Volume 1, Chapter 35: Chu Mian in Trouble, the Whole Family in a Panic

Upon arriving at work, Huang Yitian made a point to visit the former director of the Township Enterprise Bureau at the Economic and Trade Commission.

He had originally intended to refuse Murong Wanqing, but Huang Weifa’s actions and words moments ago had left Ling Chen feeling displeased, so he chose not to comply with Huang Weifa’s wishes.

Gradually, colorful light began to emerge from Ling Chen’s body. The black mist receded, and the light grew increasingly brilliant until the mist had vanished entirely, leaving Ling Chen radiating a ten-colored glow.

"Hey! Stan, put your back into it!" a burly man holding a beer bottle shouted, raising it to encourage his companion.

Duan Yun, his mind in a state of chaos, opened his eyes instinctively. The dazzling sunlight pierced his pupils, causing a slight stinging sensation.

Duan Yun looked toward the voice and realized the boy was Fan Tong, the physical education representative from his high school class.

Perhaps it was that very level of affairs that made so many people feel uncomfortable with such an environment and such methods.

In the hall, although everyone seemed relatively cheerful, the overall atmosphere had become somewhat eerie.

Vivian Smith and Yuan Xianglin were unable to rescue Han Shengqi, and in their helplessness, the two met once more.

A cyan light screen covered the middle-aged scholar. His magical artifact automatically protected its master, unfolding a defensive barrier. At the same time, the scholar reacted, slapping his storage pouch and summoning a turtle shell that emitted an earthy yellow glow, placing it in the path of the incoming sword energy.

Qiao Jun had actually wondered if it was unfair to treat Di Keke this way, but the thought of the nightmares she had been suffering for so long made it impossible for her to let go. Especially since every time she had contact with Di Keke, she was guaranteed to have that terrible dream, making her wish she never had to see her again.

Perhaps because the people inside were pinning down the enemy's firepower, only a few of the hundred or so Japanese soldiers and puppet troops in the camp came out to pursue the escaping prisoners.

Tian Ling curled her hand, which had not yet fully healed, her face feeling slightly warm. Could it be that Magistrate Song was a fortune teller before he entered the imperial court?

Zhou Junjie was shocked to see Sima Zhong charging at him, but he was not the type to sit and wait for death. Since the other party wanted him dead, he had to resist; otherwise, he would eventually be crushed.

"How can that be? Your father and I have worked hard our whole lives, and since you are our only son, we must host a grand wedding for you. You don't need to worry about anything; we will handle everything. Just tell us, are there any close classmates or teachers you would like us to invite?" Xiao Chen’s mother added.

"Have you figured it out yet? Call Zhujia Town immediately and ask what on earth is going on!" Yoshino ordered as he put on his clothes.

Zhou Junjie could not help but smile slightly. Facing this tenth-grade martial master, he felt no fear or anxiety, but rather a faint sense of anticipation.

"Exactly. We will head to the battlefield together based on our true ability. Once we succeed, we will be remembered for generations at the First High School, just like Senior Brother Zhu Zucong," Leng Leng comforted him.

Thinking of how Zhao Yujiao had been bullied by Cao Hongkuang, yet the Zhao family dared not do anything to him, Zhou Junjie understood that this must be the case.

Watching the boss bow and scrape, Zhou Junjie couldn't help but reflect that having power and influence was indeed quite good; at least the people around you treated you like a person of importance, fawning over you with absolute devotion.

Empress Dowager Ning glanced at Hua Chun and suddenly believed what she said—that the Emperor was indeed doting on her in secret.

"Ambush from Ten Sides!" Mei Ji recognized the melody of the zither music. Her mood was involuntarily controlled by the rhythm, and she issued a series of orders for reinforcements to be brought in to strengthen their side.

They all looked at Tang Long with anticipation, hoping he would show some confidence, but Tang Long remained expressionless, revealing nothing.

His gunner didn't even have a chance to fire—because the enemy could always accurately hit him, preventing him from reaching the muzzle to load the shells.

Seeing him talk to himself yet unwilling to reveal his meaning, Lin Yi did not press him. However, he still wanted to get a clear answer about the Jade Qilin. Lin Yi was not in a hurry, though; since this person had appeared on his Dragon-Coiling Flying Boat, it was no coincidence. He was definitely waiting for him here. Even if he didn't ask, this person would eventually speak.

The group was startled and, forgetting to maintain their formation, rushed over to help "Mr. Gu" up. By then, the man’s mouth was already full of blood, and he had spat out all his teeth.

Behind them, Ying Wuxie—who knows what secret technique he had used—had actually followed them into the barrier, and strangely, there was not a trace of damage to the barrier itself.

Tang Long was overjoyed. Compared to the Evil Phoenix Emperor Blood Sword, it should be easier to master the Fierce Wolf Needle.

"No need. The three of us will just eat the chicken; we have to make breakfast in a little while anyway," He Lan said with a laugh after regaining her senses. She wouldn't be able to sleep even if she went back, and she figured that Misha was just reminding her not to neglect her duties.

"I learned about it from ancient texts. These soul entities that can kill to enhance their own strength must be created by Saint Spirit Realm experts. They have another name—'Mei'!" Ying Wuxie said nonchalantly.

Having just come forward to testify, this photo was leaked that very night. Now, the rumors of a power-for-sex trade were impossible to clarify.

Rong Xiu was highly valued in the Tang family and could not afford to lose his job because of one of Rong Sanyue’s whimsical ideas.

It was the United States' own business, and Chen Daojun had no obligation to meddle; he was merely a businessman focused on making money.

Since half the day had already passed, he might as well use the remaining time to gather with friends staying at the temple.

The two sides took the stage. This time, Shrek’s formation was much more formal. Sun Wukong stood at the forefront, followed by Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong standing side-by-side, with He Caitou and Xiao Xiao behind them, while Beibei and Xu Sanshi flanked the sides.

"But what is Zhao Baikong waiting for there? What is there?" Zhang Shan wondered. The cultivator he had interrogated, though involved in the entire plan, had not reached the core and did not know what Zhao Baikong’s target was.

He looked at Tokyo Tower with a melancholy expression for a while, checked the time—8:50 PM—and then took out his phone to call Nan Feng.

Jia Zhen stood up, looking coldly at the brat still clinging to his sleeve. He reached out with his right hand, gripped Jia Huan’s collar tightly, and with a slight exertion, hoisted him up and pulled him close, his cold eyes filled with a trace of confusion.