Chapter Thirty-Seven: Disagreement

As soon as Shu Yiming finished speaking, a few shareholders nearby objected, saying, "Wait, this won't do! Matters like these are business secrets—how can everyone know about them? And what's with your financial deputy? It's bad enough he was late, but now he doesn't even know how to behave?"

"Yes, yes, Elder Yang is right. How can such things be spread around? Amin, you..."

From afar, the bar looked splendid, adorned in red and green, brightly lit and magnificently decorated. On the front, four golden characters gleamed: "Yan Yan Bar."

"So, your financial situation is quite comfortable, and your life is happy, then?" Li Zheng ventured.

There is an ancient saying—"a thousand horses galloping." Though the Wind-Splitting Wolf was not as large as a warhorse, its strength far surpassed that of any steed. When it charged, its momentum was even more terrifying, more fierce, and more bloodthirsty than any cavalry charge.

Of course, deep within its pupils, a faint, shadowy aura of death flickered. Nearly thirty years' worth of vitality had dissipated, so a trace of death lingering was only natural.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded at the restaurant entrance. With a crash, more than a dozen men burst through the door.

On that morning, Zhao Wu was idly observing from behind the counter. By chance, he saw a man leading a dark chestnut horse past the entrance. Heavy goods were strapped to the horse's back, and its hooves struck the earth with a ringing sound.

Xu Mingxuan had originally wanted to invite Huang Yue and Song Zheng and their brothers for drinks, but Song Zheng was busy with the imperial exams. So, he postponed the gathering until after Song Zheng finished, thinking it would be no harm to celebrate then.

This gang, having seen blood, knew there was no turning back. Their leader was ruthless; if he survived, their lives would surely be forfeit. Instantly, they frantically swung their clubs at Eighteen and the gang leader. Moments later, when the chaos ceased, both Eighteen and the leader lay dead, skulls shattered, corpses sprawled across the floor.

The figure was Qin Bin. Seeing he had frightened them so badly, he felt somewhat embarrassed, forced a bitter smile, then pushed his speed to the limit, disappearing into the darkness in a flash.

"Since Brother Li has already broken through, we've long prepared a banquet for him. We hope to drink heartily together!" Elder Bamboo, ever the gentleman, spoke again.

If the monstrous beast with giant fangs truly was responsible, rashly provoking it would only invite more frenzied retaliation.

"Your servant Song Yao greets the Prince of Liang." As soon as Song Yao entered the council hall, he saw Li Gao approaching and immediately bowed respectfully.

"You've eaten too much, You! Even if it can't be preserved long due to damage, you've still eaten far too much! And... if Fubo hadn't suggested coming over, the fish we ate then would probably be all you’d ever get in your lifetime!" The captain complained.

In a distant building, Peng Jue was somewhat self-deprecating. Earlier, he’d wanted to offer Jiang Ke a way out, but it turned out not only unnecessary, he nearly ruined the man's career.

"My deepest thanks to Prince Liang for his concern! Thank you, General Li!" Yang Shizhong said, bowing deeply to Li Yan.

The snowy ground, once fluffy, grew firm, and the gray earth stretched into the depths of the mist. Scattered rubble and broken bricks dotted the landscape. This was the inner sanctum of the tomb palace, where the dormant slaughterer would appear.

As soon as he took out his phone, the screen lit up, revealing that Master Zhao had accepted his friend request.

Even though Claire, as a special agent, was braver than most, seeing the researcher's face directly still sent a chill down her spine.

Chen Tony felt uneasy, but found no way out of his predicament, and anxiety gnawed at his heart.

She couldn’t bear to stay here any longer; she was immune to every cry now, except those from Jiang Ke.