36. Wrath and Obsession

"I, I suddenly feel this outfit isn't quite right; I want to change again. You should leave," Gusna said with a forced, awkward smile.

The remaining eight figures were scattered irregularly around the perimeter, appearing to be types specialized in close-quarters combat.

The Divine Artifact was occupied with healing Xiaoyaozi’s wounds, but since Xiaoyaozi could not leave the cave, it remained unknown how long the recovery would take.

A mournful howl rang out, and everyone present knelt in unison, their eyes fixed intently on this strange procession. Although the scene was deathly silent, an atmosphere of extreme sorrow permeated the air.

"The Dragon Vein? That makes sense. Only it still possesses the power of time travel," the Slug Sage muttered to himself.

Faced with Li Qifeng, who had suddenly appeared before him, Gu Yuan could not suppress a trace of shock in his expression.

Though there was the ritual of respect, there was no tone of reverence. Li Defeng was haughty and noble; Li Tian dared not act presumptuously in his presence.

Once everyone was seated, the previously noisy auction hall fell instantly quiet. The manager presiding over the auction had not yet arrived, but the entire venue was already filled with a tense, solemn atmosphere.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Qi Feng and Mo Shang each fired a shot at the man attempting to gun down the black cat. The cat was agile enough, seizing the moment to perform a forward roll and successfully slipping into cover.

"She’s already borne you a child; what else can you do?" Lin Nan picked up his glass and had a drink with him.

The Liberation Army soldiers burst into loud laughter, casting mocking glances at Wang Lixiang, showing utter disdain for the reckless deputy chief of the police bureau.

Fang Wei’s car pulled up to the entrance of the Donghua Electronic Technology Company. Since it was a factory, he could not drive directly inside. He greeted the guard and asked him to call Wang Xueling out.

In the inner hall, only Dan Boyu was terrified to the extreme. He knew very well that Xuan Long and Li Qiang were extraordinary figures; if he were to provoke them... he dared not even imagine the consequences. Dan Boyu, after all, had shallow cultivation; he did not realize that at the level of Xuan Long and Li Qiang, they would never lose their temper over such trivial matters.

Countless laser beams shot in from the periphery of the basin, and the mages among the guards unhesitatingly condensed countless ice blades, fireballs, and wind blades, launching them rapidly at the cavalry.

"There is no rush to deal with this Zhao Yongsang. Let’s resolve the issues at the main store first," Yun Yi said.

Fang Qing was currently lying in a spacious single-bed hospital room, her eyes slightly closed. The pain she had displayed earlier in the western restaurant was completely gone, and she was fast asleep.

But who would have thought that as soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xin was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into a soft laugh, covering her mouth as if she did not believe what Chen Yang had said.

However, when Zhou Yi was introduced, the applause and cheers that erupted throughout the arena drowned out those previously given to Kobe. Zhou Yi was somewhat delighted by this, but he immediately reminded himself that this was, after all, his home court. Kobe, on the other hand, did not seem to mind at all.

Ah Xu tried his best to cover up the situation here, and I finally managed to pull myself out of the fits of hysterical laughter.

After returning to the hotel, Zhou Yi dove straight into his room, while Will Bynum and the others naturally went out to enjoy the night view of Charlotte and look for some entertainment.

Seeing Shen Tinglan looking so gentle, An Qiang’s heart had long since softened. She did not care that Shen Tinglan might be mistaking her for someone else and leaned in to kiss his lips.

Jiang Chu bit her lip. Thinking of this reason, she watched the scene before her with a troubled expression.

But he wouldn't accept it, continuing to feign illness in front of Pearl. Especially since he had lost a significant amount of weight, he didn't even need to pretend to make Pearl feel distressed.

All of this was merely the calm before the storm, a harbinger of the impending upheaval.

The others, upon hearing these words, also seemed to have a sudden realization, each of them staring at Xiao Lan with unkind eyes.

That humiliation and helplessness had now transformed into power deep within his heart. He was no longer the Yun Cheng who could be bullied by anyone, but a fighter ready to challenge the powers that be.

About a quarter of an hour later, Ming Liuzheng slowly stepped out of the room. Yun Cheng’s gaze was instantly drawn to her attire.

Pei Yu looked at the back that resembled his own, his fingers stroking the raised head of the black snake unhurriedly, the depths of his narrowed eyes filled with cold malice.

"Young Master, these people appear to be attendants, but judging by their demeanor, their identities are likely not simple. Let us step aside for now and wait to see how things develop," Shuang'er whispered in Yun Cheng's ear. Though her voice was soft, it held an unquestionable firmness.

When Su Chen’s figure arrived in the center of the arena with a flicker of teleportation, the dragon pressure he released saturated the entire Brood Rift, and every insect hiding in the dark corners felt an unprecedented sense of despair.

Jackal was a man with red hair and a beard. He was of medium build, looked to be about forty years old, and had a pair of shrewd eyes and a long nose.

The next day was a rare, beautiful day. The heavy snow that had fallen over the past two days slowly melted under the sun. Wei Qilang had gone to court early, before dawn. From his tone, it seemed there was a region suffering from continuous disasters, and the Emperor summoned him frequently because of it.

In the northern part of the Fao Alliance, the most consumed beverage was vodka. This liquor was a favorite among many commoners and those in the lower-middle classes.

The philosophy of the Torrent Society was to destroy and wash away corrupt concepts, legal systems, and even aristocratic hierarchies, much like a torrent. Their emblem was a red sun rising over a long river.

The President of the Eternal Day Society had always been a figure of mystery, but every legend involving him was defined only by the word "terror."