Chapter 119: The Struggle for the Heir

“Get in the car, we’ll drive you home.”
“This… I really couldn’t trouble you,” Qing Yi tried to decline politely.
Feng Su said, “We hit you. If you’re not going to the hospital, the least we can do is take you home.”
Li Jiuwei nodded in agreement.
Once inside the car, Qing Yi was extremely quiet.
Qing Yi lived in a wealthy district, but Feng Su had never heard of any prominent family named Qing in their social circles.
His identity—
Feng Su was suspicious.
When they arrived home,
Mengmeng and Luo Yuhang were stunned when they saw what was in the bag. Was what Shi Yi said actually true?

The Dongli Sect forbade inner disciples from private duels. Not long ago, the only reason Du Xun dared to attack Cui Feng so ruthlessly was because he was bullying someone who wasn’t an inner disciple of Dongli.
“Prosecutor, you’d better get your facts straight. Who’s the defendant and who’s the plaintiff here?” Pan Hong cast a glance at Wang Xuanlong and Old Zhou in the defendant’s seat, then glared fiercely at the prosecutor.
“Wait a minute!” Just as he started to move, the voice of the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit rang in his ear. His body, having just leaned forward, lost balance for a moment, nearly sending him tumbling backward.
There was barely a pause. That blood-red shadow, like a starving wolf hunting prey, kicked up waves of crimson light in the air with its legs, its form blurring into a streak that flashed through Cui Feng’s vision and vanished.
Secretly, he stashed the bag of fish away, intending to give it to the ancestor. Dong Zhanyun followed the servants to the accounting office. The accountant first inquired about his purpose: “Young master, may I ask what brings you here?” Dong Zhanyun replied excitedly, “I’m here to withdraw money.” The accountant was puzzled: “Are you borrowing from our young master?”
Her actions exceeded everyone’s expectations. No one knew why she changed her target.
Chen Yi raised another question at this point, but immediately dismissed his own thought. With the myriad beasts howling in the mountains, who would dare, like him, to go take a look—wasn’t that courting death? Even if some mighty figures discovered it, they would never reveal such a secret.
He did not understand why things had turned out this way. He had seen her before; the person in the palace was indeed Qin Shuiyue.
Shi Daoran quickly handed over the diary he was holding to Sun Changjiang, who immediately began to examine it carefully, page by page.
“That day, I was discussing business with someone. He poured me two cups of Big Red Robe tea, and after I drank them, I started feeling unwell. Only later did I realize he had poisoned me,” Bao Xingfeng said.

In an instant, a surge of unprecedented crisis exploded deep within Jiang Fan’s heart. Under its weight, he had no time to think. Gritting his teeth against the excruciating pain, he raised his fist and smashed it toward the strange head of the giant python.
Smiling at Qin Yan and offering his thanks, Jiang Fan changed his shoes, picked up Lanlan, and walked straight to the dining table.
Ye Wudao released the safety, placed his hand on the trigger, lowered the muzzle to his own forehead, and slowly began to squeeze.
Shao Hua ran as he muttered to himself, but with his current physical state he could barely keep it up. Soon he was out of breath, stopped, propped his hands on his knees, and coughed violently.
As for the Ming dynasty packing gunpowder into a big jar, throwing it down and listening for the boom—those thundercrash bombs, or “homemade grenades” as they called them during the war of resistance—how could they compare to the US military-issue fragmentation grenade in Chen Hao’s hand?
In a flash, the perfect figure appeared before him. At that moment Han Bing was standing in front of the window, arms crossed over her chest, as if waiting for something. Hearing the office door open, she couldn’t help but shudder.
A single bullet costs ten million; eight bullets, eighty million. With a discount, that’s a hundred million. Isn’t that a bit much?
But now the intelligence was completely different: the port was guarded by the enemy’s elite, with solid fortifications and several tanks and armored vehicles. The enemy warships anchored at the port posed a huge threat to Huang Tao and his team.