Manipulative Harem God



On the other side, a scene of more than seventeen defeated individuals sprawled across the ground unfolded, testifying to Zhang Wei's triumph.

In a swift, almost playful motion, he plucked one of them from the ground as if snatching a toy, then held him aloft in mid-air with his powerful grip. His voice carried a mix of certainty and demand, "I know you're just pretending to be unconscious. Now, where is Wang Liang? Lead me to him!" Zhang Wei's tone brooked no resistance.

Yet, a sudden awakening overcame the man's feigned stupor. Confronted with Zhang Wei's furious countenance, terror gripped him, and his scream of "Ahhhhhhh!" pierced the air.

*Booom*

With an explosive impact, Zhang Wei's fist met the man's face, shattering teeth and sending shockwaves through his body.

"He was too loud, and irritating!" hummed Zhang Wei.

He was discarded like a mere puppet, the sheer force of the throw leaving him as limp as a discarded rag doll.

"Tsk, these bastards are still pretending," Zhang Wei muttered, his frustration palpable. With determined resolve, he began plucking them out one by one, dishing out retribution until one of the seemingly defeated individuals abruptly sprang to life, bolting away like a startled rabbit.

"Hahahaha!" Zhang Wei's laughter erupted like a cascade of bells as he flung the man he held in his hands toward an unsuspecting tree, then took off in hot pursuit after his newfound prey.

With a hopeful intuition guiding him, Zhang Wei soon reached a grand, imposing staircase. Each creak of the steps echoed through the corridor, building a sense of anticipation.

Directly ahead lay a room guarded with an air of vigilant tension. In a single sweeping glance, Zhang Wei's instincts confirmed that he had honed in on his target.

[Host, are you sure that your intention here is to make allies and not to make more enemies?] The system's skepticism rang in his ears, prompting a brief internal chuckle from Zhang Wei.

Unperturbed, his echoing footsteps reverberated like a war drum as he advanced. The guards up ahead snapped into formation, displaying a military-like precision. Unexpectedly, four of them drew guns, leveling their barrels at Zhang Wei with an intensity that caught even him off guard.

Zhang Wei raised a quizzical eyebrow and paused briefly. "Trained guards," he observed with a mix of surprise and respect, recognizing the disciplined bearing of these individuals. They exuded an aura of seasoned professionals rather than mere lackeys.

Yet, he didn't falter; instead, he pressed on.

"STOP RIGHT THERE, OR WE SHALL OPEN FIRE!" warned the central guard, his voice edged with urgency. Zhang Wei's lips curled into a confident smile, as if daring them to challenge him further.

Despite the potential harm firearms could inflict on his diamond-hard physique, Zhang Wei's curiosity was piqued. He yearned to explore the limits of their destructive power, an experiment that would undoubtedly yield crucial insights for future calculations.

In his mind, these guards were nothing short of perfect test subjects.

In the brink of an escalating showdown, a sudden interruption emerged in the form of Wang Zheng, forcefully bellowing, "Stop!" The command hung in the air like an unassailable barrier, putting a halt to the brewing clash.

Zhang Wei's eyebrows shot up in response to the abrupt change.

As he came to a standstill, his gaze locked onto a figure with a white beard, emitting an air of stern authority.

The intrigue of this newcomer's presence dissolved quickly, however, as Zhang Wei discerned the absence of any profound cultivation abilities.

His initial interest waned, reducing the man to the stature of an ordinary mortal.

"Who are you? And why have you invaded our premises?" Wang Zheng's voice sliced through the tension, marked by suspicion and a weighty undertone.

In this initial encounter, even though it was their very first meeting, Wang Zheng couldn't help but appreciate the significance of a solitary individual who could singlehandedly dismantle their entire security force and saunter past four poised guns without flinching.

Zhang Wei's head tilted slightly, a theatrical touch of mock bewilderment creeping into his demeanor. "Ah, right! I came here to heal Wang Liang!" he exclaimed, simulating surprise as if suddenly remembering a trivial matter he had overlooked.

