Volume 1, Chapter 132: Qin Bao Takes Action, Pacifying the Common People!

Yu Ze stepped onto the coffee table in the center and pulled the guy toward him. Shining his flashlight on him, he confirmed it was indeed Cao Yuan.

After reading the news from Dongxue Wanqing, the Abandoned Child by the River Styx maintained an extremely calm expression, though his heart was on high alert; after all, the strength of that lethal shadow in the night was truly terrifying.

"That is the end of what you saw. I was completely controlled by the golden light and unable to move at all," Ding Zhan said, looking incredibly aggrieved and sorrowful, as if he were the victim.

Supported by his guards, Song Jiang walked into the hall with unsteady steps and slowly sat down on the tiger-skin chair in the center.

As time passed, the scars on the Griffin King grew, yet none of the wounds were fatal.

"Yes, it’s a bit stiff when you turn the switch; it seems like the upper door frame always snags before it can close," Xie Yunmeng replied.

"Unfortunately, my father couldn't break his habit of drinking and hitting people. That child must have had a much harder life than I did. In any case, I heard he developed some kind of strange illness."

A flash of doubt crossed Beirut’s eyes. After all, in his view, even if Fang Can possessed strength comparable to a Black Aura expert, he could not possibly have an eighty percent chance of defeating a battle-junkie like Green.

Chen Luo decided to wait a little longer; once the magic crystal cannons were back to normal, he would go and deal with the remaining thirteen Heavenly War Fortresses.

The soldiers roared with excitement, like apes anticipating a meal. Maxim quickly hurried back to his room and hurriedly sprayed a large amount of perfume on himself.

The Third Concubine’s face stiffened at these words, and she looked at Fang Zijie in panic. Seeing this, Xia Wanhong coughed coldly, causing the Third Concubine to snap out of her panic and look at Fang Qishan with a pitiful expression.

The Commander said no more on the matter, only calling for Yuwei to give her a few final instructions before watching the two board the plane. The First Lady looked at the gentle and obedient Fang Ennuo with a troubled expression, a sense of guilt and sorrow welling up in her heart.

"I studied in London for a year, though I am not very proficient. Still, I should be better than someone who stands by and watches others die," Fang Ennuo said, shooting a cold glance at the man.

This style of play was flashy, but its cost-effectiveness was far too low. Dailin had lost too much mana in the recent battle and needed to save the remainder for emergencies; he couldn't afford to waste it.

Dailin noticed that some of the Yeti soldiers beneath the watchtower were trembling, clearly intimidated by the scale of the approaching army.

Although she might suffer a bit, there was no way she could escape her grasp; it was just a matter of how to "operate" this situation.

Ye Lin picked up Tianba and placed him on his shoulder. After chatting with Mike for a few moments, the three of them—along with the beast—set off on the return journey.

Three large banners were erected in the army. The largest one featured a roaring golden lion with a red border on a white background. This was the flag of the Lionheart Kingdom, representing the Eternal Fortress.

I tapped her gently on the head, and her power instantly surged, allowing her to directly control the Heavenly Fire within her body—a feat that made her the first person in the Phoenix Realm to do so.

The Gu insect inside the Commander’s body began to stir, and waves of heart-wrenching pain washed over him. Within moments, his forehead was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

"But that is not the primary reason for my judgment," the others listened quietly to the Old Matriarch, thinking that even if she were wrong, it wouldn't matter if they teased her a little; it would only add to the festive atmosphere.

Zheng Shixin gripped Ye Tian’s arm, looking blissful. Although neither had confessed their feelings, they both understood each other’s hearts clearly. As people often say, love arrives so suddenly that even if you try to hide, you cannot escape it.

The voice was very familiar. I opened my eyes, but in the pitch-black room, I could only vaguely see a figure moving. Fear mingled with excitement; I couldn't even describe how I felt.

"You have the nerve to speak? You were supposed to precisely control the direction of this competition, and look at what you’ve made of it! It’s completely out of control now. Otherwise, would we need to be sitting here?" Zheng Shijia was quite furious, and his words were harsh.

The police station had always given him some face in the past, including not shirking their duties during the previous incident at the hotel. It was only this suddenly appearing "Young Master Jia" who had caused the police to suddenly step aside.

"Where is Zhang Feng?" Li Zhishi frowned, fearing that the smell of chicken droppings on his hands wouldn't fade without a thorough wash.

"Whether it is the Emperor or a young nobleman, they only admire this face of mine. Once they obtain it, they will eventually grow tired of it," Li Shishi said, spreading her fair arms and allowing the madam to drape a thin veil over her.

Everyone helped send Ji Siyu out of the banquet hall, and only after watching the car drive out of the courtyard did the group disperse.

One must know that she had always traveled by fine horse or carriage; she had never endured such hardship.

In fact, one look at the video was enough to know that even if they had called the police, there was an eighty percent chance it would have been too late, but at least they might have caught the killer.

There was so much to take in; even after watching the duel, they couldn't help but think, "That positioning was so cool! I didn't know you could do that."

After carefully recalling the original plot, Fang Ruohua still felt weak and slumped over the bar counter with a wry smile.

Her vocal range was wide, and like Han Shenyan, she was very skilled at high notes. Since the song itself was quite high-pitched, she found it very comfortable to sing.

"Brother Shenyan, tell me, what should we write on the lock later?" Lin Mingyue shook Han Shenyan’s arm, pulling him out of his sudden reverie.

The "Corruption of Black" had severely damaged the global economy. In this day and age, a single gunshot on Wall Street could set the global economy back by a month, let alone a destructive disaster comparable to a natural cataclysm.

"You have something you want to ask us to do? What is it?" The old man certainly wouldn't be angry about this; it had nothing to do with him anyway.

With a "bang," a gunshot rang out. Lena’s aim was true, striking the metal man in the forehead. However, as a weapon designed by Luthor to deal with Superman, how could it be harmed by mere firearms? The bullet hit his left forehead with a crisp metallic clink, leaving only a small puncture in the skin before falling to the ground.