Chapter Thirty-Three: Connections

Leaving the hotel, Yan Ming hastened without pause toward the park. Along the way, he kept replaying Yu Weiran’s words in his mind. In truth, he had been able to accept everything said before, until he saw the thirty thousand yuan and heard Yu Weiran’s statement that struck straight to his heart. At that moment, he felt genuinely shaken.

He shook his head vigorously, knowing well that this was all part of Yu Weiran’s scheme. Regardless, he had successfully obtained the money—thirty thousand yuan—and his initial objective was achieved. Matters concerning Yu Weiran could be dealt with later.

Yan Ming had his own goals to accomplish and would not be easily swayed by Yu Weiran.

Next, his second objective was to eliminate the eccentric and intercept the funds meant for Sister Hua.

His third objective involved using that single strand of hair to...

“The Fire Phoenix visits the city every few hours, causing disturbances. It circles several times over this area before flying back to the forest west of the city, where it calls out through the night. Though occasionally, like now, it remains quiet.” As the city lord spoke, the arranged carriage arrived. After Xiangxiang boarded, he continued.

“Don’t exaggerate. Since when has this matter concerned Shanghai District One and other telecom districts?” Xia Xin pursed her lips, unconvinced.

At that moment, Feng Qingcheng was startled and turned to look, indeed spotting the man who had fled in embarrassment not long ago.

However, in his memory, the only internet café in town rarely saw Nie Dong’s figure.

“Your life? What is your life worth? Can it compare to a single life of Dongfang Ningxin? Demon god, you take yourself far too seriously. I hold no regard for your life,” Qian Ye said arrogantly, and he certainly had the confidence to back it up.

“Oh, it’s just a hastily composed doggerel; why are you so intoxicated by it?” Qin Yifeng’s words betrayed his true feelings.

It turned out these pigs needed to expel toxins, and when they excreted their feces laden with poison, it was both pungent and foul.

If Dongfang Ningxin’s intuition was correct, a great battle awaited them once they left this place.

Zhang Li thought to herself: This fellow probably has never been here before, so he’s unfamiliar with the local dishes. Looks like I’ll have to order for him.

Occasionally, passing patrols tried to join in, but seeing a soldier guarding the spot, they dared not approach.

The next day, news of the South China Alliance spread throughout Huaxia. Major powers learned of it and were secretly astonished, sensing trouble ahead. Jiang Feng was no mere fanatical devotee; while the fanatics were willing to share South China, Jiang Feng clearly sought to monopolize power. Having seized control so quickly, greater turmoil was likely to arise in the future.

“Stop overthinking. Just cultivate patiently. Zhang Tian has been gone so long—why hasn’t he returned? He wouldn’t have gone hunting on his own, would he?” Wang Fei was starving, his stomach growling loudly.

This was also why even the most elite warriors generally avoided facing a hail of bullets.

Gao Wen and Gareth stared blankly at the Dragon Flame burning inside the Blood Cup, unsure of what to do. At that moment, the Demon Suppression Ring flew toward Gao Wen with a clear target—to trap and kill him. Gao Wen, focused on the Blood Cup, failed to notice the ring locking onto him.

Jiang Feng had just lifted his foot to act, but seeing this, he froze—damn, that foreigner nearly had a heart attack.

Ling Huang and Xuan Qing, upon seeing Zhuang Jian arrive, were equally overjoyed. They had not encountered the Gluttonous Spirit’s soul in that passageway; only a sudden, overwhelming force had distorted their spiritual energy, transporting them here.

“Though I don’t have a driver’s license, I can still drive.” Qin Zhao had never obtained a license, but with his racing experience, driving was no problem at all.

Especially after the empire’s future crown prince, Yan Nanfei, took command of the army, the morale of the three forces soared. Wherever the Yan banner appeared, victory followed without fail.

The bombing lasted only a few minutes before ceasing. The aerial formations vanished without a trace, but the cries from the earth and the scattered ruins bore silent testimony to the fierce battle that had transpired.