Volume 1, Chapter 43: In What Capacity Do You Demand This of Me?

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Meng Huaijin tilted his head back and poured the glass of wine down his throat, his expression half-hidden in the shadows as he offered a faint smile.

The song drove the entire crowd into a frenzy. Some cheered, some whistled, some confessed their love, and others scrambled for contact information.

As the song ended, the band retreated behind the backstage curtains.

Just as they were feeling puzzled, a loud thud echoed through the air as Fatty came flying straight out of the billiards hall, slamming heavily onto the ground. When he rolled over, groaning and wailing, everyone saw that his face was covered in bruises and he was trembling as he wept.

"Besides, your old man has been in the construction industry for so long, I still have at least that much capability." Chen Hongmin shrugged, acting completely natural in front of his son.

"If we really have to negotiate with the people from the Independent Commission Against Corruption, we will inevitably have to show our faces. Will Bao Xingfeng catch wind of it and use the opportunity to track us down?" Lin Andong said.

As if deliberately waiting for him, the moment he passed the entrance of an alley, Wang Ming suddenly popped out, grabbing him and showering him with a torrent of care, affection, and devotion.

"At least three days or more. If you encounter any difficulties, just say the word and we will figure out a way," Xu Tian nodded and said. Although Big Bucktooth liked to shout nonsense at random, his defensive capability was truly the strongest in the entire independent regiment. Having him stay behind to cover the rear gave Xu Tian great peace of mind.

Even though his body's recovery ability was freakishly strong, it was still somewhat inadequate when it came to repairing bones. The healing speed of his ribs remained very slow.

He helplessly thumped his staff against the stone slab in front of him, producing a rhythmic, echoing sound that reverberated through the mountain forest... Terrified, they turned and walked away.

Looking at the scorching magma flowing out from the fissures at the edge of the crater, Bai Zijing could not help but picture a figure in a black robe, and the fists hidden beneath his sleeves gradually clenched together.

Although Jiang Fan had promised to accompany her back to her clan in the future, the moment she thought of the ugly faces of those people within her family, coupled with the boundless might of the Ji clan in the ancient martial arts world—

With the force of the punch, two equally matched fists collided violently, forcing both men to take a step back.

The fierce beasts along the way raised their heads one after another. Those capable of flight needed no further urging; they flew directly to the sides of the group to escort them.

Ming slowly spoke. What she had lost was not only the memory of combat techniques, but also the memories of many experiences as well.

"A match for ten thousand men—so the Prince of Yan is truly this formidable." After grasping the meaning, Ferret nodded repeatedly.

Twisting the corkscrew, Wu Die employed an exquisitely flashy technique to uncork the red wine. The rich aroma filled the air, yet every single drop landed precisely into the goblet.

"Understood!" Taishi Ci said no more. Leading his three thousand troops, he galloped eastward with all his might. On the current battlefield, Zhang He's words constituted the highest military command, and he had to obey. Having cooperated a few times prior, Ziyi held immense admiration for Junyi's leadership and tactical judgment on the battlefield.

As he spoke, Li Zicheng's face radiated a faint trace of reverence, whereas the expressions of Du Xun and Wang Dehua were thoroughly unnatural and deeply awkward, leaving them with only sheepish, dry grins in response.

Notice: You must not inform anyone of the destruction of the Martial Realm, nor may you reveal any information regarding yourself or Earth; otherwise, death will follow instantly.

Hua Nongying said with exasperation, "Oh, yesterday... with such heavy rain, I... naturally lost my bearings, which is why I ended up walking here..." She spoke with absolute confidence, entirely devoid of any shame.

Ye put away the Chaotic Spirit Blade, a brief wave of weakness washing over him—the lingering side effect of wielding the blade. However, Ye was already accustomed to it. He unbuttoned his clothes and shook them out to prove he was hiding nothing, then removed his spatial ring from his finger.