Volume One, Chapter 37: Deliver My Letter to Hong Kong, and I Will Set You Free

The Wu father and son never imagined that after trafficking so many women, they would ultimately be brought down by a girl whose name they didn't even know.

The venomous looks in their eyes betrayed a wish to tear Shen Ruzhi into pieces.

Tian Yongjun barked, "Hurry up and go."

Brother Hu suddenly laughed and said, "I've followed Uncle Hua for many years and know him too well. From the moment he asked me to help you, I sensed something was wrong. Uncle Hua never does anything without reason. In the end, I was proven right."

I think perhaps he wanted to take her away, since Nan Chengyao was far from living up to the care expected of him.

"Impossible, it can't be wrong. There's only one explanation... one of you is not human!" Cao Zhi’s eyes shone with conviction, his words absolute. He firmly believed his ancestral teachings could not be mistaken.

Chu Ziheng’s reasoning was so precise that even Chu Haotian was left momentarily speechless. He bitterly regretted handing the position of crown prince to such an ambitious wolf. How could he face his country and his people now?

These human-skin masks were much like the "Mu Yi" mask Yang Jie once had. Once worn, they adhered perfectly to the face. Unless you were intimately familiar with the person, it was nearly impossible to discern their true identity.

"Would she dare? I'm her grandfather! Xiaoxiao will never forget me!" Lin Xiaoxiao’s grandfather declared domineeringly, while her father let out a helpless sigh.

After some inquiry, his suspicions were confirmed. When Meng Gui mocked the long-haired creature, he never expected it would respond without a word—delivering a thorough beating.

Moreover, seeing the chefs roasting crocodile, Lin Feng hatched another plan. It was a rare chance to encounter a wild crocodile, and he intended to show off his skills. Although the chefs seemed competent, they had roasted the crocodile all wrong. That was not how crocodile was meant to be cooked.

When Chu Linghan saw her about to leave from the second floor, he grew anxious and used his qinggong to leap down, blocking Yun Qianluo’s path. This time, having finally found her, he would not let her slip away again.

Lin Jie stood silently aside, staring at Yang Jie, now the focus of attention, his face alternating between red and pale.

Yet his eyes showed not a flicker of emotion, only a weighty intensity. She knew he was waiting for her to beg him.

"They've become zombies, so none of this food is edible now. Even though I'm a zombie, I don't eat people!" Wang Xiujie seemed a little uneasy, afraid his zombie identity might frighten his new teammates. Hu Yingying hadn't awakened any abilities yet and didn’t seem particularly brave.

Qiao Yi clutched her slapped right cheek, her nerves numb for a while. Honestly, if Shi Jiayuan hadn’t arrived just in time, she would have returned that slap.

In the afternoon, Leng Yu gave leave to all the servants in the household. Once everyone was gone, the Prince Yu’s residence was suddenly much quieter.

"Given your state just now, even if he had killed you, you could have done nothing. You should be grateful to him!" At the side, Wusu Ling spoke calmly to Dao Chengping.

Yet in such pure air, the people raised could still be so varied and strange; that kind of ignorant malice was ingrained to the very bone.

After Ye Mingzhi hung up the phone, he pondered, "As for this Chen Hai, whether we offend him or not is beside the point. Huang Qiang and Zhu Hongyu must be dealt with—their backers will get involved. If it really comes to a head, how did things get so complicated?"

The reason he was so nervous was that he truly wasn’t sure if his son would be here. Luo Lan had just said so, and he’d simply gone along with it.