Chapter 147: The Laba Festival

Tian Meixue had not expected such intense hostility from the other party. She had originally intended to smooth things over, but it seemed there was no need for that now.

"You were the one who sent Chen Li, weren't you?"

Li Qingyun arched an eyebrow. Chen Li had acted quite quickly. She wondered if he had already secured the money, or perhaps both the money and the person. She found herself truly looking forward to the outcome.

Seeing Li Qingyun’s reaction, Tian Meixue realized at once that she had been played by this woman.

"What is it? Are you saying that while the high officials may commit arson, the common people are forbidden from even lighting a lamp? When you incited Chen Li, did you never consider that you might face retribution yourself?"

"Patriarch, the Ling family has gone too far in their bullying. We must attack them now; we cannot allow Ling Aotian to live in comfort. He murdered a direct descendant of our Situ family, and we must demand an explanation from his house!" another powerful Spirit Gathering stage expert of the Situ family, Situ Aoran, spoke with cold, venomous intent.

The arrival of the police caused the two factions, previously locked in a fierce skirmish, to immediately cool down. They retreated from their respective battlefronts one after another.

Wu Tianchi and Wu Chang’s expressions shifted violently. Their bodies suddenly soared into the air, attempting to flee toward the horizon.

Due to certain cross-strait political tensions last year, economic and trade exchanges had become somewhat strained. However, the strong complementary nature of the two economies ensured that their interaction grew ever closer—a reality that could not be thwarted by the whims of a few individuals.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Feng went to the washroom to freshen up. After all, he had been working continuously since stepping off the plane, without a moment to attend to his own needs.

Whether it was the projection of battle aura, the hardening of aura like steel, or its manifestation as blades, each advancement represented a qualitative leap, yet this time felt different from the previous ones.

With a roar, a thick, vibrant green energy surged from Chen Fan’s palms. Like two massive green dragons, the energy clawed and lunged, hurtling toward the hundreds of Bi family experts.

It was akin to a movie by Zhang Yimou or Feng Xiaogang lacking guest stars; the call would be answered by all, with many celebrities showing up uninvited.

Several of the men lunged at Xia Ya. Some swung their fists directly, while others simply opened their arms, attempting to tackle him.

Furthermore, since the area possessed no resources vital to the national economy or the people's livelihood, it was considered a region of little value.

Hanging up the phone, he realized he was not far from the Green View Villas. When the taxi reached the entrance of the villa district, it was stopped by the security guard at the booth, as taxis were prohibited from entering. Qin Feng paid the fare and stepped out, intending to walk in, but he was blocked by the guard at the gatehouse.

The sky within the game began to dim. The sunset had drifted behind distant mountain peaks before anyone noticed, losing its brilliance, as a waning moon and a sky full of stars replaced the heavens.

After the personal guard left, Zeng Guofan sipped his tea twice more before walking into the courtroom alongside several relevant committee members.

A dark shadow streaked by, and the Skeleton General shuddered, stunned. Zhantian’s charge had not disappointed them; it instantly ignited the morale of the remaining twenty-odd players. They gripped their weapons tightly, lunging forward like rabid dogs, as if they had been leashed for years and were finally enjoying a sudden, fierce restoration of their freedom.

"Oh, so you can't even make a personal trip for my sake? You really are heartless; you eat and drink your fill, then just leave," Liang Xinzhi said, her voice filled with grievances.

"Words are useless. If you cannot defeat me, this place shall be your graveyard." Mu Lan Serui had already steeled herself for a kill.

Zhong Yunshuo looked at Deng Zhi, only to see that his gaze remained steady; he did not show the slightest sign of a guilty conscience.

This impoverished Taoist official had once won a few coins gambling. He reflected on how, over the past decade, because he could never afford to offer bribes, he hadn't even earned a half-mark of promotion. Nominally, he was a fourth-rank official, but in reality, he lived less comfortably than those without even a minor ranking.

"Will outsiders say that I am..." Lu Xiang'er looked up at Huo Qingsong’s stubbly chin, wondering in her heart if she truly was such an overbearing person.