Chapter 47: The Wild Man on the Mountain

"I am truly sorry, in-laws, for letting you witness such a scene. I hope this won't cause you to harbor any bad impressions of Xiaoxue." Lin Qiu looked toward Fu Xiaoxiao and Wang Lu, terrified that they would form a negative opinion of Lin Xue.

Upon hearing the term "in-laws," Fu Xiaoxiao and Wang Lu exchanged glances. Lin Xue hurriedly pulled Lin Qiu aside to explain the sequence of events.

"What? They aren't your in-laws?" Lin Qiu asked in disbelief, never expecting that Lin Xue would fabricate such a story just to get her away from the Liu family.

"Cousin Jing, you've got it wrong. It's more like 'a single day apart feels like three autumns,'" Xuanyuan Xichen said with a smile.

"M-My Lord? What are you smiling at?" one of the city guards asked timidly. Lin Jiaren's ambiguous smile really gave people the creeps.

In appearance, it resembled an ordinary horse, except that it was entirely black and possessed a single sharp horn upon its head. Even more bizarrely, instead of a mane, its back was wreathed in black flames.

"These people all have powerful backgrounds and are not to be trifled with. We should try our best to avoid crossing them. Besides, you are now the deputy mayor, and there are many matters in town waiting for your attention. Don't let these issues jeopardize your future," Song Weiwei continued to persuade, still feeling uneasy.

"What do you think of this kind of life?" After a brief pause, Zhao Na slowly asked.

With a slight movement of his hands, the golden silk bag was untied using various methods, yet it immediately locked itself shut again. Time ticked away; a full hour passed. After Gu Hao tried yet another knot-untying technique, the bag no longer automatically locked shut, but instead the opening sprang wide.

Zhao Jun was charged with resisting arrest with a firearm and suspected of the intentional homicide of a police officer. However, considering that as a Shanghai underworld boss, his contributions to maintaining local public security outweighed his misdeeds, he was sentenced to deprivation of political rights for life, a five-year reprieve, the death penalty, and a fine of one million yuan.

The speaker was Guan Ziqiang, the newly appointed boss of the Ocean Gang. He was of medium height with a bronze-colored complexion, looked to be about forty years old, and had deep-set eyes brimming with murderous intent.

Yu Lan's room was directly downstairs from the old swindler's. There was no reception room; the bed dominated the space the moment one stepped through the door. Already breathing heavily, she trembled slightly as she fumbled to undo Zhu Tong's buttons.

It was dead noon, and wisps of cooking smoke curled upward. A gentle breeze blew past. In this season of unknown month yet sweltering heat, Li Wei could even catch whiffs of the aroma of food—or rather, the stench of rot that Li Wei recognized all too well.

The training had basically succeeded. At this point, the puzzle of torpedo attacks had finally been solved. The remaining issue was nighttime operations in large formations.

"No way! I have a huge barrel right here! Our goal is to travel around the world!" As he spoke, Luo Ming actually pulled a wooden bucket right out from behind him.

Next, Ding Liguo reported the basic inspection findings for several other personnel whose positions were subject to changes. It took only twenty minutes or so to finish his report.

With a heart full of emotion, Cen Wugang's mind flashed back to the numerous clashes between himself and Wang Zijun. Most of these disputes had involved Linglong City. In particular, Wang Zijun had put forward many proposals regarding the economic development layout of Linglong City, all of which he had rejected at the time.

"If I were to ask you to throw all your weapons over here, wouldn't you think I'm being too naive?" Jiang Feng flicked the electromagnetic blade in his hand toward the vulture's neck, then opened his mouth to reveal a row of white teeth, the corners of his lips curling into an enchanting yet wicked smile.

Li Wei was utterly astonished at the time, because it seemed he could function as an elite secret agent even with his Nokia 1110.

If Jiang Dazheng decided to help Zhu Jianguo and Liu Weihong, it would be equivalent to tying himself to their chariot. Either they would achieve total victory and he would receive his share of the rewards for meritorious service when accounts were settled afterward, or, if they lost, Jiang Dazheng would share the exact same fate as Liu Weihong, with zero chance of escaping unscathed.

Standing suddenly before her at this moment, her mind was in turmoil, and she had no earthly idea what she should say to him.

At first, Nie Yun did not believe it, but later, when the check vanished, he realized that Yang Yu had been telling the truth.