The male protagonist of a sweet romance novel went on a killing spree in the world of angst novels.

The situation is already quite clear.

Chen Xiao held Yan Ting in one arm and looked at the disheveled Qi Yang. He said in a proud and casual tone, "I don't like being threatened."

Qi Yang was dizzy and disoriented. He forced himself to stay upright, but even so, his face was full of violence. He said in a vicious tone, "You bastard, I'll chop you up sooner or later."

Chen Xiao raised an eyebrow, not at all frightened by his crazy appearance, and instead said lightly, "Thank God for protecting you."

Yan Ting couldn't help but shudder when she looked into Qi Yang's sinister eyes.

His eyes were terrifying, as if he wanted to devour her alive.

The system voice suddenly sounded again: [Qi Yang's heartbreak level +0.5, please keep up the good work, host.]

Chen Xiao paused for a moment, then asked, "You can get Heartbreak Points this way?"

The system explained: "Regardless of the method, as long as the male protagonist feels humiliated, pained, or angry, a certain amount of 'heartbreak points' will be gained."

However, the emotional impact gained won't be as high as that gained from the female lead, unless the male leads experience unrequited love for her.

In other words, the female protagonist is bound to follow the plot. Even if the system doesn't do it, the world's consciousness will force her to follow the plot.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiao's eyes turned deep and dark. He looked at Qi Yang and a slightly mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Unfortunately, you're not qualified to let me stand on that stage."

Qi Yang is a manic-depressive disorder, and his purpose in choosing the gladiatorial arena is obvious.

But Chen Xiao was determined not to let him have his way.

Moreover, he was too lazy to waste time dealing with such clowns in the ring.

Before his transmigration, Chen Xiao was a regular at the arena, and he knew its rules better than anyone else.

Once a life-or-death contract is signed, it's either live or die; no matter how prominent your status, you must abide by the rules.

At the age of 17, the unruly Chen Xiao won 99 consecutive matches, breaking the record of the underground gladiatorial arena in Beijing and becoming the undisputed uncrowned king.

The arena on this cruise ship is not large; it's just a small, amateur arena, nowhere near as impressive as the underground arena in Beijing.

"catch--"

Before he could even utter a word, Qi Yang's vision went black, and he finally fainted.

Zhang Yan's pupils contracted, and he immediately stepped forward: "Master Qi—"

Yan Ting couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as she watched Qi Yang being led away by the bodyguards.

She said that her punch was very fierce, so how could Qi Yang be completely unharmed?

"Sir," the gladiator's behind-the-scenes owner said, looking at the group of armed men with a hint of unease.

"Just tell us what we can do for you, and we'll try our best to accommodate you. Fighting and killing are no good."

Chen Xiao glanced at him but ignored him. Instead, she turned her beautiful face to the suit-clad thugs and said in a slightly flamboyant voice, "Let's go."

In short, clean and efficient.

The thugs quickly and in unison holstered their guns and followed Chen Xiao out of the arena without saying a word.

The completely ignored arena owner: "..."

Even when carrying someone in one arm, the man's steps remained steady.

Yan Ting could even feel Chen Xiao's strong, powerful muscles hidden beneath his thin clothes.

She bit her lip lightly, struggling slightly, wanting to get off him as soon as possible.

Strangely, however, her strength had no effect whatsoever when facing Chen Xiao.

Chen Xiao held Yan Ting's slender waist firmly, his narrow phoenix eyes slightly curved, his voice containing a helpless laugh: "Stop fooling around."

Yan Ting's cheeks were flushed, and she said angrily, "I didn't make a scene."

The main problem is that this position is too embarrassing.

Moreover, there were so many people watching from behind.

"Tingting—"

Chen Xiao stopped in his tracks, looked up, and his lips were cold.

Upon hearing the sound, Yanting turned around to look.

It was Yan Nansheng, Yuan Ze, and their group.

The enormous deck was filled with men and women, too many to count on two hands.

Without exception, they all looked at the two men and women in the ambiguous position with complicated expressions and different eyes.

He glanced around but couldn't see Lu Huai anywhere.

"Tingting." Yan Nan looked at the pink-haired man holding Yanting in such a domineering way, and felt a slight pang of sadness in his heart. "Come here."

"Come to your brother." The voice sounded much gentler than usual.

Yan Ting was momentarily stunned.

She suddenly remembered that when she was in junior high school, Yan Nan was a caring and warm-hearted older brother who looked after her very much.

Her brother would fight off the thugs who bullied her, he would brave storms and heavy rain to pick her up and take her home, and he would take her to the amusement park when she was sad...

The once close siblings underwent a dramatic change the moment she returned to the Yan family at the age of 17.

The older brother is no longer the older brother.

The way the two people interact is more unfamiliar than that of enemies.

Xu Rou, standing in the crowd, noticed Yan Nan's expression. Her eyes darkened, and she said in a malicious tone, "Sister, isn't this a bit inappropriate? Being so intimate with a strange man, President Lu will probably be angry with you if he finds out."

"Could it be—" she feigned surprise, her mouth slightly agape, "Sister, you're actually two-timing me?"

Her words carried a very strong implication.

The system couldn't help but exclaim: [A classic vicious, scheming female supporting character!]

Suddenly, Yanting became the target of everyone's criticism.

Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned upside down, filled with malice as they speculated about the relationship between the two.

Yan Ting's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she unconsciously gripped Chen Xiao's shoulders with her fingers, her breathing becoming somewhat disordered for a moment.

next second.

A mocking laugh, tinged with a hint of sarcasm, suddenly rang out: "Two-timing? Lu Huai dares to compare himself to me?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence.

Even Yan Ting couldn't help but turn her head and stare at his three-dimensional profile with astonishment.

Even though Chen Xiao said something so shameless, you didn't think he was thick-skinned at all; instead, you felt it was perfectly natural.

Standing beside Yan Nan, Sheng Yuanze slightly raised his eyelids when he heard Chen Xiao's arrogant words. His pair of watery peach blossom eyes calmly sized up the unrestrained man opposite him.

He sensed the presence of his own kind.

The pink-haired man in front of me possessed an arrogance and intimidation that only those who had long held high positions could acquire, making him look like an aristocrat nurtured in an ancient noble family.

Lu Huai, who happened to arrive at that moment, had a dark look in his eyes when he heard Chen Xiao's words.

“Tingting”.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Yanting suddenly looked up.

Then she saw Lu Huai rushing over.

His features were still incredibly refined, but he looked a little tired, as if he had just finished something and rushed over without waiting.

Chen Xiao raised an eyebrow, a hint of displeasure hidden in his eyes.

Is it someone he can call Tingting?

drop--

System: [The heartbreak level for one of the male leads, Lu Huai, has been officially activated. Heartbreak level +3. Please keep up the good work, host.]

Whenever Yanting saw Lu Huai, she would think of Gu Qianqiu. She looked away, her emotions indescribable.

When Lu Huai saw his fiancée being held in another man's arms, his usually cold and indifferent eyes suddenly darkened.

A strange, inexplicable irritation welled up inside me.

He squinted at the strikingly handsome man with pink hair not far away, and said in a calm voice with a hint of coldness, "Yanting, come here."

A commanding tone is like giving a dog a command.