Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Two: At that level of intelligence, you think you are fit to be the boss?

His words seemed to be addressed to Song Shiyu, yet they also sounded like a vow. He believed he would surely do it, even if it meant giving everything he had.

He had come to City A to negotiate a contract for his next film. By chance, he spotted her in the Five-Color Castle, and his intense curiosity made it impossible for him to look away. After all, he still owed her a debt of gratitude. Seeing that she had been tailing a relatively unknown male performer all along, he shadowed them as well.

Yu Shuying had never expected that Feng Yun, this pampered wastrel, would actually be able to perceive the doubts in her heart. At that, she finally put away some of her disdain, walked over, and sat down at a seat a little farther from Feng Yun’s side.

The moment Huo Anxi woke and turned on her phone, it began to buzz wildly. Every message was from Fu Jingzhi, some asking after her, some apologizing, and the barrage continued until half past three in the morning.

Even though the World Government had confirmed Franky’s identity and turned its suspicion toward him, it still could not possibly strike directly, could it? If they were going to act, they should have seized her too, or tried to force a confession from her, so they could cross-check and confirm whether the target was correct.

A little farther to the right stood a staircase leading to the second floor. Beside it was a tightly shut door. The wood had a greasy green sheen, and patches of paint had peeled from the door, giving the whole place a run-down, shabby air.

She felt that as long as the feud between Ye Ning and Emperor Qin remained unresolved, the situation in the imperial court could never truly be stabilized.

“You had a fever last night!” Pei Leng spoke first, cutting off her questions. Looking somewhat unnaturally away, he prepared to get up.

After her moment of panic, Yu Rou rose to her feet and, with her legs pressed together in an awkward posture, went into the bathroom to clean herself.

Could it be that he knew the truth? But that was impossible. If he knew the truth, she would never have been bestowed on another man in marriage.

As for whether it would work, that could wait. But Han Jiujiu’s curiosity and tolerance were both formidable indeed.

She slowly sat up, looked at the crown prince, then at the second prince, and remained silent for a long while.

Byros was at a loss for words; he felt regret over Lane’s cold, merciless conduct. Only then did he remember Teacher Karpun’s kindness. Compared with Lane, Karpun was the teacher more suited to him.

Once the white light faded, and Lin Wanbai opened her eyes, Xueying was holding a feather necklace in her hand. Lin Wanbai was startled and looked down at her own chest; it was indeed her feather necklace.

The look of grievance and despair on his face vanished in an instant. Slowly, he took out his phone, glanced at the screen showing that the call was still connected, and curled his lips in open disdain.

“I wonder how Teacher Karpun is doing?” Byros suddenly thought that if Lane had not taken his place, perhaps he would not have ended up in such a state either. After grumbling a little, he gave up the thought.

Dick held a torch in one hand and an iron knife in the other. He swung the iron knife mainly to deflect attacks, then used his foot to kick the skeletons down. Though this made it difficult to injure the undead, the fallen undead could block those behind them and slow the pace of their assault.

By the time Han Jiujiu met Elder Ye, it was already that afternoon, and she honestly told him everything.

With a cold laugh, Quan Qi felt no gratitude that she had wasted her precious time rescuing him, and yet he still dared to look down on her. He was simply outrageous. Jump if you want to jump; she could not be bothered.

Upon hearing this, Fang Guohuan was astonished. “Judging by the principles of chess in this way, there is already a hint of fusion. This old lady must be an expert on the board.” His desire to make her acquaintance only grew.

There really was such a powerful existence? A sense of helplessness rose in the demon dragon’s heart once more. Since his battle with Solomon, he had never encountered anything like it. Even the Dark Southern Cross, Night Lone Cloud, one of the Nine Stars of the Moonlight, had never been able to affect him to such a degree. This otherworldly monster was truly terrifyingly formidable.

Just then, a streak of white light flew in from the side and pierced straight through the center of the black fog. The black fog stopped, then slowly turned toward the direction from which the white light had come.

Her voice was still so kind and gentle. If Lin Jianlan had not experienced it himself and heard with his own ears the conversation between her and Doctor Cheng, he would never have imagined that this mild old lady could act with such ruthless severity and no mercy at all.

“Li! It’s Li Dayong! Prince Yuping, Li Dayong!” After climbing up the lookout tower to survey the sea, Zhou Dafu, who knew the waters of Fujian and Guangdong well, cried out in alarm.

Ling Lanqianfei glared at the father and son of Zuo Xuanhuang, then snorted coldly and turned her head away without speaking.

It lowered its head and extended a hand, looking at the trembling thing that had appeared on its body and along its arm. A look of deeply exasperated frustration spread over its face, as if the one called Suan Zheng, wherever that fellow was now, had thoroughly worn out its patience.

And then there was Bu Fan. At such a young age, he already possessed such strength, not to mention those formidable techniques. By now, aside from his body, he had no real advantage left. In the face of genuine experts, how many blows could his body withstand?

“Master Nie, don’t think that just because you’re strong, my Martial Alliance can do nothing to you. You’re the one courting death today!” Liu Qian said coldly. Being pointed at the nose and threatened like that, even his temper finally flared.

Although Li Yanyang was shameless, Zhong Miaoke still did not deprive him of the chance to do the hard labor; she simply vented her anger on her own and did not even bother to look at the shameless, bastard Li Yanyang.

What Mu Qiu did not know was that it was precisely this moment of indulgence that left a seed within Leng Yan’s body. The next time they met would be when Leng Yan was heavily pregnant and on the verge of giving birth.

Jiang Dongyu felt the pressure ease almost at once. He only sensed a warm current rising from within his embrace, helping him disperse Old Wang’s oppressive force.

“What you said is right. Very clever indeed. Even such a flaw was discovered by you. How laughable that I had even planned to remind you,” Qi Hezhong said, actually clapping his hands in approval.

The soldiers directly seized Luo Rong and dragged him out. Luo Rong kept crying out in innocence, his voice shrill and piercing. Gong Wuxie smiled faintly, thinking that what Murong Zidu had just said was not without reason.

In the dim ancient forest, two or three low roars and howls pierced through the dense sea of trees and rang out, startling the birds that had just returned to their nests. They cried out in panic and, with wings beating, fled the nest one after another.

For anyone else, that would be deeply annoying, but when Ye Yuxuan said it, everyone was convinced, because whenever anything truly happened, it was always Ye Yuxuan who stepped up to take the blame. This household really was under his control; naturally, he had the final say.

Su Ze looked at Mu Qiu with some amusement. After so many years of marriage, how could he not understand his wife’s thoughts? It was just that his wife even felt jealous of a spirit beast. Honestly.

Once everyone’s taut expressions relaxed, they looked back on what had happened earlier, and their thoughts could not help but scatter and drift in all directions.