Chapter Nineteen: Victory Assured
8 P.M., Red Spider Lily Bar.
Yin Nian had already been waiting for over an hour. She came as soon as she received Yan Ming’s call. At last, Yan Ming arrived, looking disheveled and exhausted, his face streaked with mud—or whatever it was—so much so it resembled a painted mask.
After sitting down, Yan Ming ordered two drinks. He downed the first glass in one gulp and drank half of the second.
Yin Nian handed him a wet wipe. “You’ve got mud on your face, clean it off.”
Yan Ming took the wipe and scrubbed at his face carelessly. “Yin Nian, we need to adjust the direction of our investigation.”
Yin Nian’s brows twitched. “What happened?”
“You are—” Hearing Tang Tianyang’s words, the expressions on the two hundred royal guards turned sly and lewd; voices of contempt rose among them.
Previously, Nie Yun had thought that plants with higher spiritual energy were shaped by the forces of heaven and earth—masterpieces, as far as bonsai were concerned.
“No matter how sound the theory, there are always problems in practice,” Lu Huitian answered after a brief silence.
Lei Mingjun nearly coughed up blood. Since joining the equipment support team, it was the first time anyone had dared to call him ‘greedy’ to his face. Was Sun Zesheng fearless out of ignorance, or simply so foolish as to be unaware of danger? Did he really think Lei Mingjun was some harmless pushover?
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No one knew how much time had passed. Silence and chill filled the space; heavy breathing and cries echoed in their ears. The remaining few demons were besieged and surrounded by frenzied humans.
Yun Xuan and Chu Tianhao arrived last. As the host, Chu Tianhao’s absence meant no one dared touch the tempting dishes on the table until he appeared.
“Maybe we should skip tonight’s fan meeting and pick another day,” Yun Xuan suggested, unwilling to give up.
Strangely, Nie Yun, Tian Tian’s brother-in-law, did not attend the wedding.
It was only a sprain, not the tendon and bone tear Nie Yun had suffered before, nor the severe genetic cancer like Old Tian’s, so it didn’t require much spiritual energy to heal. Soon, Tian Tian’s ankle was completely recovered.
Jian Ke looked at her, usually so clever, now failing at a critical moment, at a loss for words.
“What happened?” Si Yufan’s voice sounded from upstairs. Awakened by the commotion, he hurried down, wearing only sleep shorts, his upper body and feet bare.
The two hundred blade squads sent earlier had returned, but the four hundred elite soldiers were not with them.
Ye Chenxing had helped Sun Wukong mostly because he liked Journey to the West in his previous life, and besides, it was just a small favor to him.
Seraph, Li Chunyang, the Unrivaled Sword Ancestor—all were in the villa’s living room, anxiously waiting, none resting.
“Your father is undertaking something important. In time, you’ll understand,” Zhao Hui said.
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Seeing her turn and leave, Lan Qin instinctively followed, watching her proud silhouette with longing eyes.
Now, she was like a hedgehog stripped of its spikes, pain radiating from every inch, unable even to hide her wounds.
Yet, since she had a child, she would not abort it—not only because the child was her flesh and blood, but also because she was a doctor. Her professional ethics and integrity would never allow her to forsake her own child.
“Chen Jingyi, don’t try my patience!” Lei Shaochen growled, each word bitten out.
Jingyi thought for a moment and sent Du Rufeng another message: We can give you everything you want, but first, I need to make sure the children are safe. Can you prove that to us?
Mi Yiqing blushed at his words, but couldn’t find a suitable reply, so she just stood there, dazed.
Yan Lan, as someone with a ridiculously low laughter threshold—a member of the ‘laughing clan’—naturally gave face by laughing heartily. Bai Muxue pretended to be angry, pouting her watery lips, adorable as ever.