Volume 1, Chapter 33: Taking Ji Wenqian for a Ride

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Time had reached noon on September 11. Our country’s richest man was still lounging on a park bench in the 798 Art Zone, quietly answering a phone call.

"Perhaps we should send someone to take a look," Gu Xiaoi suggested rationally. She did not try to play the hero by going herself; she knew that in such deep waters, she would likely be out of her depth.

In a rural household, getting by is all about harmony, and Qiao Kangsheng’s patience for Hui was not without its limits.

"Don't worry, Brother Xiang. I’m just sparring with him. Can’t you see how eager he is to fight? If you don’t let him get his fill, he’ll burst from the frustration," Li Mengnan said with a smile.

After being forced to drink a few glasses, Xiao Yong’s cheeks flushed, and he looked as if he could handle no more. Yu Santouming felt there was no point in staying any longer, especially with those two gatekeepers still lurking at the entrance, so he left with Xiao Yong.

Perhaps not believing Gu Xiaoi’s words, Gu Yanan did not move an inch, only peering into the distance, desperately hoping for Mrs. Gu’s return.

He Xu’s words, intimate to the bone, exploded in my ears like a basin of ice water poured over my head. A chill instantly penetrated my entire body, leaving every limb and bone frozen stiff.

"Olivia! Olivia!" Viola, who was rehearsing with Tu Xiuwen, called out two or three times before Tu Xiuwen regained her senses. She offered an embarrassed smile, whispered an apology, and continued the rehearsal.

He seemed to have no interest in doing honest work, yet she always felt there was something different about him compared to the other boys his age who constantly surrounded him.

Zhao Rong offered a faint smile and a polite nod to Qin Hai, ignoring Chen Ning and not even glancing at Xingsheng. Just as he was about to step forward, he stopped in surprise.

"What do you think about Sister Wu’s proposal to establish a combat department?" In Sha’s room, Li Zhi had just emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"I am Mo Xiaosheng, a friend of Qingshu Duoluo. Please inform her of my arrival," Mo Xiaosheng replied truthfully.

If a single python could suppress Li Zhi today, then if the northern city settlement came to annex him tomorrow, would Li Zhi have to surrender obediently?

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However, after he was swept into a spatial rift in the Abyss of the Demon Sea, everyone assumed he had fallen, and Cui Wulei was no exception.

"My mission is to wait for an opportunity to assassinate Masao Oshima and intercept intelligence?" Mo Xiaosheng seemed to have guessed his assignment.

A poem serves as testimony: In the dead of night, a lecherous spirit presses upon the bed, silk skirts turned up as hearts grow intoxicated; a divine spear pierces the peach blossom’s core, daring not to cry out, brows furrowed in rhythm.

As for Wan Hongxuan, he was an old rival. It wasn't born of deep hatred, but because the other man was ranked first on the Immortal Emperor List. Zhou Jiu had challenged him many times without success, resulting only in draws.

Perhaps this is the helplessness of being a celebrity: one must constantly guard against reporters and paparazzi. Even for a doctor's visit, one has to register for emergency care after regular hours just to avoid attention.

When Suantian asked this, the Immortal-level experts fell silent. Some looked at the sky, some at the ground, and others cleaned their ears, acting as if the matter had nothing to do with them.

Hearing Zhou Jiu’s words, the members of the Shui and Feng families smiled inwardly. Isn’t this Liu Yuntao clearly lacking in judgment? If the Liu family were handed over to him, it would surely decline.

Smelling the long-lost aroma, the starving Wang Yue buried his head and ate voraciously, slurping away without a shred of concern for his image.

Meng Dong had failed to consider one simple question: if someone had come to harm him, how many would have bothered to knock?

Dan Zhu knew they had fallen out, and she was desperate for them to return to their own quarters to avoid a face-to-face argument; being caught in the middle was difficult.

Capable of serving as the director of the Bahamas office in Santiago, Alva was quite skilled. Through Alva’s report, Quentin Nick learned information he had previously been unaware of, including the personal relationship between Ford Benjamin and Li Mu.

"Search under the seats in every carriage. Every corner of the subway is well-lit; that is the only place where something could be hidden," Wei Renwu said calmly.

Ji Tong was terrified by Helan Yao’s gaze. Looking at Long Shaoyan, whose expression had remained unchanged from the start, he felt that the look on Long Shaoyan’s face suggested he was already accustomed to such situations. Seeing this, Ji Tong no longer dared to threaten Helan Yao.

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Beside them, Long Shaoyan leaned docilely against Helan Yao, though a flash of killing intent darted through his eyes.

Before Mu Ziqing could answer Weiwei’s complex question, Shen Xiaotang had already cast a deep, piercing gaze in her direction.

In the eyes of the high-caste, the low-caste are not even considered human, and thus possess no human rights. Would a human care what an ant thinks?

"Roar!" The beast was in extreme pain. Its abdomen was the softest part of its body, and every animal would protect its belly firmly, never letting an outsider see it. It hadn't moved only because Helan Yao had instructed it to, yet now Helan Yao was actually drawing blood from its abdomen.

He found himself in a bizarre situation, overwhelmed by a sudden, inexplicable turn of events. Without provoking anyone, he had been struck on the head and hand, nearly being carried away in a daze.

Nearby, the King of Killers, the seven elders, and the others stared with wide eyes, filled with immense admiration for Xu Chen.

However, driving the robbers back into the bank was not a wise move. The robbers were currently seizing hostages in preparation to charge out, and the police who had arrived later could only stand by with their guns, helpless.

The students around him looked at him as if he were a lunatic, watching him hit the F5 key repeatedly while sighing and shaking his head.

It could be said that the intelligence team made operations much more convenient. The Ministry of State Security had many methods at its disposal; as long as the Intelligence Division was involved, anything they wanted to investigate could be uncovered easily. What was needed most, however, was time.

The moment the scene of the Spirit Beast Canyon entered his sight, the Military Saint, Sion, was stunned for a moment before he spoke.