it.

Zhou Yang looked at him, finally sighed, turned off the light, and lay down.

Just as Zhou Yang was about to fall asleep, he heard Fan Yang's voice in his ear.

"You don't need to be wary of me. You can trust me completely, and I have the ability to help you clear away all obstacles."

The man's tone was flat, yet strangely serious.

Okay, he admits he really does believe it, it's just inexplicable. Given his personality, he should have killed Fan Yang the first time they met, but he didn't.

And then, as if possessed, he gave this person another chance, and even ridiculously let this person sleep in his room. He thought he must be crazy, otherwise why would he do such a thing?

In the end, Zhou Yang fell asleep. In the following days, Pan Yang seemed to become even bolder. Well, he was always bold.

Zhou Yang didn't pay much attention to him, only occasionally instructing the servants to keep a close eye on Pan Yang and make sure he didn't run away.

Late at night, Pan Yang sat alone on the sofa. The TV was off, and he sat there quietly, listening to the ticking of the clock.

After a long while, the sound of a car came from outside. Zhou Yang pushed open the door and came in, his breathing sounding somewhat heavy.

His two men helped Zhou Yang to sit on the sofa, and in an instant, Pan Yang smelled a strong stench of blood.

Subordinate A seemed somewhat unwilling: "They are really despicable, they actually launched a sneak attack, it was also my carelessness."

"I've already contacted the doctor, and he's coming over." Subordinate B was clearly more composed.

Zhou Yang nodded, took a deep breath, and then looked at Pan Yang sitting on the sofa with some surprise. Before he could ask him anything, Pan Yang immediately spoke up.

"Who did this?" Pan Yang looked at him. Zhou Yang had several scratches on his body, the most serious of which was that his shoulder was clearly hit by a bullet.

Subordinate A was startled. He hadn't even noticed that there was someone else sitting there. He glanced at Pan Yang and sneered, "What good is it if you know? You're just a greenhorn." He really couldn't understand why his boss kept this guy around when he was clearly useless.

"It's nothing." Zhou Yang tried his best to steady his breathing, and took out a cigarette with some trembling. Just as he was about to light it, Pan Yang snatched it away.

"What are you doing!" he subordinate A said angrily.

Pan Yang ignored him, threw the cigarette directly into the trash can, and repeated word by word, "Zhou Yang, tell me who did it, and where is he?"

Zhou Yang wasn't angry at all, and inexplicably laughed out loud: "Little friend, aren't you meddling a bit too much?"

Pan Yang didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly. After a long while, he suddenly stood up and went upstairs without hesitation.

"Tsk, boss, I think you're spoiling this brat too much." Subordinate A sneered, genuinely looking down on Fan Yang.

"Ahem." Subordinate B coughed lightly. "He was just showing concern."

The doctor arrived quickly. He was clearly used to seeing Zhou Yang like this, and he quickly removed the bullet, stopped the bleeding, and bandaged him up.

Half an hour had passed by the time all the wounds were treated.

Zhou Yang dismissed his two subordinates and went upstairs, but he didn't see Pan Yang. He was a little helpless; this man really did act like a child in some ways.

Where is Yao Panyang?

Upon hearing this, the servant at the door immediately spoke up: "Young Master Yao stormed off to his guest room. Should I call him over?"

"No need." Zhou Yang took a deep breath, walked into the room, and slowly lay down on the bed.

However, on the other side, just as his subordinates A and B stepped out of the villa and were about to get into their car, a sword was suddenly held against B's neck.

Henchman B was startled, and henchman A immediately raised his gun. Just as the two were debating whether to fight to the death, the man spoke up.

"How did Zhou Yang get injured?"

The two breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the sound.

"Are you crazy?" Subordinate A was speechless. "How did you get out here? Go back to being your kept woman and don't cause trouble for the boss."

However, B was not so irritable. The sword at his neck was so cold. He had a premonition that this Yao Panyang was definitely not that simple.

"Why should I tell you?" Subordinate B slowly spoke, "Besides, I have reason to suspect that you will betray the boss and go to cooperate with those people."

"I don't have time for playing spy games. Who is it anyway?" Pan Yang rolled his eyes. Couldn't these two be a little quicker?

Upon hearing Fan Yang's words, subordinate B pondered for a long time before saying, "I'll tell you, but I won't be responsible if you die."

After telling Pan Yang, Pan Yang immediately released him and disappeared.

Henchman B touched his neck; the sword truly gave him a chill down his spine.

Subordinate A looked bewildered: "What should we do? Should we tell the boss?"

"No need. Telling the boss now is suicide. We'll talk about it if he doesn't come back tomorrow." Subordinate B rolled his eyes. Seriously, this guy is all brawn and no brains.

In a conference room somewhere, the power suddenly went out, and when the power was restored...

A young man stood in the conference room, holding a white sword. His voice was devoid of any emotion.

The leader was startled: "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I'll take your life." The words had barely left his lips when the young man swung his sword, and several flashes of white light appeared. Before he could even fire his gun, the man's head fell to the ground.