Chapter Sixty-Four: The Boss Is Not to Be Provoked

At the same time, Andre and Jamie also stepped forward, taking positions on Lima’s left and right, their stern expressions clearly showing where they stood. At this moment, even the two previously neutral exorcists moved a couple of steps closer to Qin Lun, their wary gazes fixed on Nova. With Baron Albert’s confession, they had no choice but to abandon their neutrality.

A domineering vortex circled Chu Hen, and only then did the crowd clearly see the form of that black shadow blade—a talismanic divine sword wreathed in a mysterious aura, its blade shimmering with strands of dark green light.

Xu Junzhuo gazed wordlessly at the sky. Forget it, he conceded; the fact that Chi Ruoyun hadn’t hit him today was surely because she was in an exceptionally good mood.

With more followers, Cui Cheng could make even more thorough arrangements. But Jiao Bie insisted the plan be carried out as soon as possible—he truly couldn’t afford to wait any longer.

“Why should I go over there? So you can keep watching me be humiliated? You must be pretty pleased with yourself, aren’t you?” Su Yunuan glared at him with hatred, biting down on her lower lip, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.

Yet just then, a series of broad artillery batteries rose one after another on a high ground behind the Great Wall mountains.

Yang Jiuhua told himself that once inside, he must avenge the Liao soldiers by killing them all.

And on the backs of those ferocious birds and beasts crouched warriors clad in armor and helmets, gripping long spears and sharp swords.

The raging wind made the space around them dim and indistinct; those on the ground—Lou Zhongjun, Bai Qianyu, and the others—were all equally unsettled, but high above, Zi Xiao Yun and the Serpent Lord stood unshaken, as steady and unmoving as Mount Tai.

Led by palace staff, they passed through countless gates before finally reaching their destination.

Before noon, Zhuang Jinrong secretly arrived in the city, made the necessary mechanical arrangements, and then, with a calm heart, dialed the new village chief. The new chief, upon hearing Zhuang’s voice, exchanged pleasantries and reported that the village road had been completed.

The reason he allowed no one to accompany him was that the target Ye Feng intended to kill this time was someone with notable status among the underworld ranks.

At this moment, the expression of The Last One was twisted and grim; half his face had been crushed by Kaba’s giant wave, and without treatment, he was now a horrifying sight, hardly fit to be seen.

Li Yun idly scraped his hand across the wooden table, his gaze casual as he spoke, evidently trying to divert Li Zhuo’s attention.

Both new parents realized their conversation sounded a bit silly, but they held each other, happily discussing these matters until the sound of the watchman’s rattle outside finally brought their chatter to an end.

Now, more than a dozen companies under Abraham’s name were in the capable hands of Cynthia Abraham, who managed them with order and prosperity.

Seeing the two heavy, bulging festival gifts, the elderly couple couldn’t stop smiling—not out of greed, but because they were truly happy to see the younger generation so thoughtful and accomplished.

Not to mention a few bodyguards—even with more people, none could hope to stop Ye Feng’s advance.

The sisters shrouded behind the pink gauze were astonished beyond measure; fate’s sudden turn left them with nowhere to hide, so they could only remain where they were.

Hearing this, he nodded slightly, his gaze toward Murong Xiaohan more complex than before.

Zhou Bolang suddenly felt a tragic resolve, recalling the ancient verse: “The wind is bleak at Yi River’s banks, the warrior sets forth never to return.” He had resigned himself to his fate.

This seemingly ordinary inn, hidden in the bustling city, in fact belonged to the Breaking Seal Manor far in the Northern Wastes.

Forgetful Intoxication and Flowing Purity Grass, after special processing and blending, could become several different poisons with entirely distinct effects. If poisoned by them, only the maker could cure the victim—otherwise, no one could.

But the Thousand Emperor was, after all, the Thousand Emperor. However difficult the situation, he could make an accurate judgment in a heartbeat. Yet, in the end, he was still a step too late.

The sullen fellow kept to himself, continuing to fetch water. “Hey, I’m asking, where’s your farm manager gone?” Old Che knew better than to rush someone so simple-minded and patiently repeated his question.

“You agree, don’t you, Miss Su Jin?” Zhongli Yuxuan squatted down, suddenly pinching Su Jin’s chin so hard it almost shattered.

Falling to the ground, Fan Xueyi began to cough violently, stirring up dust hidden among the fallen leaves. Breathing in the dust made her cough even harder.

For some reason, Yu Feng found the voice oddly familiar, but couldn’t quite recall where he’d heard it before.

The protests of the vampires would find no sympathy from the R County Restoration Army or the Holy Crusaders who had come to their aid. After all, who doesn’t enjoy beating a dog when it’s down?

Those who actually descended to the bottom of the mine made up less than thirty percent of the workforce; more than seventy percent of the miners were colonials. With the continued expansion of the power stations, the coal industry was bound to keep growing. As it stood, coal production could not possibly keep up with the future demand.

“Thank you, everyone.” Fister put away his faint smile and bowed solemnly to those assembled.

“All right, all right, I’ll stop teasing you.” Old Charles winked mischievously, then looked at the cheerful members of the Blue Sky Studio in the hall.

“Tsk, Miss Shen, you should rest. The Desert of Heaven is vast—if we’re to find Mo Bai, we’ll need to conserve our strength.” Mu Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead; the sun-drenched desert was unbearable, and even the shade of the sand dunes was little help against the searing heat.

Guo Chi listened to the report and nodded. It seemed Tian Zhifan, that dog, was still useful. Although he couldn’t defeat Yue Tanxi, he could at least find someone even tougher.

Hearing this, Mao Guoping’s hope utterly collapsed; his eyes rolled back, and without a word, he fainted.