Chapter 48: Buying People

For the next few days, Xu Kun remained somewhat listless, though fortunately most of his scenes had already been filmed, leaving only a few minor finishing touches.

However, Zhou Anran herself could not tell whether she had no time to think of him because of her busy schedule, or if she deliberately kept herself busy to avoid daring to think of him.

The call went through, and Jing Chunying handed the phone to Xia Mo, watching as her expression grew grave the more she listened.

After officially joining the laboratory, Zhou Anran’s free time was cut in half, and Chen Luobai’s coursework was no lightweight matter either. Yet, whenever he could spare a moment, he would come to the laboratory to pick her up. He rarely came empty-handed, often bringing a stack of food to treat the senior students in the lab under her name.

He had to invest some real capital now; while others might not understand, Li Wu did. It was very likely that within Kato Eagle or the Fuji Society, there was someone else who could also enhance their talents by slaying bosses.

Not only that, but Strong Liquor had also contacted Bloodhoof, acquiring all 158 claws—essentially the dried nails—of the Lich King phantom that the Bloodhoof tribe had hoarded over the years.

A player who had studied detective work suddenly spoke up, staring at that particular player for two whole days with a gaze that felt as though he were looking at a sinner.

Further away stood modern office buildings, undulating and merging into a continuous chain, forming the skyline of the bustling metropolis of Shanghai beneath the leaden gray clouds.

A Lok had taken over four hundred men and failed to snatch him back, and this morning, Tai Po Hei’s top enforcer, Tung Kun, had also led over two hundred men to ambush Tang Leopard, only to fail as well.

With the tens of millions earned from shady businesses previously, plus the recent shorting of Dongyuan Group stocks—after deducting various taxes, commissions, and the five million US dollars paid to Fang Long—he still had over half a billion left. Coupled with the syndicate's dividends during this period, he now had a full six hundred million Hong Kong dollars in his account.

Combined with what the old dowress had said earlier, the death of his biological mother in this lifetime might not be so simple either; it seemed to be connected to Jia Lian’s birth mother.

He required a massive amount of resources, paired with the critical hit system, to even hope of shattering through numerous bottlenecks and grasping that sliver of hope.

That day, upon first seeing Rong Sanyue at the Sheng family residence, with her red lips, white teeth, slender grace, and an air of aloof reserve, she was a sight impossible to look away from.

Although Chi Xinyun had been heavily injured in the previous battle, having taken medicinal pills by now, aside from her left hand which remained empty and had yet to regrow, three to four tenths of her other injuries had already recovered.

Because whether judging by the "Murder Rules for Smart Homes" in Yamamoto Teran’s possession or Yamamoto Teran’s similar method of death, it all pointed to being the work of the same person.

The cultivators nearby looked thrilled, calling out to their respective team members as they walked into the tree hollow one after another.

"Since there is a large number of freshmen this time, they can be divided into nearly three hundred groups, but in the end, only the top one hundred and fifty groups of students will remain. Naturally, this ranking is strictly based on combat points."

With these words, a dense aura of destruction appeared on his outstretched hand, transforming into a massive net in an attempt to capture Sun Wukong.

You will understand it at a glance. Worst case, I can trigger a few dozen times the critical hit and review it a few dozen times; could I still fail to understand?

Chided twice in succession, Li Yang’s brow couldn't help but furrow, yet he did not throw a tantrum or argue with them, simply shifting slightly to the side to clear the path.

"Shut up! Yifang, I’m not dead yet! What are you crying for, go play somewhere else right now!" Though she clearly meant to roar at him, her voice came out weak and feeble, whimpering softly like a mosquito.

A human-skin mask might look terrifying at first glance, but not only does it possess the function of disguise, it can also be used to conceal scars.

The middle-aged man’s gaze darkened slightly before he looked at Bai Lingjue. Upon realizing his identity, he was somewhat surprised, not expecting him to be a first-generation figure from the Ling branch family. The name Bai Lingjue was something he had heard of as well, rumored to have gone missing a millennium ago.

As the daughter of a prestigious family, to eagerly live with a man before marriage naturally gave people something to talk about.

However, after absorbing and devouring the cultivation of the Northern Nether Mysterious Venerable, the clone had leaped into the body of an Immortal Venerable who had comprehended the supreme wondrous path of heaven and earth. Such a concealed array was completely transparent to his powerful divine sense.

Upon hearing that Li Er was going to treat Wang Xingxin right away, Cheng Chumai knocked his head in kowtow and hurriedly rushed out of the palace to inform his father and Qin Qiong.

Yet such an exam question was truly difficult to compose. Enriching the country and enriching the people—Lu Ping let out a long sigh, raising his gaze toward the window. There remained the verdant pine trees and the ground full of yellow leaves, yet everything appeared far more monotonous.

Leaving through the back door of the prince’s mansion, Chu Tianxiang carried Yanxiang on his back for another stretch of road. With quite a distance still remaining to Qingliu Mountain, he contemplated hiring a carriage.

He stood frozen in utter astonishment, experiencing the joyful sentiment of "shade willows and bright flowers amid hills and streams." His handsome face was just like a June sky—cloudy and overcast a moment before, yet instantly clearing into a radiant blue sky.

Feng Jun shook his head, indicating that he still needed to stay here for some time. As for the matter of the escort, he had a middle-stage Nascent Soul expert from the Golden Crow by his side, so he imagined there wouldn't be any major issues.

They had wandered back into this room without him noticing when, standing quietly there, silently gazing at him.

Wang Dong turned his head back to look at them, his gaze filled with both sorrow and pity. No one could tell what exactly was going on in his mind.

"Very well, you rest for a while first. I shall wait here for news from this old scoundrel," Emperor Chongzhen instructed. With that, he resumed pacing back and forth inside the hall.

In truth, the bridal chamber on one's wedding night is seldom as warm and sweet as memory portrays, nor is the glamour nearly as picturesque as one fantasies.

"Of course I know that. Can you get to the point?" Seeing that this lightning-entity appeared quite friendly, Chu Yun’s guard dropped considerably.

The totem artifact of the Death Tribe was on Yantu’s person, and it turned out to be a section of a thigh bone. During the corpse explosion just now, this thigh bone had also injured quite a few people. The bone was pitch-black and covered with dense patterns, which from yet another angle confirmed Du Qianjie’s suspicion.