Chapter 77

After escaping the pickup truck's line of sight, he finally dared to pick up his pace and run with all his might.

Tian Shuai followed Li Zetian’s advice; after successfully negotiating a partnership with Sills Corporation, he immediately contacted Walmart.

The Green Lantern’s expression flickered with disbelief as he plummeted from the sky and died, a green ring ascending into the heavens.

With the emergence of twelve Picasso paintings, not only did several magnates join the auction, but even some national museums attended.

Fortunately, they saw Antipus holding his own against Lin Li, exchanging blows back and forth—the spectacle was worthy of a five-star rating.

"This is a variety I've improved," Ye Lian said with a hint of frustration. "I specifically modified the strain to brew high-proof liquor."

With every two steps he climbed, his hands would grasp ten centimeters higher, his movements perfectly coordinated.

Despite being sedated, her heartbeat only grew stronger; bloodshot veins crept into Lei Yiyi’s eyes, her heart pounding so loudly it drowned out all other sounds.

Of course, the most striking feature of this brown bear was the massive, bulging muscles on its shoulders and back, making its forearms look incredibly powerful—like those exaggerated bodybuilders.

Wayne sat with his legs crossed, reading the newspaper, a steaming cup of coffee on the table—clearly in a good mood.

Liao Daxin, whom Lin Fengming had assigned to tail the Pockmarked Monk, now came to report: after visiting a pharmacy, the monk had returned straight to the Yang residence.

With a wave of her longsword, a dark red arc of sword energy slashed forth, its fierce momentum seeming to tear the very air apart.

"Think about it—nowadays, hospitals are basically a rip-off. A full-body check costs at least eight hundred, if not seven hundred. Add everything up, and charging a thousand isn't unreasonable, right?" The thin man continued, leaving the breakfast shop owner speechless and resigned to pay—he could only chalk it up to bad luck, forced by circumstance.

As for Xia Lan and Lan Liuli, the two Silver-ranked warriors, Zhang Ming could not persuade them. Still, he believed they were more than capable of protecting themselves.

A surge of warmth flowed from his palm into his cold hand, spreading up his arm and throughout his body, leaving him feeling cozy and comfortable.

If you didn’t buy from Xiong Zongqi, who peddled pirated discs, he would curse you out right there. If you picked one but decided not to buy, he’d block your way—you couldn’t leave until you bought it! Wasn’t that extortion? Yes, it was. What could you do about it?

Just as Ichiro Inoue finished speaking, a tall, dark-skinned man suddenly walked through the hotel entrance.

If he really acted on his impulses, Arlene would probably see him as a scoundrel, and all her fond imaginings would vanish in an instant.

Wang Yan reluctantly pulled herself from Xiao Long’s embrace, wiped her tears, and choked out her words.

"What kind of look is that?" Li Mei snapped, seeing Xia Youzhi’s gaze as if she were looking at a fool.

"Don’t do it..." Elder Ouyang’s voice rang out in Wang Mo’s mind, filled with anger and frustration.

But to Lin Qiyuan, it was like Sun Wukong hearing the tightening mantra from Tang Sanzang—his head felt like it was splitting.

"When people can’t withstand overwhelming pressure, they easily break down. Watching them turn on each other is its own entertainment!" The Yuan family captain looked on as the four quarreled and fought, clearly just enjoying the spectacle.

Though not in the city center, the gathering of ascetics had drawn many believers and tourists. A middle-aged woman suddenly knelt before a monk, howling and wailing, instantly drawing Zhou Chao’s attention.

Liu Bobo and Mary were both familiar with the south; the roast and marinated dishes she planned to make later were the same as those from Canton.

Time slipped by little by little, and Ma Gongcheng grew somewhat anxious—not for any other reason, but because he’d just encountered two more of those bizarre corpses.

Within the bundle was a note stating his birth date and name, along with some money—proof of his family’s love. Yet for some reason, they were forced to send him away.

Thinking it over, it made sense. In a year or two, his father would recoup his investment and wouldn’t have to profit off his son forever.

Especially considering that not long ago, he was only at the Qi Condensation stage, but now he’d reached the True Essence realm and could even slay the Three Elders of Luoyun—clearly, he had some real skill.

Each floating island was a true island, inhabited by civilians and pirates alike.

Except for those skills that required special conditions to activate, Yuan Jiuling was still holding back—he was only using about ninety percent of his strength.

After hearing Wanyu’s words, Song Cheng let out a long sigh, set her spoon in her cup, and prepared to stand. She knew well why Wanyu shadowed her so closely: in the past, she’d loved Kunqu opera and wanted to study drama, but her father scolded her fiercely, unwilling for her to become an "actress."

With Lin Kong nearby, Liu Feng could no longer hope to capture Hu Wei alive and spirit him away unnoticed. So, the moment Hu Wei spoke, Liu Feng’s murderous intent flared.

The two fleeing men, hearing a familiar voice, looked up abruptly and spotted Gu Jiu, surprise written across their faces. Clearly, they hadn’t expected to encounter someone they knew in this place.

Trensu’s words were calm and measured, but they quieted the raucous pirates once more.

For a moment, more than a dozen American soldiers stood bare-chested—without exception, each bore scars, clear reminders of war.

After Zhu Rong finished his account, Ying Hao’s expression grew strange. "You didn’t want to marry Gong Gong, so you took the place of the princess sent for peace, costing me a consort for nothing? Or is it that you’d rather marry me than him?"

The audience was once again filled with disbelief—this time, it wasn’t just a projection on the background screen. From their perspective, they could clearly see a glowing white orb inside Wang Cong’s body.