Chapter 53: People with True Taste

Xu Shuangyi could not fathom what Xu Mu was truly up to.

Among the three major industries of the Xu family in Liangzhou, two had already been sold off by Xu Mu.

The remaining one, Jinhuaxuan, was now in a state of paralysis, with Xu Mu showing no intention of managing it at all.

“Do you know why the Xu family’s business in Liangzhou couldn’t hold steady?” Xu Mu asked.

“Too far...”

When they reached the second-floor activity center, they saw several elderly men and women sitting around tables, playing poker and chess, while a few others cheered on nearby. Then they saw the Father of the Gods slumped on the sofa.

The Chicago Bulls’ offense was already embodied in their fierce defense; many teams that couldn’t hold the ball would collapse just from being counterattacked by the Bulls.

Looking at the half-broken sword in my hand, I felt tears welling up, crying out in despair, and wildly slashing at Liu Pan. I hacked left and right, striking at anyone in sight. At first, Liu Pan tried to resist, but seeing my reckless fury, he retreated in fright and finally fled with his men into a van.

Well, although I had many ideas, I didn’t say a single word to those students because I was afraid they would beat me up.

He hadn’t planned to come originally, but after suddenly remembering some matters, he made this trip after all.

Grandfather once doted on his only sister, but now, seeing her enter the door joyfully, he frowned immediately, only to be caught off guard by her taunts or complaints, plunging the situation into chaos.

While Ban Rui spoke, he kept glancing at Xiao Fen’s expression, which showed neither satisfaction nor dissatisfaction—an odd look indeed.

Upon hearing Lei Jin’s words, He Guangzong, Li Hong, Dou Bing, as well as the other commanders of the imperial guards and their retainers in the camp, all frowned. Now that Zhang Shaohua had joined the Broken Enemy Army, how could Wudang Mountain expect any explanation?

As the cavalry of Wuheng’s army finished breakfast, led by Duke Duototai of Wuheng’s Left Righteous King, they marched grandly toward Xishankou. Meanwhile, Liu Ji had already deployed his seven cavalry units north of Xishankou.

There was still plenty of time before evening self-study. This was the perfect moment to start a fight, so a group of us headed en masse toward the classroom of Senior One, Class Five.

Huo Yi didn’t respond, his falcon-like eyes fixed coldly on Brother Cheng’s face. Clearly, he was suppressing his anger and unwilling to reply.

He had finally found a master strategist; if he didn’t cause his master some trouble, how would the master demonstrate his abilities?

“Are you father and son?” Long Yichen turned to look at the middle-aged man and Shen Yi, somewhat dumbfounded. He hadn’t noticed before, but after Shen Yi mentioned his father, upon closer inspection, the resemblance between Shen Yi and the middle-aged man was indeed quite striking.

Ryushō Maichitaro was here to collect a debt; the Hyodo family could not afford to default. As for the grand patron of Shinbu Corporation, the Hyodo family certainly wouldn’t offend him. If the grand patron demanded payment, the Hyodo family might give more, never less.

At this moment, the fierceness in his eyes was like a black storm, terrifying to behold. The opponent hadn’t expected Pei Zhongyao to strike. His originally delicate face was somewhat distorted from the blow, his nose slightly crooked.

“Mu Ze, how are they?” Fujikawa slowly asked, casually lifting the teacup placed to his right.

After dealing with the Dragon Crocodile Sword, Ning Fan felt much better upon arriving at this demonic battlefield. He leapt out from the wound on the Dragon Crocodile, looked back at its enormous body, pondered a moment, and then produced a storage ring to contain it.

In the top-tier private room of the Linhai Haohan Hotel, He Xue looked at the person sitting before her and felt unbearably nervous.