The Movie Emperor Trio

Jiang Junyi brought Wan Xiaoxiao home and immediately started preparing dinner.

At the dinner table, the three of them ate together in harmony.

Wan Xiaoxiao waved her arms animatedly as she told Wan Qingyun about Jiang Junyi's actions at the parent-teacher meeting, while Wan Qingyun listened with a smile.

"Alright, alright, it's not that big a deal." Jiang Junyi said, a little helpless.

He could understand Wan Xiaoxiao's mindset—like a kid who'd always been bullied, suddenly having someone to back them up.

Of course she'd be insufferably smug.

"Hehe, you did pretty well today. I'll grudgingly acknowledge your status a tiny bit." Wan Xiaoxiao said with some pride.

"Thanks a lot." Jiang Junyi rolled his eyes, but a hint of a smile tugged at his lips.

"But, Xiaoxiao. Can you explain why it's only 200 points?" Wan Qingyun smiled as she looked at Wan Xiaoxiao.

Wan Xiaoxiao met Wan Qingyun's gaze, and her expression froze.

Her sister was smiling, but it was even more terrifying than when she was angry.

A chill was already creeping over her.

"Uh... well... you see..." Wan Xiaoxiao scratched her head, unable to come up with an explanation, so she shot Jiang Junyi a pleading look.

"Don't count on him to help you. Spill it." Wan Qingyun said sternly.

"Ah..."

"She fell asleep in math class, and when she woke up, she couldn't follow anymore." Jiang Junyi delivered the finishing blow with precision.

"Jiang Junyi! You ratted me out!" Wan Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth.

"Just telling the truth."

"Sigh..." Wan Qingyun let out a sigh. With her body in this state, how could she manage Wan Xiaoxiao...

"Kid, if you break into the top 200 of the grade on the third mock exam, I'll get you a top-tier computer and a sports car—your pick." Jiang Junyi said casually as he ate.

Wan Xiaoxiao shot up from her seat the moment she heard it: "Seriously?!"

"Ha. Don't you know what I'm capable of?"

Jiang Junyi let out a cold laugh, then pulled out an exquisitely wrapped box and slapped it on the table.

"The P60pro—already bought."

"If you meet my requirements on the first mock exam, it's all yours."

"You mean it?!" Wan Xiaoxiao's eyes were even a little red. She wanted it so badly! She craved it!

"No lies!"

"Deal!"

Wan Xiaoxiao dropped her chopsticks, dashed back to her room, slammed the door shut, and prepared to work toward her goal.

"Junyi, will this really work?" Wan Qingyun looked at Jiang Junyi with some concern.

"Don't worry. Xiaoxiao's the type who responds to this kind of motivation. And she knows I'm not just blowing smoke."

Jiang Junyi gently stroked Wan Qingyun's hair.

"By the way, I have something to take care of soon. I need to head out."

Wan Qingyun nodded: "Mm. I have something to do too..."

Jiang Junyi smiled silently, finding it a little amusing.

The two of them were about to handle the same matter.

After clearing the dishes, Jiang Junyi walked up to Wan Qingyun.

"As per usual."

Wan Qingyun was momentarily confused: "What usu—mm..."

When their lips parted, she realized what Jiang Junyi's "usual" was.

"I'm off~"

Jiang Junyi's footsteps faded away. Wan Qingyun stood there for a moment before returning to the study.

It wasn't their first kiss, but she still felt a little shy.

After calming herself, Wan Qingyun called out: "Mo Jie."

"Your subordinate is here." Mo Jie stepped out from the shadows and replied respectfully.

"Is everything arranged?" Wan Qingyun asked calmly.

"All in order."

"Good. Prepare to begin."

"Yes!"

On the other side, three thuggish figures who clearly weren't up to any good sought out three bullies.

That's right—Number One, Number Two, and Number Three.

Following Jiang Junyi's instructions, they found the three debt-collecting bullies.

The bullies eyed the trio approaching them, who looked like fellow underworld types, and asked in confusion, "Hey, bros, which turf you run?"

Number One's burly frame stopped in front of the bullies, his expression contemptuous.

"The hell you—" one bully started to curse, but swallowed the rest of his words.

Because...

Rip, rip.

Number One's muscles bulged, tearing straight through his clothes.

The tattoos beneath the swelling muscle looked even more ferocious and terrifying.

"We're taking your job tonight. Got it?" Number One said in a low voice.

The three bullies exchanged glances, momentarily at a loss for words, even a bit confused.

Just half an hour ago, another group had sought them out and shoved a wad of cash at them, insisting they had to be vicious, had to be ruthless—ideally, make that little girl wish she were dead.

