Chapter 20

However, the two powerful experts at the ninth level of the True Path, who had posed a threat to him, were killed by Xu Tian through a clever ploy. With the pressure significantly eased, he was even less likely to let the remaining two go.

Ba Ma-jun replied, his expression showing a hint of novelty. He was still a newcomer, while the other party was a titan of the industry with countless juniors under his wing; it was perfectly normal not to remember a name. Yet, seeing such an apologetic smile on President Park Jin-young’s face made Ba Ma-jun feel that the senior was actually quite easy to get along with.

Arriving outside Narrows Island, Liang Dong parked the car at a distance before escorting Rachel toward the Narrows Bridge. The area was swarming with police—mounted officers, SWAT teams, and riot police. Almost all the law enforcement forces from the Lower East Side had been mobilized.

The harvest was gratifying, leaving many bosses and partners grinning from ear to ear. They had never encountered such profits in their entire lives. Watching the money flow into their pockets, they truly felt as if they were dreaming.

"Alright," Liang Dong hesitated for a moment, then, seeing the vulnerability on Rachel Dawes's face, he nodded in agreement.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The involvement of Xu Tian and Qi Tianming made the sea of fire even more turbulent and terrifying. The raging pillars of flame shot straight into the sky, igniting the entire starry expanse of the Divine War, and the scene of two giant fire dragons locked in fierce combat was enough to make anyone’s blood boil.

But since Elder Chen had spoken, he had to devise a countermeasure; otherwise, there was no telling if the old man, in a fit of rage, might send him back to prison.

Yet, someone had actually come to visit, and to Zhang Shao-ning’s surprise, it was Ye Qing. Why would he come?

"Hey, do you think the Academy can empower someone all the way to the realm of a 'god'?" Lin Feng suddenly asked. The others looked over as well. Indeed, the Academy claimed it could enhance everything, but was that level attainable?

Just as the various Hall Masters were preparing to intervene and save the captives, the scene shifted dramatically. Miao Zhen and his companions were sent flying like kites with severed strings, spitting blood as they soared through the air, their life force scattering into a fine crimson mist under the wind.

Inside the hotel, Mo Xueli could not sleep. Having received shocking news that night, she tearfully poured out all the bitterness she had endured in the past.

The moment Pang Bo let out a roar, a phantasm of a True Dragon suddenly emerged, instantly emitting a sound like a collapsing mountain or a roaring sea.

That Wang Dahai was truly a hopeless case; once pushed to the ground by you, he began to wail uncontrollably, looking nothing like a man nearing eighteen.

I watched her back as she walked away, and tears welled up in my eyes and fell. In those tears, I felt the weight of what she had said, and I secretly made a decision.

Ximen Huan handed me a cigarette. I took a look and realized it was the "Lucky Strike" special edition—the one advertised low-key a while back as the world’s most expensive cigarette. The case was inlaid with diamonds and gemstones, incredibly opulent. I hadn't expected that even though his company hadn't reached world-class status, his taste in cigarettes was already keeping pace with the ultra-wealthy.

There were two full walls; one was filled with his men's clothing, while the other was empty, save for two formal gowns hanging there.

"Miyazawa Yuyuki" lowered his head deeply, as if he were intently staring at the teacup beneath his nose.

Shi Yao and Lu Fuqu had seen too much. To put it coldly, they only felt a slight sympathy for Mo Xueli’s story and could not muster any deeper emotional fluctuation.

After all, those who had lent the money had done so out of a former fondness for Liang Yun; who knew she would act so unscrupulously now?

With both children unconditionally supporting her, Ruan Jing truly felt a sense of relief, as if the whole world had begun to stand by her side.

The Chief Justice of the Dali Court stared at Ye Feng with immense fury, his eyes narrowing into slits as if he intended to kill Ye Feng with his gaze alone.

Seeing him visit so frequently over the past two days, Beauty Ji didn't think much of it, only feeling happy. She rarely received fine things, so when he brought over some excellent Purple Bamboo Shoot tea, she brewed a large pot and presented it to him as if showing off a treasure, urging him to drink more as if Li Yun couldn't get good tea outside.

Long Bing let Fang Jie take Wang Yan aside for some counseling, but he didn't offer a single word of comfort to Guo Feibo, because if it came to emotional bonds, Long Bing’s feelings for Wang Gang were no less than his.

"Long Lian, bring it out! Be proactive! You know the Party's policy. Heh heh." The first to speak was the Second Platoon Leader. After speaking, he glanced back at the others, who all gave wicked grins, rotating their wrists and rubbing their palms in anticipation.

Therefore, Tian Xuan silently kept this kindness in his heart. He believed in returning favors, and no matter what, he would help this phoenix find what it was looking for in the Ten Thousand Saints Mountain.

If it weren't for the spiritual water dripped by Li Xixi, which had condensed her soul and repaired some of its fragments, she would still be nothing more than a wandering ghost behind the Sword Peak today.

In the end, the internal and external woes of the Han Xiao regime had to rely entirely on the Qingge Tribe. Upon receiving the secret letter from Mu Qianxun, Gulamu condescended to visit the tribal army in person to meet with Mu Qianxun, showing a strong intent for peace.