Chen Guizhi Received Her Punishment

Li Qingyun packed eight homemade mixed-grain large steamed buns, four boiled eggs, and a jar of meat paste for him. Knowing that the old man would surely be reluctant to spend money on food during the journey, these items would likely serve as his rations along the way.

Because he was leaving in a hurry, Li Qingyun did not have much else to prepare for him, so she gave Gu Tingzhou some money, asking him to buy some local specialties in Beijing for the old man to take with him when he saw his father off.

At least it would mean his trip to Beijing was not completely empty-handed.

Coming with bags of all sizes and leaving alone—such are parents, always wanting to give the best to their children.

It looked at me in astonishment. A moment later, its face bloomed with a gentle, orchid-like smile, carrying contentment, hope, and boundless tenderness. "Lord Meng, thank you!" It offered a deep, respectful bow.

"Alright, alright. As for your shield, I've already replaced the purple crystal. And these items—handle them however you see fit," Old Jiu said, producing September's former giant shield along with a spatial ring.

At the far eastern end of the village stood three dilapidated old houses. The original owner of these dwellings had long since passed away, and his descendants had moved away as a family to the city, leaving only the lonely old houses standing there, weathering the wind and rain.

The motorcycle rider swerved frantically left and right, attempting to evade the Phaeton's desperate pursuit through sheer agility.

"Haha, I feel like my luck value in the game is maxed out. Who knows, maybe we'll find the items right after finishing this meal with you," Old Jiu joked half-heartedly. To the two of them, it sounded like an attempt at comfort. Yet Long Sixing beside them rolled her eyes wildly at the remark.

The handful of dirt she threw had barely left her hand when a gust of wind blew it off course, so Meng Yijiu did not even bother to dodge. He shifted his gaze back to the still-closed door and ignored her completely.

"All right, all right, I know you mean well, coming all the way from Jiangzhou here to hold a joint tribunal. You must all be starving after talking for so long? Come on, I'll take you to get something delicious." Liu Xinghao's face lost its previous gloomy pallor, breaking into a sunny, magnanimous grin.

The man in the lead was none other than Feng Wei, leader of the Iron Fist Gang. Just as Li Jiang had said, he had already passed the seventh Xuanzun tribulation. Among the powers of the southern coast, the Iron Fist Gang, the Mighty Bear Gang, and the Heavenly Silkworm Gang formed an iron triangle of influence.

"Ming willingly submits to you, praying that your divine bloodline may bless my path to cleaving open the immortal realms!" Ming's respectful voice echoed from within the giant egg—a development Li Jiang had not anticipated.

Observing the two conversing so cordially, Abo's expression shifted slightly. Could it be that the Black Duke truly had no ambitions regarding the leadership of this mission?

As Lin Ming continuously turned his head, the numbers displayed on his electronic glasses shifted incessantly.

Young Master Yue, whose lungs were practically bursting with fury, was the first to pursue them, leaping forward to grapple with her. In a panic, Tang Jun casually grabbed the chair used by the security guard in the sentry booth and swung it down at him.

After weighing his options, he finally devised what he considered a win-win solution: transferring Xu Qian to another branch with better employee performance and overall results, arranging for him to serve as a corporate business assistant, which essentially amounted to a promotion.

He had just accidentally stumbled into a live-stream room and encountered a hilarious streamer. If not for the streamer's positive and proactive attitude, he would have logged off long ago.

Unexpectedly, before his voice even trailed off, the surrounding gazes fixed upon him as though they were looking at a fool.

"That's wonderful. Don't rush back to Beijing just yet. You must stay and drink my wedding wine before you leave," Lin Mingyue warmly invited.

Relying on teachers was of little use; they too feared the Juvenile Protection Law. They were no longer the stern instructors of the past who would directly strike a student's palms for mischief—risking one's livelihood to discipline someone else's child was simply not worth it. Consequently, they would merely offer a perfunctory reprimand or toss the responsibility directly back to the parents.