Chapter 70

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An Yiqing listened as Emory recounted the events of the past few days; his tone was relaxed, unprecedentedly cheerful.

Meanwhile, outside behind the wall, a group of brothers, always eager for excitement and idly passing time, had gathered in a circle to hold a research meeting.

With things as they were, Wuyin Sect couldn’t find the true culprit behind the disguise. Naturally, they began troubling Tuoba Jing and his companions. Her reason for seeking out an assassin for protection wasn’t for herself, but in hopes someone would shield Tuoba Jing and the others from above.

Inside the bedroom, Xiao Yu sat silently on the sofa. The curtains were tightly drawn, not letting in a single ray of light. In the darkness, his face glowed in a kaleidoscope of colors; upon closer inspection, it was the light from his phone.

There was not the slightest pause; Gu Chen’s low cries of pain were muffled completely between his lips and teeth.

At that moment, the High Priest hurried in. Upon seeing the golden cat, he fell to his knees with a thud, calling out “Chief” repeatedly.

Du Guangyao had barely finished speaking when a group of masters behind him cupped their hands in congratulation, leaving everyone in the Immortal Spirit Palace utterly bewildered.

As the words fell, the big screen lit up. In a luxurious and imposing office, a man in a gray suit sat at a desk. On the sofa opposite him, three middle-aged men in old-fashioned attire sat, visibly nervous.

The good relationship between the Seventh Princess and Prince Qi was evident to all, as was the frown of the Seventh Uncle. Yet in this moment, everyone wisely chose to remain silent.

It was during such a time that Rong Zhao unexpectedly collided with the three who were rushing down from above.

Though I knew that Yang Ji, with her timid nature, would never harm anyone—otherwise, she would have already killed Li Yao and Lin Jian—I still gave a reminder.

Xie Feng’s words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring thousand ripples. Indeed, we seemed to have overlooked this issue: why must it have been a forced abduction? What if he left of his own volition?

After returning to my seat, I looked at Lin Weiwei; she was clearly defiant, and Commander beside her wore a worried expression. After all, Dapeng was quite formidable at school, and we truly weren’t his equals.

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It had been a long time since I’d seen Han Ying. Her parking spot wasn’t far from Li Muzi’s office, so after chatting with Han Ying for a while, I’d go visit her.

Nearly fifteen burly men emerged from the vehicle, faces brutish and fierce. Almost instinctively, I stepped back, wondering if the Lin family had sent people.

Zhuge Liang and his companions bowed their heads respectfully as a gesture of honor to the returnee.

“His behavior is truly incomprehensible, but one thing is clear—he’s a deranged murderer. We must guard against any further extremes. You’re the only one still safe; his appearance in the hospital today was a show of force,” Captain Chen said to me gravely.

So when exchanging intelligence with my master, we both sensed something amiss. Our first reaction was that the other must be wrong, and we ourselves were right. The problem was, we were both right.

Just thinking about the terror my words could invoke—even if he was the young master of the Lei family, even his father’s intervention wouldn’t save him.

Upon entering the clothing store, I encountered several acquaintances—five mercenaries. How did these men even cross the border?

The Ma brothers, seeing flames erupt in all directions, hastily ordered a retreat. As the army regrouped, countless shouts of battle echoed, with soldiers appearing out of nowhere amid chaos, making it impossible to distinguish friend from foe.

Elsewhere, Wu Zhi never played the stock-share game, even though it was highly profitable. Implementing it was troublesome, but in Yanggu County he had the support of the magistrate, and stir-fry cooking was the latest craze, so dividing shares controlled all the major restaurants.

Watching the Blood Team begin to withdraw and rush outside the hall, War God Tyrant immediately led his men in pursuit.

“So, you lied about burning us with hellfire before; your real goal was to get the demon blade after it’s unsealed,” Lin Tian finally understood after listening to Ichiro Onizuka.

Zhang Fei nodded, “Zihan is right. Anyway, Cao Cao’s troops are nearly upon us; we can’t just turn back now.”

Squinting, Lin Qing carefully surveyed everything around him, especially the three green leaves.

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There were three old men in total, each with snow-white hair. The foremost leaned on a jet-black cane, its handle polished bright. Though his hand was wrinkled, it was steady as he gripped the cane.

Yun Yang kept his gaze fixed on Shui Menghen, hoping in vain for even a glance from her.

Above the chairback floated a string of red soul markings, reading "Black Duke Arthur Dengott."

In the Realm of Void, atop the Wind God Temple’s terrace, Wind Chime in a green robe looked calmly into the distance, a flicker of unusual emotion crossing her eyes.

This time, Lin Xiaoguang was pleasantly surprised to find Li Xue’s attitude toward him had improved significantly compared to before.

The Divine Mechanism Battalion was a true marching army; though their numbers were few, every soldier was elite, capable of taking on three opponents at once.

Standing at the hotel entrance, Gong Yang called Zhang Minghua. Upon learning Gong Yang had arrived in Hong Kong, Zhang Minghua immediately responded, “I’ll send someone to pick you up.” Before Gong Yang could refuse, the call was already ended.

In truth, promoting a film through roadshows was even more exhausting than filming itself. The group grabbed a quick lunch, then continued in the afternoon, keeping smiles and enthusiasm for every interaction with fans, visiting six cinemas by evening, and Jing Bo Ran sang six times.

As Cheng Yanxi turned sideways, preparing to open the car door, Lin Xiaoguang grabbed her hand.

Because early this morning, her sister, who often acted with her, had left the facility ahead of her, boldly claiming she would participate in the competition and prove herself.

While filming in the morning, Lin Xiaoguang kept hearing rumors that Zhang Weijian would visit the set in the afternoon, as the producer was a friend of his. Sure enough, he arrived unexpectedly, so quietly that no one noticed.

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