Of course, here is the translation of the title and text (if provided, though only the title/line was given): Your Gu family is just bullying her because she has no one to rely on.

It was another half-hour later when Gu Fangyu, as agreed, appeared in front of an abandoned industrial building.

"Black Tiger?" she asked, looking at the burly, sloppily dressed man in front of her who gave off a distinct vibe of a vagrant.

Similarly, the man was sizing her up as well: "You must be Miss Fang?"

To avoid being discovered, Gu Fangyu had omitted her surname...

"Do you think you're very smart?" Ye Feiyu closed one eye and looked at Mu Yuncheng, asking with a trace of disdain.

"A-Ping, Long Jiu is here. Hang in there, I'll stop the bleeding for you." Flustered, I pulled a tourniquet from my backpack and pressed it hard against his wound. However, A-Ping had been hit by multiple bullets, and the tourniquet was completely useless against the gushing blood.

"Are you going to talk or not!" Although the Emperor-character mask showed no expression, Cao Wuyin's voice made it obvious that his patience had run out.

If I could speak at this moment, I would really love to ask Teng Jiang what the ultimate destiny of the pupil dragon shadow truly was.

The sword light dispersed into tiny specks, drifting like fireflies. The forest returned to silence once more, and the night regained its hazy veil.

"I am also very glad to meet Director Cai!" Lin Zihan knew this was just polite phrasing from Qin Cheng; he probably said something similar to many people.

Wiggling her fingers, the girl with a poor sense of direction slowly opened her eyes. The very first thing she did upon waking was to stare at the bed curtains before her. Gathering her wits, she gently turned her head.

These deeply touching words of the Head of the Tang Family, spoken to shield his own, sounded very moving indeed. Yet Qiao Yanyi felt nothing at all; he was merely putting on a performance for others to hear.

"Demons and righteousness? Which one is demonic, and which one is righteous?" I muttered to myself as I looked down at the statues and coffins below, unable to make up my mind for a moment.

When the assassin Leng passed by the courtyard and caught sight of this young woman, he thought her beauty was unearthly. Especially when she finished washing clothes, holding a wooden basin, and using her delicate hands to wipe the beads of sweat from her brow.

Su Jinniang sneered and said, "You wish to challenge King Chen? Do you even have the qualifications? Take a thrust from my spear first!" With a forceful tremor of the moon-wheel fire-tip spear in her hand, the spearhead vibrated, unleashing a "fire"-shaped character that blazed and flickered like dancing flames, scorching toward the yellow-faced warrior.

Not only that, but an illusion array could never replicate his actual combat experience—such intangible yet hard-won mastery forged in life-or-death battles, how could it ever be copied by mere illusion?

Seeing that there was nothing more to ask, Tang Sai'er waved her hand and ordered Wen Zong to be taken away.

The mobilization work had already been completed back when the main army set out from Anguo County. In the concepts instilled from top to bottom by Liu Hao, the Yellow Turbans were merely vulnerable, weak bandits! So what if the Yellow Turbans before them numbered a hundred thousand strong?

At that moment, the door was knocked upon once more. A man in a black suit with a poker face, looking very much like a bodyguard, reported from the doorway, "President, Commissioner Hua, all the other commissioners have arrived." Having finished his report, the man automatically stepped back and withdrew.

You could say that the entire nation of Greece is controlled from behind the scenes by the Onassis family. For you to say that you would go wipe out the Onassis family and then take over their business empire, isn't that sheer madness?

Qin Dong said in surprise, and Lin Feng fixed his gaze, only to discover the four chained claws of this giant python, furrowing his brows as he spoke.

A dark-faced general, relying on the fact that among the various armies Gao Lan could do nothing to him, shouted loudly, "It was I, Han Fu, who shot the arrow! What can you do about it?" Before his voice had even faded, Gao Lan grabbed a handful of the long mane of the long-haired madman, who instantly flew into a frenzy and charged forward recklessly.

"Hao Zhi!" A chill ran down the back of Didi Witt's neck, and he felt his knees instantly go weak.