Chapter 158: King to King, The Showdown of Two Male Icons

There is no need for thanks; just let me go with you to the basketball court to watch the game."
Li Qing beamed with delight, her face clearly broadcasting her eagerness for a front-row view of the juicy gossip.
"Deal."
Wang Fan had nothing better to do and also wanted to amuse himself at her expense. The two of them struck a chord immediately, both wearing sly, fox-like smiles.

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Basketball court.
The male students participating in the social mixer were dressed uniformly in crisp white shirts, suit trousers, and polished leather shoes.

The life or death of these zombies really had nothing to do with human beings, but now that the opportunity had presented itself, Su Lin had certain ideas of his own. Since this fellow could speak, he might as well trade a few verbal barbs with him.

"You don't need to worry. Her words are like riddles, and I couldn't be bothered to solve them," Cyril waved his hand dismissively.

Instantly, the faint glow of the past vanished. They all slumped to the ground like deflated balloons, showing not the slightest sign of spontaneous self-healing.

Cyril stared into those beautiful, elven green eyes for a moment, then nodded, and took the lead in walking toward the city gate.

Therefore, Su Lin had long since eliminated the lightning reeds, never intending to cultivate them at all.

Clearly, this was a "Halfling." Halfling was what humans called them, named for their height being only about half that of a normal person. In reality, they should be called "Vela" folk, who frequently lived in the warm, well-watered regions of southeastern La Rochelle.

When the elevator reached the eighteenth floor, Lu Xieyi stepped out first, almost running out, and then turned around, preparing to bid Jiang Dongping farewell. As a result, the man followed her out of the elevator as well, and just like that, she crashed straight into his arms.

At that moment, a dozen streaks of fire soared into the sky, heading directly toward the location of the President in the distance.

Cyril had no idea why everything was going so smoothly, and why that soldier had cooperated with him to such an extent. Seeing their companion pinned beneath his foot, the remaining three armed soldiers simply gave up all resistance.

"In other words, the third fragment must be somewhere in Ireland." Coulson's attention was entirely focused on the third fragment of the Staff of Wrath; as for the other things he had overheard, whether he didn't understand them or simply didn't care was unclear.

Hearing him say this, Xie Lingyun felt not the slightest bit surprised. Without Third Master acting as their shielding banner, how could those people have ever reached the Third Mistress and used her to commit illegal and illicit acts?

The purpose of Fang Zheng's report this time was the construction of the traditional Chinese medicine production base and the preparation for the pharmaceutical factory. Because of his thorough advance preparation, the entire report flowed seamlessly from start to finish. While listening, Jin Shuai took notes on the key points of the report in his notebook, occasionally interjecting to ask a few questions.

The thoughts in his mind flashed past in an instant. Zhan Cangqiong said to Greedy Wolf, "I'm going offline to make some arrangements now. Wait here for a moment." With that, he went offline to make a phone call.

As they bickered back and forth, the better part of an hour passed, yet still no conclusion had been reached. At this point, A Dou felt the time was right, so he gave a light cough.

"Indeed." The mirror-faced figure slowly withdrew his left hand from inside his mask. As a voice came from beneath the mask, his right hand rose, palm facing outward, moving unhurriedly to intercept the slash.

Seeing this, the Gunsmith fired three more shots in rapid succession, all striking the mechanical guard in the face, yet the opponent maintained its speed completely unscathed.

The Eight-Armed Divine Demon Puppet continuously shot beams of light that struck the sea of blood, and with every attack, that sea of blood grew noticeably thinner.

Demanding money? Everyone truly didn't know what to say. They had never expected that the personal business of the Lord Dark Emissary would actually turn out to be reaching out for money.

The prison guard had never expected such an event to occur and could not help feeling a trace of terror, thinking to themselves: If this blow had been aimed at them, the prison guards, would the stun wheel in the prisoner's hand really have been fast enough to activate before the attack took effect?