Chapter 45

Ariella wore a troubled expression and felt extremely hesitant inside. She did not want to die, yet she also refused to become a traitor. However, after turning it over and over in her mind, it seemed there was no foolproof strategy that could satisfy both ends.

"Anyone who dares to oppose us is destined to die without a doubt." The Fourth Division Commander rested his broadsword on his shoulder, his gaze sweeping across the vice admirals as he selected his next opponent.

Just two streets away from the construction site, there was an open-air food stall where many truck drivers preparing for evening freight runs had gathered. Suddenly, a figure in black passing by brushed against the back of a driver's head, appearing to prick him with something.

Outside of the world, Xiaoming stood alongside the young man in the white lab coat, gazing at the medium-sized world rotating quietly like a cosmic nebula before them, filled with a myriad of emotions in their hearts.

Shattering through one house after another, they tore from one end of the street to the other, the earth splitting open to reveal a straight line of turbulent shockwaves.

"Then this Friday night, could you... could you..." Ouyang Fei'er trailed off, looking as if she had more to say but swallowed her words.

At the same time, Iris burst in, her beautiful eyes burning with intense fury as she looked at her. This trusted friend of hers had actually turned against Wuchen at this moment?

This was a question she had wanted to ask ever since the two of them emerged from the Little Garden city, but considering her current identity, she had forcibly swallowed it down.

People all across the vast seas watched the tense confrontation on the screen with bated breath. They all recognized the captains of the Beasts Pirates and understood their terrifying strength—monsters who had once clashed directly with Marine admirals at Marine Headquarters.

What? This has got to be a joke! After all the grueling pursuit we've put in, a single word from above completely ruins everything? And on top of that, we have to clear the way for the enemy—what kind of situation is this?

Lin Huanle pondered why his hometown, Songcheng County, and Peach Town remained stagnant in development, failing to form a competitive, nation-facing industry.

In truth, Leopard Head did not trust Luo Qianfan. In his heart, aside from himself, anyone else could potentially jeopardize this cargo run.

Once this breakthrough opportunity was unlocked, not only the garment factory but also the food processing factory he had long wanted to establish could leverage momentum and get underway.

Her words were spoken with great tact. However, her meaning was crystal clear, carrying a subtle hint of warning.

Taking a huge bite out of an apple, he walked out onto the balcony, passed through the forest of drying clothes, and reached the blushing embarrassment of the underwear section, casting his gaze straight ahead toward the opposite side without a sideways glance.

Tang Chunjiang thought to herself that power truly held an irresistible allure for men. Why couldn't Wei Likuan just focus on earning his money instead of meddling in this chaos? Pushing someone forward ahead of everyone else behind the backs of the Tang family—did he find that amusing? It was utterly ridiculous. But anyway, this matter had nothing to do with her own household; whoever wanted to assume the role could take it.

Perhaps Xia Jinzhi had simply grown accustomed to viewing him as an elder brother, and therefore had never deeply contemplated any of this.

By the time the two of them arrived, Zhou Qingyun had not yet shown up. Wu Huizhong had the driver leave first, telling him not to bother picking them up, and then followed Tang Chunjiang into the restaurant.

The brilliance of this technique lay in how he used internal energy to envelop every aspect of the tea, allowing it to truly bloom only after entering a person's mouth.

Indescribable emotions intertwined continuously. Grasping the sharp blade tightly in her hand, her cold gaze held nothing save for an indomitable resolve to press ever forward.

A pillar of golden light tore through the nocturnal stillness and darkness, illuminating a vast expanse of the Amiz Basin as bright as day.

Letting them rest for a while now—ideally until they fell asleep—would be the best time to go smash their glass windows, ideally keeping them awake all night long just to see how long they could hold out.

It was not transformed from dream energy either; dream energy itself did not directly convert into physical matter, but rather acted as a catalyst that induced the generation of such substances.

The co-pilot assumed the pilot's seat, and under his manual control, the spacecraft slowly ascended to high altitude, soaring out into the void.

Likely due to their integration with the Warmers, even after merging, they retained the ability to "evolve" back into their past forms.

The moment Veronica's feet touched the ground, Lin noticed that all the Ershies around her... had turned completely colorful.

Naturally suspicious by nature, he always viewed his enemies with the utmost malice, maintaining a high level of vigilance and defense until the final results were unveiled.

After all, right now it was merely a blade slice; decorations such as the hilt had yet to be crafted. If they wanted to carve intricate patterns onto it as well, there was no telling how long it would take to finish.

"Two in mid." A USP bullet whizzed past, practically grazing the scalp of Qin Feng's character model.

However, the frontline personnel were laborers that Song应星 (Song Yingxing) would have to recruit himself, as conducting scientific research at the Ministry of Folk Crafts was vastly different from serving as an official in the imperial court.

Of course, mine was the least of my worries. If this real estate project could be revitalized, even if I hiked property values by severalfold, buyers would still emerge. Such is the charm of feudal superstition.

The strategy of swapping sniper rifles was ostensibly meant to counter the opponents' tactics, but it unexpectedly aided the overall situation quite effectively.

The owner of Wangjiang Tower wore a cold look, maintaining some degree of restraint, yet his attitude inherently carried a superior air—though he merely had pressing matters at hand and lacked the leisure to bicker over trifles.

Second Brother, sheathe your merciless sword and live henceforth as a merciless man. Whether or not you choose to pursue these unfeeling footsteps is entirely up to you.

After all, while the martial arts path offered rapid initial gains in the short term, the Reincarnation Sutra held a much higher ultimate ceiling in the long run.

Xia Wanxin had no choice but to reshoot alongside Xintong. Director Peng called Zhang Fenglan over to coach her on her lines individually several times, and only after confirming everything was flawless did they call action.

"Whether I possess any extraordinary traits or not is hardly something I need to report to you!" Yun Fei replied with a composed expression.

Being continuously breached in the middle lane caused the jungle to fall as well, forcing the top and bottom lanes to play defensively, making it entirely impossible to secure any distinct advantage.

Tyrant roared fiercely, his left palm forward and his right palm back, a surge of vital energy enveloping his entire body. His muscles bulged tightly as he stood poised in sharp vigilance.