Suppressing the North and Displaying Might - Chapter 150: White Hair and Ice Pupils, the Ice Bloodline

Amidst the vast and boundless snow, a mountain piercing straight into the clouds stood quietly in the midst of the blizzard. The four of them standing at the foot of the mountain appeared so minuscule.

"We've finally arrived." Fede flopped down onto the ground. If you said he was tired along this journey, all the luggage was being carried by Li Qiutong; yet if you said he wasn't tired, the way he looked didn't seem feigned at all.

"Useless piece of trash, stop resting, get up quickly, we're starting the climb," Yelena said with extreme dissatisfaction. Look at other people's husbands—along the way, they spoke little, worked hard, and were obedient. Then look at her own fiancé, and Yelena's anger flared up instantly.

"Yelena, can we take it a bit slower? I can barely walk anymore." Fede, who had been pampered since childhood...

Unfortunately, let alone Chen Xiang's salary for a single episode, even Chen Xiang's total earnings wouldn't amount to anything significant in his eyes.

An'an was used to being quite independent in his daily life; even when there was no one at home, he could take good care of himself.

"Miwako! I was just about to look for you!" Miyume Mimoto trotted over eagerly, blocking Midsuki and the other two right as they were about to walk into the Metropolitan Police Department.

There were no guards at the entrance, so she walked through with peace of mind. Reaching the base of the city wall and looking up, she realized that these white walls were entirely piled up with human bones. Whether it was out of fear of terrifying the players or not, things that would induce terror like skulls and palms had been cleared away, leaving only rows of bare, white thigh bones.

"Forensic personnel, expand the search radius; send the corpses to the lab for detailed analysis. The rest of you, stay behind to reorganize the manpower, while the others fall back and stand by for further orders," Midsuki commanded. To put it bluntly, it meant taking back the portion of personnel who couldn't be of any help first.

"This... I wasn't up to anything, just wandering around casually." Sato Miwako scratched her cheek, looking completely guilty.

Seeing Ning Xu acting like a rogue, Su Meng didn't say much, simply pulling Ning Xu's arm and naturally resting her head upon it.

Following a cry of pain, before long, under Xu Fang's exquisite technique, a series of high-pitched sounds echoed within the room.

This provided a face-saving step for both sides. Hua Youlan had no deep ties with Tian Haihua or Shao Jingchuan; it could be said she had always maintained an equidistant relationship with them. In a sense, she was also like Wang Zhengxi—a native cadre born and raised in Changjiang—so her stance could well represent the opinions of all three parties.

After a brief meeting and exchange of greetings, Ma Chao and Ju Shou led the various generals directly into the main camp, where they impatiently began discussing the next strategic moves.

Lacazette, who scored the goal, obviously knew he had good fortune. After celebrating, he pointed both index fingers up at the sky, presumably giving thanks to God.

For a moment, the people in the inn were either whispering to each other in discussion or burying their heads in their meals, most of their words and thoughts revolving around this bounty. Suddenly, the burly man from Yunzhou let out an "oh" of surprise, stretching his neck to look in a certain direction as if he had made a discovery.

With eighty percent of his power, for Xiahou Jin, was already overestimating Yang Tian. Not just in his heart, but even in the minds of everyone seated here, the Foundation Establishment realm and the eighth layer of Qi Condensation were simply not in the same league. It was like a strongman facing a wailing infant; the disparity between them was beyond comparison.

"Bah! Since I've fallen into your hands, do whatever you want with me—kill or carve me up. If your Sixth Master so much as frowns, I'm no true hero!" Liu Zi stiffened his neck and said with utter disdain.

Sun Jian's gaze was calm, and his tone was resolute. As a monarch of a generation, the words he spoke were final. A sovereign does not go back on his word, and there was no room for rebuttal.

Lu Weimin also felt a tinge of emotional stirring inside. Had it not been for this matter, Lu Weimin would never have been willing to take the risk of disrupting his honeymoon period with Tong Yunsong. What he was gambling on was Tong Yunsong's relatively mild temperament and broad-mindedness.

Jin Xi's trust in Yang Tian could no longer be called simple trust; it bordered on worship. In her eyes, Yang Tian was practically omnipotent, so no matter how Yang Tian explained, she simply refused to believe it and stubbornly insisted that those three people had been killed by Yang Tian.