Chapter 45: Gu Hanchen Notices Something

"Aunt Lan." Just as Aunt Lan finished soothing Gu Fangyu and stepped out, she caught sight of Madam Gu standing right at the door.

Clearly, Madam Gu had been waiting there for a while.

Startled, she instinctively glanced around, wondering to herself whether Madam Gu had crossed paths with the eldest young master on her way here.

Madam Gu quietly observed her expression, taking in that subtle flash of a guilty conscience: ...

Prince Simon had no idea what Yang Yi was thinking, nor did he dare to ask too much. He respectfully agreed and turned to leave. Once Prince Simon was gone, Yang Yi picked up his coffee cup and walked over to the window, pondering deeply over the matter of Prince Simon's wedding. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that holding this wedding was entirely necessary.

"Bro, this move of yours is brilliant!" the Bull Demon exclaimed excitedly from the side, as if he had just discovered a new continent.

After the meal, Liu Gang insisted on washing the dishes. As night fell, Han Yixiao went out, returning shortly after driving a car.

A sizzling sound arose. Initially, whenever the red mist was struck by the light, it would instantly thin out quite a bit, requiring some time to recover. However, as time went on, every time the red mist was illuminated, it could recover instantly, as if completely unharmed.

Though he looked respectable enough, whenever he had to deal with problems, he only knew how to throw money at them. No wonder those delinquent kids were so arrogant; with families rolling in cash, they figured their parents could always bail them out, and the worst-case scenario would just be paying a bit of money.

When the flashes of thunder dissipated, Emperor Ziwei was seen with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his face as crimson as blood. Even his protective divine light had vanished, a testament to the terrifying might of the Chaos Divine Thunder.

"Let's make a push for the win." Seeing Li Yuanfang fall, Bai Yu immediately cleared the minion wave and converged on the middle lane. The opponents now only had Li Xin, Han Xin, and the Bull Demon King left, so victory was within our grasp.

With five thousand infantry plus three hundred elite archers, dealing with eight hundred flustered defending troops should logically have been a complete stomp. Yet the moment their infantry clashed, the flagless soldiers fell like cut wheat.

More importantly, the new ADC had been sent over by the very Demon King whom Wu Hao had framed. Wasn't this a blatant slap to the face?

At this moment, Longji was panicked and flustered. Failing to dodge in time, she was struck squarely in the center of her face by the Universe Ring. Her brains instantly splattered, her life was snuffed out, and a wisp of her true spirit flew toward the List of Creation Gods.

But if he told her, wouldn't that be a disguised invitation? Besides, on a night like this, it was hardly suitable to discuss such ambiguous topics.

He hadn't lost very much, nor did he care about losing, because he had been invited by the two individuals beside him. They had promised that no matter how much he lost, it wouldn't come out of his pocket, and they would still pay him a million in commission, while any winnings would belong entirely to him.

Yet within these two and a half years, perhaps the entire ninja world would undergo earth-shattering changes.

"It seems your young master has already abandoned you. How truly heartless, considering how many times you jumped out to take bullets for him. In truth, you are simply worthless. Mr. Jin is truly brilliant, isn't he?" Dule smiled as he looked toward Jin.

Someone was still wearing a panda-hooded one-piece pajama set with a strong contrast-cuteness effect, rubbing their eyes. Upon seeing Lin Huan approach, they immediately shrank back a step in fright, their expression filled with dread and horror, as if they were living through a living hell.

Soon, with their backs to the six people, figures walked out from both the eastern and western sides of the corridor. As they reached the front courtyard, Young Master Lin, Qin Song, and Beigong Yue grew increasingly tense, to the point where faint beads of cold sweat began to squeeze out of their palms.

Although there was little light inside the room, the view outside the window was quite bright, preventing it from feeling completely pitch-black.

Their objective was to assassinate Lin Ruo, but the commotion earlier had been too loud, drawing the patrol guards and forcing them into a hasty retreat.

Coincidentally, barbecue was precisely that kind of roguish cuisine—no matter where it went, it could seamlessly blend in, and it was exceptionally popular.