Volume One, Chapter 107: The Rogue of the Capital Causes Trouble; Chen Pingchuan: Have You No Shame?

At first, the number of imperial cores submitted by these Earth Emperors ranged from a dozen to over twenty, occasionally dropping to single digits, with only a few exceeding thirty.

"Should I go ask Dong Qingqing or Fifth Uncle for some armor?" Lei Ming asked the two elders.

"Although you’re no match for me, you’re not bad either. It’s a pity your use of the soft sword is so crude, otherwise your soft sword would have left more than just a shallow mark on me," Xu Tian said calmly, addressing Zhao Chunyang without any visible emotion.

This time, when Li Aotian insulted Xu Tian so harshly, Shen Ronghai did not intervene; he pretended not to see or hear.

"The culprit is seriously injured and won’t hold out long. Come with me to pursue," Kou Yiming said, putting down the walkie-talkie. He turned to Lu Fan, "You should go back; this place is too dangerous." With that, he got into a police car and drove off.

Lu Fan loathed his current state. He lay back on the bed, pulled the covers over himself, thinking that a good sleep would heal him—time was a great healer that could dilute everything.

Bai Zhan pushed the door open, but Mo Wen interrupted as soon as he started speaking. He glanced at Lin Xiao, who still had his eyes closed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Jin’s words reminded Su Bei of something: he was already married, and it seemed he had forgotten this fact.

Today, Huo Sanqian rarely met anyone who dared to challenge him in song. He had been undefeated singing in the fortress. If he could defeat Li Bai publicly today and take Lan Xin away, it would certainly be a matter of great prestige.

Once in the car, Zhou Cong turned on the GPS. At last, we set off toward County C.

The moon rose slowly, casting countless silver sparkles on the water. The vast lake looked like a silver silk net, while a dense mist gathered at its center. Bathed in moonlight, it revealed a stunning play of light and shadow.

Sanguo was a bit puzzled: "Your name is Prince of Nanshan?" The business card also bore that title.

"Then it’s settled. Come on, follow me," Lin Kexin said as she walked ahead, and I followed behind her.

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I watched the second hand tick steadily. At 58 seconds, I dialed the number from before. Amidst the noise, connection was made; it was the familiar sound of air rushing by.

"Wu Ming?" Long Shaojun seemed to recall something unpleasant and gently shook Wu Ming’s shoulder.

"Da Bai, remember to come back early. Call me if anything happens," Leng Ru Bing said anxiously, but her voice was too soft for Li Bai to hear.

Lin Wei didn’t wait for a response and sat directly opposite the man. She brought the wine glass to her lips, took a delicate sip, then set it down.

Zhou Xun shouted, flicking his sleeve so that all the stones falling toward them vanished mid-air.

The conversation between Mother Queen and Aunt Wang was completely incomprehensible to her; at this moment, she only cared about not getting beaten.

At this moment, his eyes, black and white distinct, returned to their original state, though the two blood streaks remained.

Lin Shu sighed. Of course, making money was good, but the most important thing was that the studio had begun to attract attention from this moment onward. The facts proved this.

After being away from the game for over a day, more than a dozen messages had piled up. Lin checked and replied to those requiring responses, then thoughtfully sent a few more.

As rumored, Wu Qidong’s office was lavishly decorated, gleaming gold under the sunlight, exuding the extravagant aura of a wealthy tycoon.

Considering that this fellow had a veteran half-dragon king by his side, his tactics had to be subtle—so subtle that even the half-dragon king couldn’t see through them. Only in this way could he be forced to face reality and surrender.

Lin was embarrassed. But a city built purely by throwing money at it was only entertaining to watch, with little practical reference. The other two matches were much more substantial.

After many failed attempts at persuasion, his parents finally agreed to this stubborn request.

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Although he despised Zhan Fei intensely, he acknowledged Zhan Fei’s talent. Comparing Zhan Fei to Lord Luo Qi, treating Zhan Fei as if he were Lord Luo Qi—Ye Wei’s death was not in vain at all. Such blindness deserved early death and reincarnation.

"Yang Fan, dragging this out won’t help. Teacher Liu still hasn’t woken up. Should we take her to the hospital?" Liang Jianjun said, clicking his tongue.

Hearing Yun Zun’s question, Master Qingliao’s complexion instantly turned pale, as if struck by a heavy blow. For a moment, he was speechless. Yun Zun also fell silent, staring at the gradually calming sea, lost in thought.

"Just as you said, there can be no reconciliation between me and the Church of Light. Therefore, I need to build my own power to oppose them. I admire you very much and need your help," Matt said with some excitement.

"I don’t think there’s anything more to discuss with the Fifth Prince. Please, Fifth Prince," Meng Qianxun’s voice carried a chill. She had always thought Huang Pu Tuo was completely in the dark, unaware of everything. But now, it seemed things were not as she imagined.

Seeing Tong Qiang’s silly expression, Wen Xu felt delighted and decided not to leave yet, choosing instead to enjoy playing with him a while longer.

"So what? Don’t forget how my father was surrounded and killed by righteous masters," Ji Chunyang said sternly.

"Where exactly did you send Siya? So secretive," Fei complained somewhat.

If they failed to find refuge at the Marquis Guang’en’s mansion, they would try the Duke Liguo’s residence. With Madam Ye’s personality, even if she didn’t take them in, she would surely give them at least a dozen taels of silver to ease their immediate difficulties.

At this moment, he looked around the room and seemed to recall Ling’er’s past suffering here. Thinking of what his Ling’er had endured brought a heavy sorrow to his face.

Mobilizing fifty million in funds would definitely affect the normal operations of the subordinate companies unless Lu Kun was given half a year to prepare.