Now three even scarier-looking guys showed up, also wanting the job.

One bully hesitated. "Uh... that girl didn't really do anything—"

"Shut up!" Number One kicked out, sending the speaking bully flying two or three meters into a pile of trash.

"I asked if you got it?!"

The other two bullies quickly nodded in agreement, hoisted up their unconscious companion, and bolted.

Number One turned around, scratching his head. "How was that? Got the vibe?"

Number Two nodded. "Not bad."

Number Three gave a thumbs-up. "Movie Emperor."

"So what now? Give Brother Hao a heads-up?" Number One asked.

"Sure."

Number Two pulled out a communication device and sent a message.

After a moment, the three received a reply—Get ready to move.

"Let's go." Number Two gestured.

The three walked shoulder to shoulder toward the alley Su Shuangshuang had to take home.

"Number Three, remember not to go too SpongeBob when you're handling it—mainly just pressure the atmosphere," Number Two instructed. "Otherwise we'll get banned."

"I know. I'm a pro." Number Three nodded.

"Good."

The three discussed the details for a while.

Over here.

Su Shuangshuang was walking through the dim, narrow alley she had to take to get home. Honestly, she hated this place—she always had to be extra careful.

Several times before, she'd run into debt-collecting bullies right here.

Su Shuangshuang kept glancing around, her expression highly alert.

She kept looking back over her shoulder, scanning her surroundings.

Suddenly—

Thud.

Su Shuangshuang felt like she'd run into a wall.

She stumbled back two steps, her gaze traveling upward to see Number One's face, covered in bulging flesh with a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Little sister, what do you say when you bump into someone?" Number One said slowly.

His deep voice echoed through the alley, carrying an indescribable dread.

Su Shuangshuang's face filled with terror. She instinctively stepped back twice, then turned to flee.

She hadn't taken two steps before her head exploded in pain: "Ah!"

Number Two sprang out from the side, grabbed Su Shuangshuang by her long hair, and yanked her in front of him, his expression twisted and savage. "Run?! Where do you think you're going?!"

Su Shuangshuang's eyes brimmed with tears of pure fear, her lips trembling uncontrollably. "I... I'll pay it back..."

Number Two flung her to the ground, then smoothed his hair back. "How long has it been, and it's still the same line..."

"Can you actually pay it back or not?!"

Number Two suddenly lunged forward, roaring in a low voice.

Su Shuangshuang shrank back, crawling away, her small frame trembling uncontrollably.

The next moment, she felt a large hand cover the top of her head.

Her entire body involuntarily left the ground.

Number One grabbed Su Shuangshuang by the head, lifting her into the air like a chick.

Su Shuangshuang struggled, her feet kicking wildly, but the sheer gap in size and strength made it utterly futile.

"Such a fine head. Squeezing it until it pops would feel amazing, wouldn't it?" A sick expression crept onto Number One's face.

Number Two: ?

Number Three: ?

Wait, is this character setting right?

"Ahem!" Number Two coughed twice, signaling that the tone was off.

Number One paused, then reined in his expression, saying coldly, "She's a pretty one too. Sell her to Northern Myanmar."

Number Two stepped closer, prodding Su Shuangshuang's limbs. "Mm, healthy enough."

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Tears blurred Su Shuangshuang's vision as she struggled desperately, but the big hand on her head was like an iron clamp.

Why... why do I have to endure this...

I had... I had hope...

Then, a third voice plunged her into the abyss.

"Heh heh, this little girl's developing pretty nicely too~" Number Three crouched on the low wall, his voice dripping with lechery.

Number One turned to look at Number Three. "Oh? You're interested?"

"She's cargo anyway. Let your bro have some fun first." Number Three said obscenely.

Number One: "Suit yourself. We'll keep watch."

He threw Su Shuangshuang to the ground and turned away.

Number Two walked to the other side, tossing out a line as he passed: "Take it easy. Don't play her to death."

Those words fell on Su Shuangshuang's ears like hell itself. She stared at Number Three in terror.

All she saw was a face twisted with perverse, monstrous delight.

"No... no..." Su Shuangshuang gasped, backing away.

"Come here, you!" Number Three grabbed Su Shuangshuang's calf and yanked her toward him.

"Ah--! Let go! Let go! Waaah, let me go!"

Su Shuangshuang clawed frantically at the ground, praying for some resistance.

A violent jerk flipped her over, and her eyes met Number Three's unrestrained, manic laughter.

In that moment, Number Three before her was a demon incarnate.