Volume 1, Chapter 62: The Giant Turtle

The child they were looking for?

Wang Dachu and his companion froze. They had been living too comfortably lately, almost forgetting that when they had first arrived, their intention was to find Chacha, return to their world, and then sell her to the master of the Li family as a child bride.

Hearing this news out of the blue, the two men felt a momentary daze.

The man said nothing more. After having their arms set back into place, he rose and left.

Leaving behind three disheveled figures, gasping for breath in the wake of a narrow escape.

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"Du Meng! Get ready!" Liansheng shouted softly. Du Meng snapped back to reality, seeing that this space had already overlapped with the void, illusory and ethereal, making it hard to discern truth from falsehood.

Baili Zhi, suddenly liberated, swung his right fist at the same time while thrusting a long spear made of special material straight ahead, aiming to preempt any attack on Yang Chong.

After turning it over in his mind and finding not a shred of a clue, Ruoli flung herself onto the bed of flowers in sheer frustration, roughing up Fuqi.

Luo Li did not know the situation, but having received a definite affirmation from Brother Hong Hao, she felt exceptionally satisfied.

Su Yi recounted everything completely to Lin Xiao, including the previous Seven Kills Gang and their prior connections.

The middle ninja shook his head faintly: "Remember, we are merely subordinates of Lord Tokugawa." The implication was that anyone else's face or favor was utterly inconsequential, and theirs were no exception.

However, Zejin was full of confidence in himself. He spun around instantly, and several brilliant spells erupted from the red sun, striking Garen behind him.

With this thought, a glance told Yang Chong what old Isu had been up to. Aside from the three traps already activated and the newly excavated pits around, more than a dozen massive traps had materialized in the surroundings.

After Ruoli and the others departed, Meng Po suddenly halted her work, pressing both hands tightly against her chest in excruciating agony, as if her heart were being violently carved out of her body, a bone-gnawing torment.

For some reason, Maki Nishikino felt that Sonoda Kazusa was giving her a profound sense of foreboding at this moment, as if she might completely vanish from before her eyes if she wasn't careful, disappearing from the fabric of her life.

Looking at Li Guo's pain-distorted face, Li Laiheng bit his lip as if wanting to say something more, but seeing Gao Yigong beside him shake his head, he signaled Li Laiheng to say no more.

The moment he saw Liu Shisan pull out three hundred thousand just like that, Nose Li felt his heart skip a beat. The initial cloud of suspicion instantly vanished into thin air, and he immediately instructed his brothers to help Liu Shisan withdraw the money.

First, to be promoted to the captain tier, one's martial arts cultivation must be above the Grandmaster level; this was a hard prerequisite.

Zhu Hengjia was thoroughly terrified by the successive waves of explosions. He dared not imagine what would happen if a landmine suddenly detonated beneath him. At this thought, he shuddered with dread and no longer urged Yan Tianfeng to advance—safety came first, after all.

The spy headquarters would periodically dispatch some newcomers to the streets for practical experience rather than letting them hole up in offices all the time. The chaotic streets of Shanghai were the ultimate training ground for novices.

Undeniably, setting aside the Ziyang she cared so deeply about, and setting aside his identity as the young master and heir of the Dragon family, the undisputed overlords of Qingfeng Town, he truly was her ideal match. However, "if" was merely "if," and in this world, there were no "ifs."

Following the voice, Su Mengyao whipped her head around to see a handsome man clad in a purple python robe. At this moment, the man was smiling at her.

"Western medicine can't cure him; I am using traditional Chinese medicine," Lin Xiao shrugged, speaking as if it were a matter of minor consequence.

Mo Tong no longer cared about such things. For Wuji, Mo Tong had no regrets and harbor no resentment. She was willing to sacrifice her life, so why would she begrudge her cultivation base?

Reflecting on the years spent knowing Cao Cao, although interactions had become less frequent over the past two years, their friendship remained profound.

"Look at you! And you said nothing was wrong—just look at how much pain you're in!" Ling Ruoyan shot Buse a reproachful glance, chiding him.