Chapter 33: Yan Ningxi Is Not One of Them

Everyone in the conference room stared straight at Bo Xingjue, as if they were all desperate to hear the answer they had been holding in their hearts.

Bo Xingjue recalled the anomalies he had noticed; specifically, that Yan Ningxi had glanced at his hair several times.

"She truly shows no signs of anything abnormal. On the contrary, her sense of justice is stronger than any of us anticipated. Today, I made an excuse to have her treat me to dinner, intending to test her. I never expected her powers of observation to be so sharp; she actually managed to detect such a subtle..."

"However, don't brush off what I just told you. As for what Yang Zhuoning is thinking right now, perhaps he feels that after you chased him for so long, the fact that you’ve suddenly taken up with that Lu Zining fellow is something he can't accept, so he’s come back to pry into your affairs."

Ye Nanshan felt that the old saying on Earth needed an update: the one riding the white horse isn't necessarily a prince, nor is he necessarily a monk—he might just be a husky.

Thus, Su Mo was already married, and the fact that her husband was Lu Qingze was something Xiao Rong had known for a long time.

Therefore, regardless of the original intention behind the other party’s intervention, it could ultimately be considered a helping hand.

The story Zhong Xiwang told them was exactly the one she had watched in a television drama in her previous life. They became addicted to it, and even though they clearly knew how it would end, they still pestered her to explain the details.

"It’s… it’s alright," Old Chen said, gently shaking his head. The dizzying, splitting headache he had imagined never came; instead, he felt clear-headed and remarkably sharp.

In his previous life, Liu Chen had once overheard an "Evolver" drunkenly mention that the overlords of the apocalypse, while undoubtedly possessing supreme talent and immense luck, owed their terrifying strength to one other crucial factor.

"Mom! Look at her! Is she completely disregarding us?" An Zhenzhen's voice drifted up from downstairs.

Zhong Xiwang ladled another bowl of mung bean soup for her. She initially said she didn't need it, but it wasn't long before she had finished it, too. An uncontrollable hiccup escaped her, leaving her instantly mortified, but once she considered her current predicament, she felt that nothing really mattered anymore.

When Old Man Qi fainted, the stall immediately descended into chaos. Bu Xu promptly caught him in his arms, his cousin rushed over to press on the old man's philtrum, and Yuan Hao immediately dialed for an ambulance.

"What do I have to talk to you about? You don't understand my business, and I don't understand yours. We have nothing in common, and I'm in a hurry to sell my vegetables—let's just not cause each other any trouble!" Xiaohong was a woman of immense pride; she did not want her second sister to make her a topic of gossip to be bandied about the alleyway.

"Tingjia, Cai E is a general meant for the battlefield, not an ideal Chief of Staff. Your position cannot be relinquished just yet," Chen Ning said with a smile.

As soon as the man in black entered, she ran over to him and said, "Uncle Shi, why didn't you let me know you were coming so I could pick you up? I heard you found Brother Yan; how is he doing now?" Since she addressed the man in black as "Uncle Shi," he could only be the father of Shi Yan—Shi Feng.

The blade of the steel sword stopped a mere finger's width from the newcomer's forehead. Yet, this precise distance seemed intentional—not a hair more, not a hair less, exactly one finger wide.

"You aren't afraid of the wind blowing your tongue away, claiming I am beneath your strength! What level are you?" Huo Chao looked on with utter disdain, clearly believing that what he had just witnessed was the full extent of Xiu Lin's power. Otherwise, why hadn't he used it?

Frowning, Chen Yi’s eyes suddenly widened, his pupils constricting sharply as a terrifying thought struck him. Once this thought took root, it became uncontrollable, sweeping through his mind like a wildfire.

The onlookers were struck dumb, standing like wooden chickens. They had expected at least a few polite exchanges from both sides, but they had never imagined the cultivators of Nine Winds Dock would be so tyrannical, their actions both ruthless and decisive.