Volume One, Chapter 42: Unable to Leave Him...

The brand-new chairman's office was spacious and bright, overlooking half the bustling city. At that moment, two arms suddenly wrapped around Huo Yanshao’s back—Cheng Tang had regained consciousness. Ignoring Tan Yang’s hand, she pushed him aside and desperately clung to Huo Yanshao.

Meanwhile, Zuo An’an had already maneuvered from another direction, intercepting the route Nie Yanfeng had taken. Through the shadows of the trees, she spotted Nie Yanfeng’s figure and lowered her head, tugging down her collar to reveal her most alluring cleavage.

After finishing his buns and soup, Qi Mo, who had intended to rest a while and study Chen Yu, was dragged out of the bun shop by Jiang Wan.

Looking at the towering building, it was clear that only families of means could afford to dine here.

Qi Shi, not actually: “Should I just remove her? As your editor, I still have this bit of authority.”

The two bailiffs in the hall glanced at Yu Ziqian, who was roaring in the court. Although they dared not threaten him with the staff, they were immovable, blocking the way completely.

After speaking, she tossed the mirror onto the table, propped up her legs, and lay on the sofa, gazing at the ceiling in a daze.

She had once entered a company, but the manager’s constant harassment frightened her, and she quit the job.

A seventh-grade, top-tier pill—quite impressive. Yet even after finishing the refining, the Moon Goddess remained uneasy. She always felt that the person before her possessed unfathomable strength, and even if she crafted the Purifying Glazed Pill beyond her usual skill, victory was far from assured.

Not even a feather could float in the shifting sands. Only the eyeless flood dragon could survive there, and slaying one was harder than ascending to heaven.

“Your Highness, you mustn’t! Keeping him is too dangerous—if anything goes wrong, what then?” Shi Mochou pleaded anxiously.

“Why do you care so much? As long as I can defeat you, that’s enough!” Li Qing tossed the talisman and fled at once, not bothering to see how it turned out.

“At least Binglan still doesn’t know.” As long as she remained unaware, he could still be her guardian angel. He comforted himself.

Shi Shuiyue quietly looked down at her stomach, then shook her head decisively.

The rest required no attention from Zixin; with a perfect excuse known throughout the army, Duke Deng personally led the team to apprehend the already identified spies one by one.

Three incarnations in succession—earth, wood, and metal—were all effortlessly neutralized by the opponent. She became cautious, refraining from sending out another avatar, though the lingering force in the surroundings was palpable.

If it were the M99, it would still suffice for helicopter sniping. After all, helicopters aren't stable and might require shooting on the move. If the sniper rifle’s performance is unreliable, mistakes are inevitable. On the battlefield, errors are fatal—Lei Jun would never tolerate such a lapse.

The Emperor and Empress, seeing their son’s remarkable achievements, felt their earlier anxiety replaced by excitement and pride. From the depths of their hearts, they were satisfied and proud of their son.

“Is my taste really so poor? I don’t like handsome men but prefer older gentlemen?” Jiang Wei said this as she looked at Han Jiang.

“Ahem!” Everyone’s faces flushed with an awkward red; the sudden disparity left them unable to react. It felt as if something blocked their chests, a brief moment of suppressed tension.

On that side sat a figure whose posture exuded enchantment—her faintly rosy cheeks carried a trace of allure, while her limpid eyes glimmered with a cold indifference.