Volume 1, Chapter 40: Suicide Scene, Absolute Chaos

On the screen was Jiang Kexin’s tear-stained face. The background appeared to be some sort of rooftop, with the wind howling fiercely.
Beside her stood a large, transparent water tank, into which a faucet was slowly pouring water, the level rising gradually.
The number of online viewers had already reached one hundred thousand, and the count was still skyrocketing.
Fu Beichen’s expression darkened instantly.
She tilted her head slightly, her expression focused and earnest. Standing so close, he could catch the faint fragrance emanating from her, a very familiar scent.
After a brief moment of self-absorbed bewilderment, Xiao Ran still had to face Ruan Mingyue’s interrogation. Seeing Ruan Mingyue speak without reservation about the awkwardness of the situation, he realized there were naturally quite a few misunderstandings involved, and even he himself failed to grasp many of them.
Behind An Zaiyou stood rows of police officers in blue uniforms, the handguns in their hands already cocked.
The leading general of Xibei knelt to the ground, causing all eighteen thousand plus residents of the settlement to drop to their knees as well.
"Y-you, what did you say? Is this true? As long as I learn it, you'll let me go see my brother, right?" she asked with a look of joyful anticipation, completely unable to conceal her surging excitement.
Hearing Chen Jia’s words, Chu Mengyao’s body suddenly stiffened. She raised her head, looking timidly at Chen Jia, at a loss for how to respond.
However, just as he was halfway through digging, a rustling sound echoed. Lin Feng looked around, but nothing seemed amiss. Suddenly, like a rising tide, a massive swarm of rats rushed over. To be precise, they were blue rats, each with glowing red eyes that looked even more terrifying in the night sky.
Chen Haoran pressed his right hand onto an acupuncture point at the back of An Zaiyou’s head. Instantly, a cool stream of energy surged into An Zaiyou’s eyes.
Leng Xianning nonchalantly resettled herself onto the soft couch, yet her entire focus remained fixed on those words, catching only a single phrase.
"I can't rest. I have to master this within two weeks. Hua Jing, please help me, won't you help me?" The mere thought that she might never see her brother again made her feel so miserable she wanted to die, so even if it cost her her life, she had to master this high-difficulty Latin dance.
Both Yan Le and Xu Yunyan overheard the murmurs of the people around them, yet neither made a sound. Yan Le was secretly pleased, while Xu Yunyan showed no expression on the surface, though inside she was also quietly basking in the praise. People were complimenting her beauty, and she held deep admiration for Yan Le's success.
Accompanied by a loud crash, the flying needles he released accurately struck the wooden board on the wall, shattering it into pieces instantly.
"Is that so? First of all, why I do things is none of your concern. Whether it has anything to do with you is also something you don't know, so there's no need to discuss this topic with me here." I leaned against the wall.
Seeing that he still had some time to play, Lin did not rush to log off. Exiting the consignment interface, he clicked on the trade page to enter the purchasing interface, and then skillfully clicked on several filter options.
Zhuo Weiming immediately had the intravenous fluid prepared by Yan Le administered, and it took effect instantly. Wei Zhenhua’s blood pressure rebounded and gradually returned to normal, causing both Zhuo Weiming and Yan Le outside the room to heave sighs of relief.
The latest wave of sponsored articles were all claiming that Su Wan lacked a spirit of sacrifice and was dissatisfied with his current share of the ball.
"I'm sorry, Qin Lan." Aside from apologies, all that remained for us to say was simply that we were sorry.
It was the middle of the night, and by the time Xu Nuo arrived at twelve o'clock, he was already waiting there as if he had known Xu Nuo would come.
"Of course you can." Xu Huinan let out a light chuckle. Just as he was about to ask, a knock on the door sounded.
Waiting for the hare by the stump was certainly fine, but it did not fit the style of the Tiger Regiment. No matter the circumstances, the Tiger Regiment always charged, shattering the enemy's formation with bullets and flesh.
Hearing this, Mo Xingchen let out a heavy sigh of relief. Indeed, everything had been fake.