Chapter 44: Scream Again and I'll Harvest Your Kidneys!

“Of course I’m happy.”

On the phone screen, Qiang Biao smiled, but it was a forced smile that sent chills down one’s spine.

“I’m so damn happy I’m about to go crazy!”

“Hey, Fourth Brother, are you out of your mind? You’re giving one free with every one? Do you really think it’s the end-of-year sales rush? Or are you trying to boost the bosses’ numbers?”

After a torrent of scolding, Fourth Brother shrank his neck and weakly retorted.

“Your Majesty,” Hanshuang greeted softly, lowering her eyelids, her face betraying no emotion.

So when managing the waters, the three had discussed clearing the silt in advance, driving away mosquitoes, and taking preventative measures.

Qin Fengan chuckled, curious about what made Su Feiran so highly regarded.

Yingxiang Temple, originally called Jinglong Temple, was renamed after a jade statue of Laozi, over three feet tall, was found in Wensian Valley, following a dream message from the sage: “I am your distant ancestor, with a likeness over a hundred miles southwest of the capital.”

A vast pool of blood spread across the sprawling Starfall Terrace. The life force field of the Fengdu Star Lord had fallen to a dangerous threshold; he couldn’t afford any more slaps.

Han Mengjie muttered strangely, but suddenly stopped mid-sentence as her mind went blank, exploding with a buzzing sound.

Ultimately, the reason he acted so disrespectfully toward himself just now was entirely justified by the circumstances.

Whether it was Liu Shuzhen and Chen Zhenquan’s previous confrontation or their falling out over Qin Tianci, it all stemmed from Chen Zhenquan undermining her authority in the Ninth Prison.

“When has Ji ever made a mistake?” Ji Wen patted his chest confidently. After all, he had been in office for over half a year and had reduced over a thousand families to ruin—his competence spoke for itself.

Within the dantian, an infinite space, Earth remained peaceful, the moon continued its orderly orbit, and far away from Earth, the sun suddenly blazed with intense heat.

The main terms of the contract stipulated that over five years, Tang Xin would transfer agency rights of the shares to Tang Xiao, with sixty percent of the dividend income going to Tang Xin’s family, and the remaining forty percent belonging to Tang Xiao.

As Qiao Zhengmao drove over, he glanced in the rearview mirror, resolved that once the business was done, he would experience it himself.

“So it’s another Samsung commercial?” Yun Xuan, after hearing Jung Soojung’s explanation, roughly understood the CF’s content—it was just another promotion for Samsung phones, with Yun Xuan and Jung Soojung playing a couple.

After exchanging a few words with Ku Zhi and sending the old monk away, Zhang Tiansong gracefully floated back to his room.

Chen Ping was unsurprised by the news; during his conversation with Xiao Shufei, he had long anticipated this outcome.

Meanwhile, the lively Jung Soojung suddenly fell silent, clearly nervous during her first CF shoot.

At this moment, many mercenaries’ gazes held genuine curiosity. Could the Eighth Lord really have gone to Mingyang City? That place was a godforsaken wasteland; even mercenaries like them avoided it, let alone the supreme Eighth Lord!

They shouted commands, relying on their own will rather than anyone’s control, fighting alongside fierce orcs, formidable tauren, elegant blood elves, and wild trolls.

“Father, I saw him alone and wanted to invite him to our residence. After all, Luotian City treats guests kindly,” Liu Yun said.

However, these two had fully witnessed the series of events from An Ruolie’s killing spirit formation activation and its destruction, to Su Yi’s performance, Fang Xing’s strange behavior, and so on.

This was a mist-shrouded ruin, where scattered starlight flickered within the fog, surrounded by crumbling walls and desolation.