Volume One, Chapter 47: Courting Death!

“Are there many people?” the professor asked. Since the other party knew about the police force, they should also be aware of his manpower. If there were too many, he wouldn’t be able to look after them all.

“What are you talking about?” Edward looked utterly confused. He’d just heard the other side ramble on, becoming full of fighting spirit, for reasons he couldn’t fathom.

Leng Ruobing walked ahead, stopping at her tent. She spread out the thin blanket inside. When she took Chenchen from Li Bai, she hadn’t expected Chenchen to suddenly call out “Mom.”

Ye Lansheng handed over the entire pack of cigarettes, along with a cheap lighter of unknown origin.

In the insect nest space, where not a single module for the “Beetle Series” had been crafted, Edward gave these rings due respect.

Today she wore very plain, casual clothes—a long shirt and trousers—to shield herself from ultraviolet rays, and also to ward off any lecherous eyes.

After a series of examinations, nothing organic was found amiss, and there was no damage to her brain. Thus, there was a strong possibility that her memory loss was psychological in origin.

His words were agreeable, but his eyes betrayed a careless indifference. President Li sighed silently, settled in the back of the car, and closed his eyes to rest.

“Qiu Yichen... Chen Yihe...” Watching Ruan Shu’s figure fade into the darkness, the palace master murmured to himself.

In earlier years, she’d had good relationships with the children, but alas... all had been torn apart by broken families,” Lin Manrui sighed.

Yu Mengdie’s eyes filled instantly with surprise! Liu Qingqing gripped Yu Mengdie’s hands tightly, fear etched across her face.

Jiyan, Xiujing, Xiaomin, and Nana were in another car. Today, Xiaomin drove herself to the music show. Her Porsche was just big enough, so they sat over there.

Nie Wei entered the village house. Cao Qin had already given the workers leave. Now, aside from an old worker watching the site, no one else was nearby.

Actually, Wu Song was unaware that gambling houses always operated that way: odds calculated early in the day, so no matter how bets were placed, the house would always win by night’s end.

A sudden jolt! Pan Jinlian’s heart leapt—she was grateful she hadn’t immediately darted out, or the consequences would have been dire.

The sudden turn of events startled Zhushai, who cried out in alarm. Before he could react, his face darkened abruptly, as if he’d fallen back into darkness.

Zhang Youze’s eyes locked onto me until I swallowed the fiery liquor. Only then did he look away, offering a faint smile of satisfaction.

Wu Song watched, entranced. Li Shishi’s sword merged with her movements—a peerless beauty. If anyone dared touch, their hands would surely be severed. When the sword dance ended, Wu Song was drenched in cold sweat.

As he pondered, thinking of the shy Li Qiaonü, he couldn’t help but smile. He pulled a thing from his chest, squeezed it twice, inhaled its subtle fragrance—so soothing that the smell of alcohol faded, quite magical.

Chen Qing was sweating with fright, sneaking glances at the hunters. Fortunately, no one seemed to blame him.

Ling Luoxue bit her silver teeth and endured it. She herself liked milk tea, so she didn’t refuse, heading downstairs to queue.

The Crown Prince hadn't finished speaking when Qi Zhengxiu’s brows furrowed. “Cong Ji, I’m worried that north of the Huai River has already been secretly encircled by the Zhou army. I hadn’t even left Tanggou Ridge that day, yet I was ambushed. The Zhou’s military deployment is definitely substantial—” Qi Zhengxiu, still recovering from his injury, spoke with some difficulty.

Not everyone could, like herself, swallow spirit herbs whole, ready to refine into pills at any time, leaving not a trace of evidence.

Moreover, after burrowing in, they didn’t disappear. Instead, they roamed about, targeting the most vital areas.

Damn, that demon actually accused me of molesting her. These days, it’s tough being a man. No matter how I explain, people will surely believe I’m a ravenous beast.

Lu Dawei was close with Nie Zhongping; the two had secretly discussed several promising projects. Despite the age gap, they got along remarkably well.

Zhao Kuangyi felt a surge of frustration. Huo Zhong had left early. If nothing went wrong, he should have arrived last night, in time. But with this muddled affair, the opportunity was missed for nothing. Zhao Kuangyi walked ahead gloomily, found an inn, and checked in without a word.

Now, hearing that the Inagawa-kai really wouldn’t send anyone, Keiko and Minako’s eyes brimmed with tears. If guests were so disappointed, how could they continue working at this shop?

To be honest, at this moment, Zhang Daguo’s words and actions already amounted to serious misconduct. If someone recorded it and sent it to the prosecutor’s office, he’d be suspended in no time.

“Professor Klopp, how’s the investigation into the Sword Demon’s recovery?” Adelia thought of another crucial point.

Then he said, “Did you see that? This—it sought me out on its own. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”

Having watched Bai Shijing die after years of friendship, if Xiao Feng hadn’t forcibly restrained himself, Song You might have escaped, but only after paying a heavy price.

Ma Dong lounged lazily on the comfortable bed in the presidential suite, enjoying Xie Zhijing’s attentive massage.

Meanwhile, Zhu Ming and Ai Lingrou, after a night of fierce battle, finally returned to their sweet state. Sometimes, a direct approach truly works best.

If you dare harm my friends, I’ll strike at your entire Shadow Clan. Anyone outside, I won’t spare—every last one will be destroyed.