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If there hadn’t been enough space left in the castle, William might have regretted hiring the Nine Serpents Legion. However, William had already made it clear that in future battles, unless he or someone on the ship specifically requested the help of the Nine Serpents Legion, he would not pay any further commissions.

“Cough, cough… It’s done!” Ruan Qingyu coughed a few times, her body turning weak and her complexion paling. Cui Bin hurriedly supported her, pulling her into his arms.

Lu Bu made a “Don’t worry, I understand everything” gesture, and only then did Madam Yan remove her hand from his waist.

But the railgun’s barrel was now riddled with holes, and after taking two blasts from Thunderbolt’s main gun, it was already covered in cracks.

There were three spell gems left and six empty slots. Li Mo thought it over—since his attack power was sufficient, he decided to use all six slots for control-type spells.

With a thunderous bang, the iron door was nearly smashed through. The man scrambled up, yanked open the door, and fled down the alley like a madman, swearing and shouting as he ran.

Since Yuan Yi chose to pledge allegiance to the Wildlands, he was also diligently gathering information about it, especially regarding those who surrendered. After some comparisons, he realized that there were actually many different types of surrender in the Wildlands, each with different rewards. That was why he was working so hard now.

Then there was the deputy chief of Wucun, Wu Tu. If he hadn’t been a hero, Xiao Mo wouldn’t have bothered to win him over. Fortunately, Wu Tu was utterly loyal to Xiao Mo, who in turn trusted him completely.

The last few sentences were spoken in a tone of self-mockery, full of lonely resignation and the frustration of talent gone unrecognized.

In the real world, whenever war breaks out, the prices of anything related to conflict—food, medicine, weapons—skyrocket, often multiplying several times over.

Now, Liu Tianhao’s orders weren’t carried out by that E Lai, and instead the two strongmen under his command shouted that they wanted to kill him. He immediately turned pale, his expression shifting from white to red, not daring to even look at Dian Wei or Xu Chu, only keeping his eyes fixed on Liu Tianhao at the head seat, shrinking back and hesitating to speak.

A deafening wave of boos erupted throughout the arena, with curses at the referee flying nonstop. Even though the slow-motion replay on the big screen clearly showed it was offside—did anyone ever need a reason to curse the referee?

Jing Jian was left speechless. How did the tables turn like this? All he could say was that this future superstar certainly had a strong personality.

The mermaid princess’s footsteps were light, yet each step set Divine Dragon’s heart pounding, as if any sudden movement might startle him.

Lin Yi and Lu Xia both wore T-shirts and jeans with sneakers, and their hair was tied up—clean and neat. The big corporation’s people drove them to the edge of an old forest outside the city, waiting in the car while Lin Yi led Lu Xia into the woods.

“Huh?” Jing Jian was quite curious; he hadn’t expected that Qin Zi’s family actually had collectibles, and foreign ones at that. But when he brought the bottle over and took a look, he nearly fainted—it was just… Coca-Cola?

On hearing this and thinking of Li Tian, who treated him like a son, Li Shun’s anger boiled over, leaving no room for reason. He just wanted to kick down the door, rush in, beat Li Manhao to a pulp—and if possible, kill him to vent his rage.

“The duel begins!” With that announcement, the atmosphere instantly heated up. For the two combatants, this was a battle of life and death, but for most of the audience, it was nothing more than entertainment.

Under the envious gaze of others, Liu Ziyun, Wu Yue, and Nangong Yunying each hugged Chen Feng for a moment, then resolutely stepped into the secret rooms he had prepared for them to begin their closed-door cultivation.

Fan Zhi was also suppressing his anger. If not for a shred of rationality, he would probably have been cursing Zhu Ying just like Qiu Yu. Having to speak kindly to a gang of thugs was already humiliating enough, and now Qiu Yu was insulting him on top of it—how could he not be furious?

In short, unless necessary, Zhao Zilong almost never repeated himself. So when Zhao Zilong repeated once more that he truly could keep Mitsui Hisashi from Waseda from scoring, Dong Lianzhu, Fatty, and Xin Qiji—who all knew him well—were immediately intrigued.

Ning Hao shook his head inwardly. Wasn’t it this guy who let a ghost loose on him first? Now that the ghost was destroyed, he started acting unreasonable.

Qingzhu bit her red lips—though she was tired, she didn’t dare say so. As Jing Chuan had said, if there was no spot left for her among the remaining ten, it would be terribly embarrassing.

Nearly every day, supplies from the enemy were being transported. The enemy had already devoured most of eastern Hubei’s counties; this supply line was never idle.

Xu Ruolan had only mentioned it in passing, never expecting Yin Qingrou’s reaction to be so intense. She dared not say more, hurriedly finished her meal, showered, and returned to her room.

After Xia Tian drove off, Liu Hai, Li Zhenhua, and the others returned from the hotel entrance to their room.

Number Ninety-One’s eyes were wide open—because what he was holding in his arms was no longer Dong’s neck but just Dong’s coat.

Xiao Fei, listening to the conversation between the old and the young, was both amused and exasperated. How were these two like market vendors, haggling over vegetables?