Chapter 46: The Panda Has Broken Out?

At the same time, Fang Wenjie saw a few monkeys performing unspeakable acts on a small kitten, and he froze in utter shock.

What on earth was going on? Why was there a kitten in the monkey enclosure? Could a stray cat have wandered in by mistake?

Assuming the staff had not yet noticed the situation, Fang Wenjie immediately picked up some pebbles and threw them at the monkeys, while shouting fiercely at them.

"Hey, scatter! You are not allowed to bully the kitten!"

Squeak, squeak.

"Comrade, thank you for your hard work. I am Xie Lei from the Municipal Committee. Please take me to see Senior Colonel Xiao," Xie Lei said, releasing the left railing.

The waists of these ten Skysong Giants were all tucked with massive greatswords, about four meters long and thirty centimeters wide, exuding a chilling aura. However, Arthur knew that while these weapons were greatswords to him, relative to the towering height of the Skysong Giants, they probably fell into the category of short daggers.

"Hey, hey, wait for me!" Temari cried out in alarm at the sight. Slinging her Triple-Bladed Fan across her back, she took a powerful leap and plunged into the sea, chasing after them.

Amidst the four pillars of golden light, I first caught sight of Silly Tiger roaring within one of them. In another pillar were the fully evolved forms of the Cute-Acting Snake and the Lazy Turtle, intertwined in a manner that brought to mind only one mythical entity—Xuanwu.

Ruixue was not very familiar with Silly Tiger, but I loved Ruixue, and my emotions were shared with the tiger. While it might not love Ruixue itself, its fondness for her was innate.

Seeing that the old man was of such advanced age and still selling newspapers, I figured life could not be easy for him, and I also wanted to catch up on the latest news. So, I bought a copy of the daily newspaper.

Old Ghost Wu marched forward without a single grievance or regret, his resentment surging wave after wave. As I watched him approach that destined moment of impact, a fierce and ruthless look flashed in Old Ghost Wu's eyes, as if he were about to unleash the entirety of his accumulated resentment. Yet I could do nothing, for were we not all striving to protect someone?

The moment Zhang Dan collapsed, Wang Kun reacted, wrapping his left arm around her back to support her balance, while his right hand instantly pushed away the Buddha statue she was holding to prevent it from slamming into her chest, which might have caused her severe chest oppression.

Following that, the opportunists and fence-sitters also chimed in with agreement, because they saw the expression of full approval clearly written on Libidas's face, and thus understood the true origin of the matter.

"Where is Sasuke...?" Uchiha Itachi stepped forward, grabbed Ao by the neck, and hoisted him straight into the air.

Although Qin Yue worked in the medical industry, far removed from the film business, he believed that if he ever made a name for himself and became a prominent figure in the medical world, he might one day have the opportunity to meet Stephen Chow.

However, even if every action were made excessively simple, it could not prove the essence of such matters, because an excess of complications only left one feeling disheartened. Therefore, regardless of whether these actions were driven by genuine intent or mere pretense, all else remained simply a part of human nature.

At this point, only the skeletal framework of the helicopter remained, completely engulfed by roaring, blazing flames. Had the nine of them failed to escape in time, they would have already perished in the sea of fire.

Especially when Drunken Immortal Huang Fei saw Ou Changliu slain by the imperial corpse, he instantly transformed into a sharp sword, charging toward the remaining imperial corpses. The terrifying Sword of the Pseudo-God struck out once again, smashing three imperial corpses into pieces on the spot.

If it hadn't been for Ye Jinglan's grip on her hand being so fiercely tight, she would have truly wanted to shake him off and walk away directly.

Qin Yue could not help but silently give him a mental thumbs-up. In fact, after meeting Wang Jianlin a few times, Qin Yue had always felt that this top billionaire of Hailing City—his eldest brother-in-law—carried the refined and elegant aura of a scholarly businessman, truly distinct from ordinary merchants.

He remembered that before teaching him these arts, his master had recited a few mnemonic rhymes, explaining that anyone who read palms, read faces, or told fortunes outside must master these chants. Without them, one could never survive in this profession, nor would anyone believe what you said; your words had to flow smoothly and persuasively.