Chapter 136: Visiting the Office

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Ye Feng hummed a tune as he drove toward You Yue’s company, confident that as long as he stayed away, she would keep waiting for him. He pulled his car smoothly into a parking space beneath the office building and walked inside with a cheerful stride. To his surprise, the two beautiful receptionists had not yet clocked out. Ye Feng gave them a casual nod and headed straight for the elevators, knowing exactly which floor You Yue was on and sparing himself the need to waste time at the front desk. At that moment, the two receptionists looked...

Thompson stood stunned, utterly bewildered. He had painstakingly compiled this report, convinced that his arguments were concise, his data accurate, and his technical proposals feasible. He had intended it to be his stepping stone to a promotion, never imagining that his boss wouldn't even deign to glance at it.

Chen Langya appeared slowly behind An Conglin with a playful smile, then began walking toward Yamaguchi Shaofu, Longze Luola, and the others.

"In my opinion, this incident is nine times out of ten an act of revenge. I will head to Fengming, and you must notify Huang Xing to keep a constant watch on internet activity. Every single detail must be reported!" Fang Guokun commanded.

Tiansheng, having been sucked into the mouth of the Black Dragon, eventually gave up resisting the onslaught of seawater. He allowed the surging currents to propel him, rolling along like a sphere until he finally entered the dragon's belly, though even there, he was surrounded by nothing but water.

For a moment, no one in the Punishment Hall dared to speak. Yet, once Yue Wan uttered those words, combined with the events of the day, the crowd could not help but believe her, at least in part. Perhaps it is simply human nature to be drawn to such intrigue; most people are predisposed to believe in dark conspiracies.

With no other choice, the two gathered the object and prepared to face reality. Zhang Zhenmin accidentally triggered the machine again and let out a long sigh of relief when, to his surprise, it began to function perfectly once more.

In an instant, the Black Tortoise transformed into countless plates, attaching themselves one by one to my armor. Pentagonal scales rose from the surface, each piece shimmering with the luster of a diamond. A ferocious visage protruded from the center of my chest, making my entire ensemble resemble the armored heroes seen on television.

Watching his wife collapse onto the bed in floods of tears, Lu Dingfeng found himself paralyzed by indecision, at a loss for what to do. He sat on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another in brooding silence.

As the head of the R&D department, Grove’s self-deprecating remarks were blunt, leaving his subordinates feeling profoundly awkward.

"A hundred times more expensive..." Hearing this, Ye Xuan nearly spat blood. To think that Tushan engaged in racial discrimination—they really knew how to make money.

Regardless of his motives, given Huangfu Yu’s status, it was impossible for him to change the terms at such a critical juncture.

The medicinal power stored within its body suddenly lost all restraint, beginning to expand and diffuse uncontrollably.

After all, the facts were clear. In this day and age, the six major sects were focused only on self-preservation, cowering in fear of the Yuan Dynasty and terrified of inviting catastrophe. For many years, it had indeed been the Ming Cult inciting the common people to revolt; only the Ming Cult dared to openly raise the banner of rebellion against the Yuan.

Now that she was using her own spiritual medicine to trade for Heavenly Emperor Stones in the City of Techniques, it was, for the City Lord of Techniques, a stroke of pure good fortune.

Fang Yuyan showed no mercy the moment he struck. He had no time to waste on this man; the earlier shout had likely alerted others, and he knew he could not linger. If he were to attract the city guards, it would be a catastrophic loss.

The Qi family had changed entirely. The moment she and her uncle, Qi You, returned to the family estate, she realized that this was no longer the Qi family she once knew.

Mo Qi assumed a solemn expression. Despite the Ni brothers' constant lack of seriousness, they were, after all, old monsters who had lived for over a thousand years.