Volume 1, Chapter 62: If All Else Fails, At Least Get a Free Meal Out of It

Aunt Chunxing had been keeping this matter weighing on her mind.

As Yu Nian'an and the others had arranged beforehand to wrap up their work a bit earlier in the afternoon, seeing that the time was about right, they prepared to say their goodbyes and leave first.

He took out his phone and saw it was a call from the factory director of yesterday. It seemed the results were out, and he was calling precisely to inform him of the outcome.

The demon also spun around swiftly, using the blade in his hand to entangle the nine-section whip, preventing it from touching his body.

Only then did they realize they were suppressed by the overwhelming pressure of the One-Eyed Immortal King, unable to move a single step away.

"What the heck do you think I invited you here for? Did you buy tickets or something? You come to watch us fight like it's a show, yet you still find fault with this and that?" Kong Mufeng, already in a bad mood from being woken up, completely blew his top after hearing what the big fellow said.

Three days later, he learned from Zhan Yi that Zhan Di was in Dongjun and told his master not to worry, explaining that the Prince had assigned him a task and there was simply no time to send a message back.

"Well, actually, what I want to say is that even if goodwill fails, business can still be done." Wang Miao held the destiny fruit in his hand and murmured.

Meanwhile, in the Hall of Offerings, a soul tablet bearing the name Wei Yang shattered. All soul tablets were arranged according to strength, and Wei Yang's name was situated in the very bottom row.

Yet he kept his gaze locked intently on her, not giving her a single moment of slack, fearing she might vanish in the very next second.

After settling down here, Wang Taiyi began pondering ways to make money. After all, he could not stay in the Sea of Desolation forever; aside from cleansing his mortal heart here, he needed to venture out and figure out where this place truly was, all of which required silver.

Nan Feirong had also temporarily left his side. The share disputes of Tianyan Corporation had not yet been completely resolved, and he needed to find an agent to finish handling them. The malevolent ghosts under his command were completely clueless about business, whereas Du Youmeng had quite a bit of experience, so this heavy burden naturally fell upon her shoulders.

"She's even calling him Big Brother now?" Hearing Jin Sanmei's affectionate address, the fat man muttered to himself from the side.

Li Shuanzhu currently needed a favor from Lin Fei, hoping Lin Fei could fish Li Daniu out of the police station. Therefore, if Lin Fei proposed that Li Shuanzhu help search for the pear blossom vine, the other party would undoubtedly agree. However, doing it that way would feel much more like a transaction.

As it turned out, this taxi driver did not drive a cab because he lacked money. He was a local who had acquired several apartments through demolition compensation, and properties in the capital happened to be the most valuable. Thus, his total assets were worth hundreds of millions, and he collected over a million in rent every month. The only reason he drove a taxi to pick up passengers was simply out of boredom.

Xiao Fei's figure flashed in mid-air, instantly soaring out of the crushing range of the giant sphere. Given the ultimate speed of the Somersault Cloud—where a single leap covers one hundred and eight thousand miles—how could the descent speed of the sphere possibly compare?

In an instant, Liu Batian, who had just managed to stand up, slumped back down onto the ground with despair filling his eyes.

With a soft, muffled sound, the leader of the Prison Void Sect let out a chuckle. Hearing such words and still in the mood for play, since the person before him was determined to seek death, he would gladly grant his wish.

The three of them chatted just like good friends, while Xiao Fei merely held their hands without making any further overstepping gestures. Afterward, they headed to the Xinyuan Cafe, where the two of them ordered coffee as usual. However, unlike Tang Yuchen and Dongfang Mingyue, the two sisters did not snap their fingers when calling the waiter.

The outer pillboxes and bunkers had all been thoroughly cleared out. Not a single enemy soldier inside dared to resist, as they understood that encountering the Communist forces meant only one thing—rapidly discarding their weapons and raising their hands high was the only way to survive. Besides, the Communist forces practiced a policy of lenient treatment toward captives, not only refraining from beating or scolding them but even providing them with travel expenses. Who wouldn't jump at such a wonderful opportunity?