"What!?"

"What on earth did you just say?"

"Are you seriously here to heal Grandfather?"

One after another, figures emerged from the previously guarded room, a sea of stares fixed upon Zhang Wei, disbelief etched on their faces.

The very guard who had previously ran for his life, now looking disheveled and bewildered, was on the brink of losing his composure.

A mix of astonishment and relief engulfed him, his thoughts echoing: 'Brother! If your intention is truly to heal, is it the new protocol for doctors to burst in, pummel everyone, and call it a remedy?'

Wang Chonglin, the first to recover from his initial shock, let out a scoff that resonated with disbelief. "Brat, just who do you think you are!? You not only intrude upon us but also make this flimsy excuse to get out of trouble?" His tone dripped with scorn.

Wang Haoran, too, furrowed his brows in clear skepticism, seeing through Zhang Wei's words as nothing more than a pile of rubbish.

Instead of offering a direct retort, Zhang Wei's lips curled into a knowing smile, fully aware that the impending legendary face-slapping scene was inching closer with each passing moment.

The murmurs from the onlookers behind them swelled, growing louder and more animated by the second.

Yet, right at that crucial juncture, Wang Zheng's authoritative voice pierced through the commotion, commanding everyone's attention. "Silence, all of you!"

"... You claim you can heal Wang Liang. How can we trust that you're not simply spinning lies?" Wang Zheng's suspicious gaze bore into Zhang Wei.

However, Zhang Wei's mood took a sour turn. His expression darkened, frustration welling within him, as the perfect opportunity for a satisfying face-slap seemed to slip away, vanishing due to external interference.

A welcome interruption came from Wang Chonglin as he interjected, "Brother, surely you can't be seriously considering believing this scoundrel! He's fabricating lies, and on top of that, he's already beaten so many people. We must humble a lesson to him!"

A welcome interruption came from Wang Chonglin as he interjected, "Brother, surely you can't be seriously considering believing this scoundrel! He's fabricating lies, and on top of that, he's already beaten so many people. We must humble a lesson to him!"

Zhang Wei's smile broadened, a triumphant inner voice exclaiming, 'Yes, yes! That's what I'm talking about, a proper young master!'

But, alas, it seemed today just wasn't going to be his day. Tang Dexin, of all people, chose this moment to chime in. "... Are you truly claiming you can heal someone whom even I, Tang Dexin, haven't been able to heal?"

Zhang Wei's eyebrows shot up, irritation evident in his retort. "And who might you be?"

Before Tang Dexin could introduce himself, Wang Haoran seized the opportunity. "He's Miracle Doctor Tang from Xianghui city. Your tricks won't work in his presence. You still have time to apologize to everyone and concede defeat!"

"Miracle doctor!?" Zhang Wei's face contorted in annoyance, a certain "miracle doctor," Feng Ruoyan, coming to mind.

Yet, his expression was misconstrued by Wang Chonglin, who boasted with a touch of arrogance, "See, can't find your words now? Faced with a true expert, has your tongue been tied? Brother, I'm still convinced we should toss him out!"

*Smack!*

Zhang Wei's motion was swifter than a bolt of lightning, his palm connecting sharply with Wang Chonglin's cheek. "If you don't speak for a second, you won't become dumb!" he admonished with a sharp tone.

"W-what?!" Wang Chonglin jolted awake from his stupor, staring at Zhang Wei with wide-eyed incredulity. He was about to lunge at Zhang Wei, fueled by rage, when Wang Zheng swiftly signaled his four subordinates. "Don't let him make a move!" he ordered.

"WHAT!? Uncle Zheng, what in the world are you doing?" Wang Haoran interjected, his brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and concern.

However, Wang Zheng remained unfazed by his nephew's protest. The same couldn't be said for Zhang Wei, though, who appeared beside Wang Chonglin in an instant, fingers gripping his neck as he raised him into the air like a helpless chicken.