Chapter Sixty-One Red Sleeves Cut Fortune — An Extra Chapter for Reader "Knight of the Road"

I sprang to my feet.

Unexpectedly, Lin Shengyao merely used the lid of his teacup to gently skim off the floating foam, blowing calmly before taking a leisurely sip of tea.

Sun Fugui gave a polite nod and said, “You two have a good talk. I’ll go check the lookout.”

This, too, was one of the old marketplace’s unwritten rules: once both parties arrived, the middleman would stand outside to keep watch, making sure no outsiders could eavesdrop on the deal or interfere...

What was going on? Zhou Yun was perplexed, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind—could it be that the Giant Axe was afraid of Cai’er?

“The one who should be meeting the King of Hell is you!” Yu Wanlei channeled energy into both his palms, and out of nowhere, a gust of wind arose.

“These... these are the calligraphic works of Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji!” The shopkeeper rushed forward in two quick steps, reaching out to snatch them.

“Qin Feng, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? Let me treat you to lunch—it’s my way of saying thank you.” Shen Ruoying, seeing that it was already noon and genuinely grateful for our visit, proposed this invitation.

More gunshots rang out. Yang Jiekai pulled Yang Xue into a tight embrace, rolling with her several times on the ground. Everywhere they rolled, bullets shattered stones and sent debris flying.

Zhu Han’s stamina had always been poor, and after the indulgent, hedonistic days in London with Zhang Pingfan and Yu Lun, he was in even worse shape. With all these things piled on him, he couldn’t even straighten his back.

At this, Old Yu and the others were astonished. Was what James Bond displayed earlier not his true strength? Then how powerful must his actual strength be?

In no time, two pounds of meat and several goose eggs disappeared into Second Fatty’s belly. Monkey Three absentmindedly flipped the rice bowl onto Second Fatty’s big head and tapped it with the spoon—clank, clank, clank.

Finally, when I cast the divination, the result was the Kǎn trigram, associated with water, the true north, and the color black. It signifies the winter solstice, the youngest son in the family, and the hands and feet of the master.

Yang Jiekai took a deep breath to compose himself. After glancing at the caller ID on his phone, a knowing smile crept onto his lips.

The personal guards all stepped forward in unison, staying close on either side. Judging from the way each gripped the hilt of his sword, they were prepared to risk everything.

“Snake! Look at this!” One of Bald God’s men suddenly yanked out a wad of bills. Not too much, not too little—precisely four thousand moon coins.

Han Yingying was momentarily speechless, for the rumor within the agency was true, and she was strictly forbidden to date without permission.

Mu Yan explained herself in one breath, especially when she spoke of Gu Chen; her face lit up with happiness.

Though Yoona was unwilling, faced with Kim Ji-yeon’s stern gaze, she had no choice but to follow the nanny back to her room in dejection.

Was that praise or sarcasm? Wang Hong took a deep breath. Ever since these kids learned how to talk, deep breathing had become his habitual response.

In other words, unless a winner is decided, Han Qiming can no longer call off the match.

Hearing Su Youqing say this, Jiang Chengce grew even more anxious. To say nothing of the rest, the only reason Jiang Chengce had ascended to the peak of power in the Nangong Group was thanks to Su Youqing’s tireless support.

At this moment, even Shen Jiejie, upon seeing Nie Tian’s half-level Five Absolutes talent, couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath. She realized she had misjudged him.

At this point, he glanced at Wang Hong and couldn’t help but sigh, “This matter, truly, is nothing much. Let’s leave it at that.” Yet despite his words, his tone was filled with helplessness and frustration. It seemed that, after so many years, Wang Hong’s impulsive and immature ways were still a disappointment to him.

The generals of the Soviet Army stared in disbelief. This was perhaps the most absurd order they had ever received. Even if the two commanders lost a battle, they wouldn’t be confined—did this madman really think football was more important than war?

Chen Xi, midway through his magic trick, froze abruptly. He suddenly remembered: unless he intended to reveal the existence of the spatial ring, there was only one other place he could plausibly retrieve something from—his underpants.