Chapter Thirty-Three: Are You Testing My Self-Control?

In the evening, after school, Ye Feng greeted Xia Ling and Man Yunyun before heading to the hotel designated by Hong Tian. Hong Tian, along with the others, merely exchanged words of gratitude; with Ye Feng backing him, Hong Tian’s influence had grown considerably. Scar, who used to cause trouble frequently, had also become much more subdued. After all, with someone even more formidable than anyone on the assassin’s list as the boss, no one dared provoke him lightly. However, the “Three Young Masters” remained unaware of Hong Tian’s rise in power.

Mutou Yukita felt a sharp, searing pain, as if something had pierced through his body. He looked down to find a hole, as thick as an arm, in his abdomen. Blood gushed out, splattering across the ground and painting it with crimson blossoms.

Lei Zhan had no time to react before a soft, delicate body threw itself into his arms, filling his senses with a faint, lingering fragrance.

Nevertheless, Huzi dared not comment on or speculate about Su Yang’s methods; he well knew that for a super-rich heir like Su Yang, ten thousand yuan was nothing at all.

All those present were deeply shocked; they had never before witnessed such an extraordinary event.

“Hehehehe.” The Moon Dragon who was pulled over simply giggled foolishly, paying no heed to Xun Xiao’s instructions.

As the struggle dragged on, a sudden flash of white light streaked across the night sky above North City, flickering several times before speeding directly in their direction.

Mo Mo stared unblinkingly at the doorway. The bat hanging upside down there was nearly half as tall as a person; she could even make out the bite marks on its neck. It was Na Ze—she had finally found him. Mo Mo reached out toward him, tears that had long threatened to fall finally streaming down her face.

With so many benefits laid out, only a fool would object. Including Tian Sheng, everyone was beside themselves with excitement and had no dissenting opinions.

Wolves’ fear of fire was rooted in their very instincts, as fundamental and inescapable as the need to eat and nurse. So, when faced with the towering wall of flames enclosing them, all the wolves, even the golden wolf, shrank back, howling mournfully at the raging fire, utterly drained of all their strength.

The guest seat was in Row 5, Seat 14. Gu Zhou handed the invitation to Xu Ke, who slipped it into her bag and headed to the back to find her own seat among the staff section. Gu Zhou, meanwhile, edged sideways down the narrow aisle of Row 5 to his designated spot.

Hearing these words was simply laughable—could someone truly speak with such unblushing self-assurance?

Chen Hansheng spoke ambiguously, but Cai Cong merely squinted his eyes and let the matter drop. He couldn’t fathom how, with a rebellion underway, Old Li could remain so composed—perhaps it was all just a game to him.

“I’ll call him right now! I’ll tell him to delete the post immediately!” Mu Yi hurriedly grabbed her phone.

But this was sufficient; after all, the combined exhaust from the four specially made metal canisters was almost equivalent to that of four regular gas tanks.

In recent days, listening to Shi Meng’s tales, he learned that there was a Taoist priest named Red Moon in Dream Seeker Garden—his very own savior, now held in high esteem in that place.

“Headmaster Chu, I swear there isn’t a shred of falsehood in what I say. There is a record of this in the Empire’s secret archives!” declared the Third Prince, Zhu Kun.

Zhao Yu was about to speak, but Yi Fan gave him a gentle nudge, and he swallowed his words. You Fei looked coldly at Ning Fangxue, as if etching her image indelibly in her mind.

Wu Tianmu’s stride was steady, yet beneath his mask, he couldn’t help the upward curl at the corner of his mouth.

To attract newcomers, a city needs thorough infrastructure and ample living space, encompassing every aspect of daily life. It was precisely this deficiency that kept people away from Yuanwang Town.

“If the Beastman Empire doesn’t have what we need, then we’ll go to the dwarves, to the humans, or even out into the vast sea!” The Beast Emperor faced the four great royal clans, his expression solemn. In the contest for Jiang Hao’s affection, the Beastman Empire had lost—so now it was time to prove they could outdo the elves.