Chapter 29: Interception Mid-Journey

The system played a projection showing Jiang Daiyin herself ticking the boxes for the mission requirements.

"Big brother, it’s impossible to click confirm without checking those boxes!"

Furthermore, while it appeared she had a choice, in reality, there was only one confirmation button for the entire process. What else could she do? She had no choice but to be forced into compliance! Such a wicked system—it wouldn't be surprising if it were struck by lightning. At this moment, her silent frustration was deafening; that wretched Pin-Xi-Xi.

Lei Chen offered a sheepish grin. He now knew Long Dingguo’s true identity, and he had indeed cursed him twice—once while drunk a few days ago, and once just now. Yet, as he pondered this, a sense of accomplishment welled up within him.

Seeing them all dressed in camouflage, Meng Qi felt a flicker of curiosity. Could the survivors here be military personnel?

Boom! He struck out with the Star-Plucking Hand, knocking the man unconscious, who was still reeling from the physical and mental agony of having his meridians crippled.

"How could I be mistaken? I even went with her to buy that beige outfit," Lanlan insisted, her expression firm and unwavering.

She had mentioned many times that she didn't want to get married, even expressing this sentiment during a livestream just a couple of days ago, all of which Fu Lin knew.

"What? Do I need your permission to do as I please?" Yin Sui’s face hardened. After all, he was the commander of the second-largest mercenary group in Nankui City; this old man was nothing but a washed-up relic from the Mercenary Guild, a bottom-tier nobody.

Moreover, calling this a garden was perhaps inaccurate; apart from roses, Yuan Qingli and the others saw no other varieties of flowers.

No one had come to add soil to these ancient graves for far too long, leaving them low and sunken. Master Baichuan, with most of his body buried in the earth, was pinned down by a broken tombstone resting against his head, unable to move even an inch.

"Phantom, you’re right. This doctor is becoming increasingly useless," General Black Star said, turning back to gaze into the Void Illusion Mirror. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He beckoned, and Phantom stepped forward. General Black Star whispered something into his ear.

She dared not lift her head too far, merely raising her eyelids to roll her eyes upward, meeting the eerie heads that swirled around her.

"If that is truly the case, I am willing to give it a try," Herbert said, his voice trembling with excitement as he caught a glimpse of hope.

"What is the meaning of this? I never realized Fourth Aunt was so magnanimous," Su Wan laughed.

The discarded gun was still warm, clearly showing the perpetrator hadn't gone far. However, searching house-to-house in this alleyway was incredibly difficult. He had intended to frame the team leader for stealing the weapon, but it turned out the man was experienced enough to anticipate such a tactic.

There had been no news of Lian Jiang yet. Bo Ye Ran must have been searching for her like a madman. Jian Jianan had pulled every string she had in Tiandu City and even asked Dongfang Xuan to use the network to help search for her, but there was still not a trace.

One channel was sales within the capital, primarily retail. The other channel covered the suburbs outside the capital and the rest of the empire.

The waiter specifically ran back to check the previous table, and the fan was still lying there. Could it be that he owned two identical fans?

It was strange that the gold covering the floor remained so bright after all these years. Furthermore, the fact that the gold had been cast into bricks and simply dumped on the ground made no sense at all.

The memories of the Soul-Devouring Demon King seemed to drift back to that year. She stood amidst a sea of flowers, cradling a purple bloom in her hands, inhaling its fragrance. What a pity; there was no going back. The past was gone forever, but surely, our child will live a good life.

He delivered twelve consecutive palms, taking a step with each strike—left, right, forward, or backward.

He had been quite sincere, hadn't he? She might as well forgive him. After all, he was a big shot, and for him to be so humble was saying something.