Chapter Fifty-Seven: Zheng Qi's Family Affairs

“What? Who is so arrogant?” Jiang Chao was shocked. Was there no law anymore? How shameless could someone be to put another in the hospital and still demand compensation? “Did your father hurt him badly?” Ye Feng pressed for details, wanting to understand why they were being asked for medical expenses. Could it be that her father had beaten the man even more severely? Unlike Jiang Chao, Ye Feng wasn’t about to get worked up just because Zheng Qi’s father was injured…

“What are you confused about?” she sighed helplessly, feeling the pressure of having such a perfect boyfriend.

“Why didn’t you tell me about such a big matter?” Ye Qingcheng hurried to sit by the bedside, reaching out to check Mo Feiluan’s pulse.

Even if I let it slide now, if their family still has any siblings and they take this to court, the property transfer would be void, the house would be reclaimed, and there would be endless lawsuits—it’s all very troublesome.

Xiaoxiao said nothing as Zoro approached the wooden barrel. With a single glance, he picked out the demon blade—Sandai Kitetsu—the very sword that had accompanied him through countless battles with powerful foes at sea, now hidden among a jumble of cheap, blunt blades.

Watching Robin laugh so heartily, Zoro sneered inwardly. When she finally meets Chopper, she’d better not rush forward and cling to him.

Fang Susu ordered an Americano with three packets of sugar. Looking up, she saw Zhan Rou frowning at her.

The Matron of the Qi State Duke’s Mansion had heard something of Lin Shang’s affairs. She restrained her temper and did not vent her anger on Lin Shang, but her patience wore thin with Song Jing, and she interrogated her furiously.

Since Robin was not yet one of Luffy’s crew, Dragon naturally had no special reason to look after her. It was impossible to simply come and go as she pleased.

The first celebrities to appear weren’t very famous, but after waiting half the day, the reporters—despite the lack of big names—still raised their cameras and started filming.

Su Nianxin lifted her chin slightly, looking at the young, spirited faces outside the door. These children were the hope of their sect’s future. Then she saw Ye Ting, his face a mix of joy and sorrow—why was there a bruise on his cheek?

She couldn’t stay long in Yanjing. She had sneaked out this time, and to avoid the Xu family sending someone to cause Meng Fan unnecessary trouble, she could only come and go in haste.

But the Black Dragon and his men refused to yield, responding with a coordinated water attack. In the clash and counterattack, a “curtain of water” suddenly rose between the fronts, cascading like a waterfall from the clouds.

“Mingzhu, these two girls barged in recklessly, and I was just warning them,” the man withdrew his hand. When he saw Dorjiparan’s expression change, a look of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the Southern Wu army, unaware of the trap Lin Yumeng had set, marched right into it. At midnight, a brutal melee broke out between the Northern Route Army of Southern Wu and the magical beasts. Clouds of enticing powder swirled through the air, settling on the soldiers and driving the beasts into a frenzy of attack and savagery.

He Nanxi never quite understood the conversation from beginning to end, but she found Xu Beiguan’s face increasingly familiar, and Zhuo Ling’s address of “Boss Xu” sounded equally so.

“Mr. Xiao! I need to get back to work!” Captain Zhao said, turning to leave. “By the way, I heard you’re on good terms with Director Wei. You might want to apply for a gun permit through him—after all, firearms are prohibited in Huaxia!” It was clear he intended to give Xiao Yunfei a break.

Considering Ye Rong’s wishes, Li Sheng had no choice but to let Huayi and Lvzhi ride in the rear sedan. Ye Rong ignored him, merely lifting a curtain with one hand to look outside the window.

Teachers now found themselves in an awkward place—not only were their salaries low, but even the slightest strictness was frowned upon.

“Hmph, Grand Protector, if you’re still alive, how could I bear to die? If I must die, I’ll drag you down to hell with me!” Feng Pingsheng shouted. The two clearly had a long-standing acquaintance.