Manipulative Harem God



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.

"Argh!"

The speed of Zhang Wei's actions left everyone agape, caught in a moment of astonishment. Jia Shuchun, fueled by panic, rushed toward Zhang Wei, her plea ringing out, "Leave the young master alone!"

In that very instant, Zhang Wei's smirk materialized, and with a swift *boom*, he propelled Wang Haoran away before repeating the same feat with Jia Shuchun, lifting her off the ground.

*Cough, cough... Noo!" Amidst his coughs, Wang Haoran watched in alarm, his emotions wavering. Despite everything, he still harbored some attachment to the woman who had raised him.

However, to Zhang Wei, this turned into more of an incentive. His gaze turned unnervingly cold as he tightened his grip around Jia Shuchun's neck. "Ugh!" Her legs kicked feebly in the air, her struggling a painful contrast to the room's tense atmosphere.

Lei Juan, Wang Zheng's wife, had the impulse to intervene, but a subtle shake of Wang Zheng's head stayed her hand. Before their very eyes, Zhang Wei was brazenly on the verge of taking a life.

!!!

Even the four guards, eyes wide in disbelief, found themselves stunned into immobility. Never had they imagined such a shocking scene unfolding before their very eyes, within the presence of a captivated audience.

This was nothing short of an outrageous slap to their faces!

*Snap*

Then, defying all expectations, Zhang Wei abruptly flung the old, frail body aside, casting it away as if discarding a worthless trinket. His voice carried an eerie calmness as he declared, "She was already old. I did her a favor by putting an end to her suffering." His words hung in the air, leaving those who witnessed it utterly dumbfounded.

Wang Haoran's eyes blazed with a fiery red, his teeth clenched tight in a fury he struggled to contain. Before long, with the exception of Tang Dexin and Wang Zheng, the rest of the onlookers were escorted to a separate room by Wang Zheng's subordinates.

Wang Zheng recognized the urgent need to intervene. If he allowed this horrifying scene to continue, he feared that more lives might be lost.

Fortuitously, Zhang Wei refrained from directly taking a life within the Wang family.

Little did Wang Zheng know, Zhang Wei had never intended to kill anyone from the Wang family's core. After all, they were destined to become his loyal subordinates in the future.

The demonstration using Jia Shuchun was merely a calculated move to assert dominance and instill obedience.

With the rest of the witnesses ushered away, leaving only two of Wang Zheng's subordinates and Tang Dexin, Wang Zheng regarded Zhang Wei with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. He inquired cautiously, "Can you truly heal my father?"

Zhang Wei, taken aback by the unexpected query, shifted his gaze toward Tang Dexin, who remained locked in an unwavering stare. Tang Dexin had been granted permission to stay.

"I possess the ability to do so. But I'm curious—what made you decide to place your trust in me?" Zhang Wei's voice carried a note of skepticism, his narrowed eyes scrutinizing Wang Zheng as if seeking the truth behind his decision.

Zhang Wei had earlier assumed, he would have beat eveyone before being finally able to heal, Wang Liang. 

Naturally, Zhang Wei had initially contemplated more peaceful approaches.

However, caught up in the heat of the moment, he recognized that the quickest path involved barging in, dispensing beatings left and right, and ultimately healing the aging patriarch. This, he figured, would position him well on his journey to dominion over the family.

According to the system's information, there weren't any cultivators within the Wang family, which eased Zhang Wei's concerns. As long as they refrained from launching missiles at him, which seemed highly unlikely, thus he didn't pay them much mind.

Even amid his apparent recklessness, Zhang Wei always retained a certain level of calculation.

Occasionally, Zhang Wei relished indulging in this kind of approach—it granted him a unique thrill of power, an exhilaration born from exerting authority over those weaker than himself.

Meanwhile, Wang Zheng's expression reflected the internal struggle he was facing. After a brief hesitation, he gathered his resolve and posed a question that carried a weight of uncertainty. "Are you a warrior?" His query set off a flurry of hushed whispers among the guards stationed behind him.

This sudden turn of events prompted Tang Dexin to regard Zhang Wei in a different light, her perception of him shifting.

A whirlwind of changes unfolded so rapidly that Zhang Wei found himself caught off guard by their changing gazes.

'What exactly is a warrior system? Is it akin to being a Cultivator?' Zhang Wei inquired, his curiosity piqued.

[Host, let's just ignore that term as you'd ignore a woman's consent.]

Amused, Zhang Wei raised an eyebrow and playfully remarked, 'I think — I love you, system... How do you understand me so well?'

[I'm blushing, host. Please stop it. By the way, warriors are individuals like Ye Feng, possessing a highly honed physique but lacking any cultivation abilities. They're more common than cultivators.]

'I see,' Zhang Wei acknowledged to himself.

Unwilling to reveal his true status as a cultivator, he simply went along with Wang Zheng's understanding.

Wang Zheng's expression took on a tinge of reverence upon receiving confirmation. He gestured for Zhang Wei to follow him to Wang Liang's room.

Having personal experience with the rigorous journey to becoming a warrior, Wang Zheng held a deep appreciation for Zhang Wei's acknowledgment of the same.

As he observed Zhang Wei's exceptional speed and received his affirmation, Wang Zheng's suspicion transformed into admiration for the young man beside him.

Becoming a warrior required enduring years of grueling training and subjecting oneself to painful procedures before achieving such a feat. (A/N: Sigh, only if Wang Zheng knew, how Zhang Wei cultivate using his little milk factory, his face would be worth witnessing.)

While warriors didn't possess healing arts, Zhang Wei's claim of being able to heal Wang Liang presented a glimmer of hope that Wang Zheng chose to embrace as his last resort.

Tang Dexin's curiosity was also piqued; he couldn't fathom how a warrior could possess the ability to heal. He followed alongside Wang Zheng, accompanied by the two guards who stood sentry outside the door.

The presence of four subordinates that Wang Zheng had brought with him after resigning from the military was the only reason Wang Chonglin didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Wang Zheng.

Their formidable presence served as a constant reminder of Wang Zheng's power and authority.