Volume 1, Chapter 46: Wanting to Make Money, Big Money

Zhao Tiantian stared fixedly as Jing Yunxin and her companion vanished into the bustling crowd. Hardening her resolve, she gritted her teeth and ran toward Ling Xiao, taking the coffee from his hands with a sweet, charming smile.

Yet now, during the past few days since Xia Zechen's return, Uncle Zhong had noticed something amiss once again, because Xia Zechen's eyes were suffused with a bloodshot glow, as if he were waiting for someone.

Lin Qiuyong looked at me with profound meaning, the wine glass in his hand rotating slightly as his fingers shifted.

Luo Yiyi did not ask "Is that all right?" as she used to, but instead made the decision on her own, for there was nothing left to hesitate about.

"Be a good girl, I knew you were the best to me! Let me ask you one last question, was the thing on the webpage also done by Jiang Yufei?" Zhang Qiyuan resorted to his old trick, stopping all movement in his hands as he asked Lin Wei.

Then she turned to the second page. After reading for a moment, she found it somewhat strange; it recorded a child's routine from morning till night, such as when they drank milk, when they cried, and when they slept. Yet at the bottom of the page, it was always written: No abnormalities.

But what about you? Why, after I said so many things deliberately to make you angry, did you happen to care about this particular one? Were you just dying for me to give you a reason to leave, to give you a stepping stone to back down?

Watching the people around her grow increasingly agitated, a faint, eerie smile crept up the corner of Xia Anling's mouth.

Although angry, there was nothing that could be done about it. It was our family's holiday, after all; we couldn't very well stop another family from mourning. It was just that Yan Feixiao's mother was crying so piercingly, which utterly ruined the festive mood at home. My mother had pent-up anger from the morning with nowhere to vent, and my dad and I suffered a brutal scolding as a result.

"If Zechen lost everything, but he loved you very much, would you still stay with him?" Bo Mingyi had asked her that day.

Because it had been neglected for a long time, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the interior of the house was even more dilapidated. A thick layer of dust blanketed the tables, chairs, benches, and the floor, while dense spiderwebs hung all over the roof beams.

We did not expend much effort; with the help of the Cobra King and that lecherous old turtle, three male lions agreed to obey my commands. From then on, I became the master of the entire mountain forest.

Just as I had my eyes closed for a few minutes, someone suddenly patted my shoulder. Turning around, I saw a stranger holding a piece of paper.

Seeing me alternate between smiling and looking gloomy, Brother Bo abruptly slapped me on the back and asked if I was all right, wondering why I was acting like a lunatic. Xia Xue, sitting nearby, furrowed her delicate willow-leaf brows and looked at me, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes.

I walked into the casino, where the air was thick with smoke. Many elderly men clutched money in their hands and shouted endlessly, their throats growing hoarse without stopping. Upon hearing the call that all bets were closed and the results revealed, cheers would immediately erupt from some, while others lowered their heads in sighs.

Damn it, I thought this was some kind of Feast at Hong Gate, making me keep my big ice hammer ready.

Looking at these two wolves, I finally understood that they were natural-born enemies; they fought when they were hungry, and they had to fight even when they were full.

I was completely unaware of this matter, and I had no idea whether Wang Yan was telling the truth or just fobbing me off.

After inputting the numbers, the worker carefully checked them multiple times, and only after confirming there were no errors did he present the result to Tang Mengyu.

My gaze narrowed as I looked at the fire poison within Lu Wei's body. Instantly, a thin layer of white mist began to cover those countless microscopic threads of fire poison. Within mere seconds, the crimson red was completely overwritten by snowy white, and its spreading speed came to a halt.

Upon reaching the ground, we attempted to find a way out, because the places we traversed now were entirely identical to that previous space of the doorless gate—everything around us was hard as stone, making it utterly impossible to escape outside. Aside from following the path designed by the old man, we had no other choice at all.

"Freedom! I hate you!" Imbued with the heroic spirit of "The wind blows bleakly, the Yi River is cold; once the hero departs, he returns no more," pitiful me, Zizai, "valiantly" charged toward Yelin's Dragon Strike, though given a choice, I, Zizai, would have loved to turn tail and run away immediately.

President Li's expression was much the same as usual, save for a hint of extra sternness. He uttered, "Come with me!" Li Bai followed him into his office.

Just as everyone rushed to the scene, Xingmeng, with trembling heart, placed an object that looked neither quite like a greatsword nor quite like a staff right before their eyes.

I hadn't paid attention to these city walls before, but looking at them now, they appeared exceedingly eerie. Pitch-black in hue, the walls looked quite magnificent. Presumably, a sandstorm had exposed them, allowing these youths to discover them.

Then that Taoist priest walked over, placed a sack over my head, and my dizziness grew even more intense. After that, I lost consciousness completely.

To be questioned like this by a well-known director made Leng Ruobing extremely nervous. In less no time at all, her face flushed completely red. "N-no," she stammered. Afterward, Leng Ruobing felt utterly mortified. To think she was a proud graduate of the prestigious C University, yet she had never even filmed a decent production; it was truly shameful to speak of.

She did not know how long she had been running, how long she had kept going. It felt as though her feet no longer belonged to her, nor did her body. Li Xiaomai only felt her entire being floating weightlessly, her ears could no longer hear anything, and her vision was completely obscured; she only felt overwhelmingly, bone-wearily exhausted.

It seemed the master had indeed been captured by demons and locked up in some nearby cave. Just as in Zhao Benshan's classic line: The money is definitely ours, it's just a matter of when we go to collect it. Our current situation is: The master is definitely here, it's simply a matter of how we rescue him.

Leng Ruobing made over ten consecutive phone calls, but the other party either claimed they couldn't come or deliberately found excuses to shirk.