Chapter 98: Mr. Wen’s Dignity—How Much Respect Should the Qiao Family Truly Earn?

Qiao Weiwei!

In truth, Song Mi had long harbored a subconscious impulse: to block out the fact that Qiao Weiwei and Qiao Yudong were biological siblings. She was deliberately avoiding this truth, unwilling to let Qiao Yudong’s relentless pursuit affect her interactions with Qiao Weiwei.

Moreover, she was reluctant to exploit Qiao Weiwei. Even regarding the ecological park matter, she had not immediately reached out to Fu Sisi through Qiao Weiwei at the outset.

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“Returning to my father, yet such a thing happened. Thankfully, thanks to a friend on the road, I not only escaped injury but also dealt with those men!” Zhao Mingzhu said respectfully.

Initially, Zhao Feng had thought the matter would be easy, after all, Wang Zheng was no longer the man he once was. Now, he was merely a postnatal triple-stage cripple; killing him would be effortless.

Witnessing this scene, everyone’s faces turned pale with horror, their pupils filled with deep terror. The sight was terrifying beyond imagination—none had expected that gentle light would be so domineering, swallowing a person outright. This was simply unbearable to accept.

After Old Bai was bound, his expression turned grim; he had not anticipated that Chu Feng would conceal such a strange thing.

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Lu Qingqing leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, yet her heart remained unsettled. Perhaps the more one cares, the more one overthinks; without love, nothing matters.

“You stay calm over there for a day. No matter what, we are good friends, and I don’t want to see you like this.”

When Zuo Yebai and Jiu Ye entered, breakfast was not yet ready. Everyone sat sparsely on the stools, chatting idly.

In the end, Qi Yan chose Red Flame Peak, Long Xiaosheng was assigned to Giant Thunder Peak under the Fourth Elder, Mo Li went to Lone Wood Peak of the Fifth Elder, Wang Zi to Yaoling Peak of the Sixth Elder, while Feng Jindeng belonged to Cloud Sea Peak of the Seventh Elder.

The Ninth Legion was the last army corps established by Xu Feng and was the youngest among the nine great legions of the western border.

Just as he was about to flee, the weasel suddenly opened his eyes, revealing the crimson Sharingan with three tomoe.

“Alright, get up. Today you performed well; tomorrow we will reward according to merit!” The monk spoke with stern authority.

Hearing Shen Yueli’s unusual tone, Ye Feng’s face immediately showed helplessness.

One must remember, the pier was tens of meters high. Not to mention whether one would smash onto the rocks below, even hitting the water surface from such a height would be enough to shatter a person’s internal organs.

No wonder, though the Martial King’s enhancement to the formation was comparable to a one-star Martial Spirit, his physical strength could not withstand such an assault. Hence, he was gravely injured by Yang Jin’s single punch. If divine arts were employed, even Yang Jin, as a one-star Martial Spirit, would likely have to temporarily evade the attack.

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With the wall directly behind Ye Tian, he could not lean back. He had no choice but to reverse his true energy and counterattack swiftly.

“Whoosh”—a streak of lightning shot toward Han Ming. Han Ming had been observing with his spiritual sense and naturally sensed it. He spun sharply, but the lightning still pursued him relentlessly.

At this moment, Kong Jia’s face was pale, lips cracked and dry, trembling as she looked at the wine jug in the hands of Han Ming and Shi Lingxin. The hope and excitement in her eyes betrayed her entirely.

“Grab the Pharaoh’s left hand,” Imoton ordered. Kaierol slowly extended his hand and gently clasped Manphist’s left hand resting beside him.

At this moment, another young man spoke up. He was watching the scene with interest but was interrupted abruptly by Du Yu’s remark.

The mad old man was deeply wounded by that single sentence. His face turned pale as he staggered back, supported by the ghostly old man, who gazed solemnly into the void.

In Xia Liu’s eyes, the hidden marriage, childbirth, and domestic violence of the Zhong family were already excessive and explosive, yet still far from matters warranting the city bureau’s intervention. For them to get involved, it had to be a life-or-death situation.

“It’s unlikely Master Lu would take such a risk. When the day of success comes, the seventy-two merchant houses of Jiangnan will surely become the greatest in the world. This modest sum, perhaps Master Lu no longer expects repayment from me, haha…” Zhao Huan laughed heartily.