Chapter 64: The Inescapable Responsibility

"This..." The lady's lips trembled slightly as she looked up at the Grand Tutor.
The Grand Tutor closed his eyes, cold sweat beading on his temples.
There was no room left to back out of this matter!
If he were to object right now, the people from the Crown Prince's Mansion would likely flip out instantly and drag their entire household down with them!
At this thought, he swallowed hard with difficulty...

A full sixteen middle-grade spiritual stones, plus over six hundred low-grade spiritual stones. Although it was still a bit short of the twenty-three middle-grade spiritual stones requested as a deposit by Shangguan Tianqi, when Duan Jiuxiao had handed over the deposit to Shangguan Tianqi back then, he had hurled an entire sack of low-grade spiritual stones at him, making his heart bleed.

Large-caliber coastal defense guns have a long range and immense explosive power; they are absolute terrors. A single shell could flatten a mountaintop. Even with a mid-air detonation, the fierce shockwave could shake approaching fighter jets apart, and the countless fragments generated by the blast would undoubtedly shred the aircraft's fuselage.

In the plaza, using a buffet style complemented by numerous barbecue grills and food grilled by themselves, hundreds of Hope Port residents happily tasted the delicacies they had cooked with their own hands. At the same time, they praised and discussed the food they were enjoying, looking at Wang Chen with a sense of respect and adoration that resembled zealous fanatics.

Although the Thousand-Handed and Thousand-Eyed Monster looked extremely horrifying, it actually possessed no offensive capabilities whatsoever. Aside from typing on a keyboard and operating a mouse, its tentacles could also transform directly into data ports to interface instantly with digital equipment.

The surrounding generals chimed in one after another, having personally experienced the brilliance of these methods, and naturally held them in the highest regard.

"Feng Zhu, I heard your nickname is 'Madman'. Do you have the guts to go wild with me?" Zhao Wuji laughed.

Knowing that disaster was unavoidable today, everyone instead lost their fear and calmly looked at the invading perpetrators. Sun Ruhai stepped forward and said coldly, "What do you want? Bring it on!" As he spoke, he assumed a defensive posture.

Of course, this was limited to only a select few. For the majority of the people at the Bai Group, they actually still had no idea what had happened to the corporation.

At this moment, the thunder clouds in the void vanished, and Feng Yi appeared beside Long Aotian and the others, shouting.

There were not many martial artists within a two-mile radius of the fissure—only three: an elderly man over seventy, and two middle-aged men with cold expressions. Seeing Yang Feng approach, the old man fell into deep thought, while the expressions of the two middle-aged men shifted drastically several times, clearly shocked by the realm of Yang Feng's weapon soul.

Yet the event had already occurred; what, then, was the purpose behind the opponent's deliberate and meticulous planning? Where had Ashina Jieshelu been taken? What would happen next? All of this was deeply worrisome.

Upon arriving here, they did not rashly charge inside, not only because this ancient coffin was shrouded in mystery, but more importantly, because this location was a forbidden zone of death with no way out.

The matter had come upon them too suddenly, like walking along flat ground and suddenly stepping into empty air, unexpectedly plunging into an entirely different realm. The person who was smiling and joking just a second before would vanish the moment you turned your head.

Turning back, he set to work on the fish. As for culinary skill, Wu Fan might well be a prodigy of the dark culinary arts, but when it came to knife skills, probably very few orthodox chefs in this world could match him.

After being captured, he had never resented anyone, blaming only his own insufficient strength and his failure to commit suicide in time. Gao Hong subjected him to brutal torture and interrogation, yet he harbored no hatred for Gao Hong either; their stances were simply different, not a matter of personal grievance.

He felt that Ma San was very well-suited to be an accountant, managing his money and the like, even if it was still somewhat a waste of talent. As for the token he sent Ma San to retrieve, it was the token required to withdraw money from the Ghost-Faced Fox.

"You have a blood clot in your brain; as long as the clot is discharged, you can naturally recover." Feeling that her kindness had been met with ingratitude, Jiao Yuzhen pouted and leaned to the side.