The E-Sports Circle’s Toxic Assembly Camp - Chapter 171: The E-Sports Circle's Toxic Assembly Camp

Reborn in another life, Fang Pingying transforms from a timid military wife to a fierce daughter-in-law, determined to get rich and reach the pinnacle of life, becoming a wealthy and beautiful woman.Even more importantly, she vows to recapture the heart of her serious military husband once again.Keywords: military marriage, exhilarating story.PS: This is a modern fiction, do not match it directly.——*——*——*——*——New book 'Rebirth Space: The All-Powerful Military Wife' has been released.Completed works include 'The Fierce Era of the Military Wife', 'Lotus Fragrance Idyll', 'Fatty Fields, Happy Occasions', 'Ultimate Cute Wife', guaranteed quality, feel free to dive in.Readers Group: [560803166]

Due to an accident, she saved the empire's big shot, who insisted on marrying her as a token of gratitude.The crowd mocked: Can a country bumpkin like her be worthy of Young Master Knight?What? Rustic, ugly, and useless? She turns it around with a shocking beauty and countless hidden identities gradually revealed.Summer Monroe returned home with a hidden identity, only to uncover the truth behind her mother's death.As each of her identities was unveiled, the crowd was shocked to realize: the big shot's wife is the true big shot!

One morning, Gu Tiantian wakes up to find her innocence gone—and her temper flaring.Every time she glares at him, cheeks flushed with outrage, Bai Chenyao cocks an eyebrow.“You don’t want this?” he asks, voice cool.“I never did!” she snaps.His only rule: her consent is optional; his desire is not.Cue Gu Tiantian’s inner scream: Then why even ask, you iceberg?!PS:A genius CEO with zero EQ VS. a lovable, scatter-brained clerk.He thinks courtship is a hostile takeover; she thinks love shouldn’t come with fine print.Sparks fly, clothes vanish, and the “free pie” she never ordered keeps biting back—hilariously, endlessly, deliciously.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”