Chapter Sixty-One: Entering the Prison

After Ye Feng was handcuffed, Hong Tian, Jiang Chao, and his two henchmen were also restrained. Perhaps because Zheng Qi was a woman, they didn't put handcuffs on her. The man called Brother Zhao glanced at Zheng Qi's parents and said to them, "Since you're elderly, I won't arrest you. Let your daughter come with me for a while. Think carefully about your future; don't always hold the country back."

A short distance away, Shalier suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if he had forgotten something. He frowned and thought hard, only to realize he hadn’t paid for his meal at the restaurant in advance.

“It’s really thanks to Brother Yutao for accompanying me across the northern ice plain; otherwise, I wouldn’t have had such an opportunity,” Huo Yuhao chuckled. His mood was far from good; in fact, he was growing anxious, for he could sense the aura of the modified guards, into whom he had implanted mental imprints, disappearing one by one.

The seven judges were seated right on the competition stage, their seven luxurious chairs already brought up. Zhang Xiaohu, seeing that Wang Yu wasn’t falling for his trap, pressed further, asking how Wang Yu could prove he had done his best.

Now, instead of gaining any advantage, he had provoked a host of powerful clans, hastening his own destruction and ending in utter defeat.

Wang Yu saw the call was from Yang Meiyan. He knew she would probably ask about today’s events, but since he was engrossed in chatting with Zhao Youde, he didn’t answer.

Bai Chengfeng smiled faintly. Seizing Ma Qiansha’s arm, he twisted it back, breaking both of Ma Qiansha’s arms.

“Who you are isn’t defined by whose child you are, or whose blood flows in your veins, but by what you do.” Huo Yuhao extended his hand, and a golden orb of light appeared in his palm.

Hattori Heiji was stunned for a moment, then suddenly, belatedly, recalled something.

There was a loud bang—twice—echoing through the air. The first beast released from the metal cylinder was a giant python shrouded in black mist; the other, a horned, dark-brown giant whose muscles were rough as stone.

With such a legitimate opportunity to beat down the Wolf King, the demon kings all voiced their approval and relished the chance.

Someone once calculated that to retire in a major city in the coming decades, one would need savings of thirty-six point three million, based on a thirty-year period and a six percent inflation rate.

He knew well he couldn’t oppose a nation on his own, but he could use other means. As long as the American Empire had desires, he had a chance.

After more than ten breaths, Gu Huang Houque, Golden Scorpion King, and Mad Poison Ant Queen soared through the air, landing lightning-fast atop a towering rock. Shielding their brows, they gazed into the distance.

“That’s the place!” Guan Heng’s eyes narrowed sharply. Suddenly, the dark green sword light converged and, in an instant, struck straight at the golden man’s heart.

“Yes!” Upon hearing the leader’s command, the other assassins quickly reached for the beast-skin pouches at their waists and scattered insect repellent powder toward the surrounding wolf-tooth demon dragonflies. The powder drifted through the air, instantly causing a dozen or so huge demon dragonflies to shriek and crash to the ground.

Thus, Zhang Guoan always believed that this Song Dynasty still had a touch of humanity, and sometimes, helping others was also helping oneself.

Seeing this, the man grew fearful, quickly reverting to his previous demeanor to continue supporting himself.

Someone banged hard on the iron door again, but the door was so sturdy that even the mighty Da Yan soldiers couldn’t budge it.

Relying on Zhang Yuhu’s support, Qian Peng could still move with difficulty. Knowing the situation was dire, he loaded a new row of bullets into his Mauser pistol and instructed Zhang Yuhu behind him. He carried too many secrets—he absolutely could not fall into the hands of the Japanese puppet army.