UNLIMITED SPEED - Chapter 488 488. THUNDERBIRD

Mo Yan was an illegitimate child of a rich family and was arranged by her mother to take the place of her sister in marriage to a poor man in order to fulfill the marriage contract set by the previous generation, allowing the Mo family to get their hands on that substantial dowry.

[ Warning: Mature Content R-18 ]What to expect: Revenge, a bit of comedy, some pretty dark humor, an overpowered MC (He worked and suffered for it of course), billionaire Playboy, very cold and ruthless FL, Manipulation, Blackmail, MILFs... lots of them, lots of 'We shouldn't be doing this sex' and more steamy sex scenes.You can skip the sex scenes if you're not willing but if you're a Man (or Woman) of Culture like me, Enjoy.--------------------------------------------------------This book is quite unique, because it breaks the 4th wall quite a lot of times so be prepared for that. I think that's rare to find on webnovel these days and that's part of what sets this book apart from others.___________________________________At 18, Danladi moves to the city to live with his wealthy but neglectful uncle, hoping for a fresh start. A computer genius and gaming prodigy, he’s roped into his uncle’s shipping business, but life in his uncle's household is anything but easy. Constantly belittled and mistreated by his uncle’s wife and her sisters, Danladi endures in silence—until one fateful night changes everything. A betrayal at a Christmas Eve party sets off a chain of events that catapults him into a world of power, deception, and revenge.With the help of his cunning best friend, Eric, Danladi seizes an unexpected opportunity, stepping into wealth and influence overnight. But rather than reveal his newfound fortune, he plays a long game, exacting quiet vengeance before vanishing from their lives. Years later, he re-emerges—this time as the head of a groundbreaking gaming empire, a billionaire at just 23.But success comes at a cost. Lured into a dangerous business deal, Danladi finds himself entangled with the ruthless Italian Mafia, losing nearly everything and barely escaping with his life. Just when he thinks all is lost, he crosses paths with Jenn Carter—a brilliant but relentless MI6 agent hunting the very people who deceived him. She offers him a deal: his skills in exchange for her resources. Together, they embark on a high-stakes mission for justice, deception, and survival.As Danladi is thrust into a world of espionage, undercover operations, and a deadly game of cat and mouse, he and Jenn must navigate their growing feelings for each other while staying one step ahead of those who want them dead. But when a $50 million bounty is placed on their heads, the hunt intensifies, forcing them to fight not just for vengeance—but for their lives.Betrayal made him ruthless. Revenge made him powerful. But will love make him vulnerable?

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

Japan – National News BroadcastThe polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast.“Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan,” she began, her voice steady yet tense. “More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime.”A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror.The anchor’s tone shifted. “Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue.”---United States – Paranormal PodcastIn a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair.“So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?” the host asked, clearly intrigued.The man scoffed, shaking his head. “Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other.”He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.“Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!” the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement.The host held up the picture to the live chat. “Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?”The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue.---China – Liangyuan Street MarketSurveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns.Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed.The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty.The screen cut abruptly to black.