Volume 1, Chapter 38: Into the Tiger's Den

Fortunately, Guan Li’s lips curled slightly; after all, he was still the one the Cheng family sought to curry favor with. Now, he could simply enjoy the show.

“You’re worried about the excessive consumption and being unable to cope after entering the third level, aren’t you?” Gu Zhen shook his head and smiled.

Lin Yutang took out his phone. Seeing the word “Wife” on the screen, he immediately moved to a quieter corner and answered the call.

Suddenly, the expressions of several elders grew stern as they fixed their gaze intently on Qin Yi, unwilling to miss any of his movements or facial expressions.

Under the night sky, the sea shimmered with waves, a bright full moon hung high, and blood mist spread, adding a layer of eerie atmosphere. The man in purple stood with his hands behind his back, utterly still, exuding an indescribable calmness and ethereal quality. The scene blended man and nature, poetic and picturesque.

“Ye Ning! We have no quarrel with each other. Why do you target me so?” Han Yue said, her annoyance apparent.

Thus, only Han Bang’s cinema was screening the film. Through audience reviews, it became clear that Han Zhuofeng’s movie was indeed well received.

Moreover, Qu Mengyu noticed that the front desk staff was also present, clearly there to watch the spectacle unfold.

Du Shiyun was puzzled by Du Shiyu’s inexplicable hatred. But after some reflection, she understood where Du Shiyu’s resentment stemmed from. Her visit today wasn’t to argue but to discuss Zhao Qing’s matter.

She picked up a hat, placed it on her head, then used her phone’s camera as a mirror, adjusting angles and examining herself for quite a while.

Other officers, seeing Ye Wentian had no intention of yielding his seat, grew anxious and scolded him for his arrogance and ungratefulness.

“Ah, you old bastard, just wait and see how I deal with you!” Yuan Yi was at it again with his master, causing chaos throughout their sect. Even the leader was roused and angrily reprimanded Yuan Yi.

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The Tianlong army retreated in disarray. This was a clear defeat. Although their casualties weren’t more than the enemy’s, they failed to leverage the advantage of their city. A city should cause the enemy to suffer at least triple the losses for the battle not to be deemed a failure. This time, however, the ratio was nowhere near three to one. The enemy’s casualties were at most one and a half times, thanks largely to firearms.

As the target of finding the imperial tomb and the Immortal Execution Staff drew nearer, the palace exterior remained calm. Yet, beneath the treacherous currents of court intrigue, how could there not be undercurrents swirling?

Yun Yutong’s approach to exploit her was merely due to her own excessive trust in others. Even if it weren’t Yun Yutong, Chen Tianshun would have sent someone else.

Not only Chu Lianxi but many envied Hao Pang’s affluent family. Xiang Bei once thought his own mansion was large, but compared to this, it was just the size of a single lake in Hao’s courtyard.

The rotund man nodded. He understood Ning Wuhua’s abilities. Ning Wuhua was no ordinary person; the man’s prowess was something the rotund man had never witnessed before.

Two instructors supporting Shan Silang as he strolled knew the source of his worries but were at a loss for how to comfort him.

“I’m out!” Wu Yong firmly grabbed his phone with one hand, frowning. “What did I ever do to you? Your mood swings are like a woman’s!” Norville, who was already sitting on the bed, suddenly stopped and calmly turned his head. Wu Yong knew then that disaster was imminent.

Mo Chengfeng and Lu Yun both envied Jin Nan. Having such a devoted fiancée was truly a blessing.

As Five Thunder wielded the peachwood sword across my wrist, a faint cut appeared, and with a tug on my arm, blood dripped swiftly into the bowl of living blood on the altar.

She did not wish Jun Tianheng to become a ruthless swordsman. If possible, she hoped his family and friends would all remain safe.

“Drink slowly. I’m waiting for you,” Qin Molin said with a tone full of disdain yet tinged with an unrestrained tenderness.

Ye Zhixing had been stretching lazily. Hearing the deep, husky voice, still rasped from illness, she froze mid-stretch, her eyes snapping open wide.

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The white man leading the group was the captain of the “Snow Fox,” named Antonio, code-named “Cunning Fox.”

I thought to myself, this must be the ghost officer bribed by Bai Wei. I quickly nodded. Before I could speak, he beckoned me with a wave, then turned and strode forward—heading in the exact opposite direction of the towering Ghost Gate.

He dared not recall the expressions of his advisors and guards when they saw the endless array of nourishing soups and tonics on his desk these past days.

She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, steadfastly guarding her heart against despair’s collapse.

At this moment, Su Hang had already taken down six knife-wielding assassins. The farthest gunman was less than fifteen meters away. Given ten more seconds, this threat could be completely eliminated.

As for the Prince Ning’s side, he wasn’t a capable man, but he clutched something in his hand that I wanted to pry out. If you dislike him, whether to spare or kill him is up to you.

After returning home, Ye Bai gathered the still excited Bing Yi and the others, then assigned them various tasks.

A single strike unleashed not only explosive damage but also severed one of the Void Giant Demon Worm’s front limbs.