Chapter Forty-Five: An Unexpected Turn

“Miss Zhao, how about this: you may choose any office you like and work wherever you wish. As for the investment contract, I’ll have my assistant discuss it with you,” Shu Yiming said, turning on his heel and leaving without a moment’s hesitation.

He was not like Shu Ji, who would use personal feelings to get things done—at best, one might call it flirting, but at worst, it was simply trading on one’s looks.

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“Being ruled by emotion will get you killed! Go to hell!” As Xiahou Yongyue raised her gun, she unleashed a storm of bullets like a torrential rain. Hao Yun was left scrambling, battered and dusty; if it weren’t for the athletic shield generated by his movements, he would have been riddled with holes by now.

“Chairman Bai, you truly live up to your reputation as an industry expert—a world-class authority on microchips!” a foreign expert exclaimed, full of praise.

But if things were said this way, it would only force the other party to leave. By then, wouldn’t she just return to Shangguan Yun’s side? After all, none of them truly understood what had happened.

The sight was indeed impressive: behind the great army stretched the frozen sea, and near the mainland, the ice was thick and solid.

Next, their aim was to create obstacles for the Shennong chip in the marketplace. They might not be able to defeat it, but they could at least buy Intel more time to prepare.

At that moment, everyone who witnessed the scene was stunned. Before anyone could even cry out in alarm, the blond boy had already stood up, drawn his blade, sliced his finger, and returned the knife to his pocket—all in one fluid motion.

Don’t think the system could help Hao Yun practice calisthenics. The bioelectric current it provided would only help him perfect his movements, but the pain would be multiplied. If Hao Yun hadn’t gritted his teeth and persevered back then, he would never have reached his current level.

Xiao Ziyu had already guessed what Fang Qingxue was thinking. But since he had resolved to take her as his disciple, he would never give up.

Feng Yunxiu, who had just arrived by invitation, had already met Bai Wancai—the master of the Bai family and the city lord of Sucheng. Though his reputation might seem a bit vulgar, his cultivation was far beyond that of ordinary men.

Suddenly, the frail body sprang up, grabbed a steel fork nearby, and dashed toward the cave entrance.

Though she had never given birth, she had at least watched educational programs and dramas on TV before, so she had a rough idea.

“On the Double Ninth Festival, bring your sword and your life to Phoenix Mountain!” With that, Oriole Fiend and Zheng Wen led Ji Ruoshui away. With a lightness of step, they vanished from sight in moments.

As the demonic aura gradually dissipated, Qi Yao’s figure emerged from it. Apart from a trace of blood on his lips, he seemed unharmed.

“Enough nonsense! Die—Blood Evil Pierces the Sun!” Oriole Fiend, unaware of the contents of Yue Wuya’s letter to Ji Ziming, stomped the ground with her right foot and shot forth like an arrow, swinging her long blade down in a vertical arc.

The first light of dawn had already pierced through the window frame, sunlight spilling across the floor. If Jieyu had not been asleep at my side, I would have thought this was a bright, vibrant morning, full of life.

Only by learning Ji Fuchen’s past—or rather, his past with Ye Qingshuang—could one truly understand the story behind Red Leaf.

The door to the supervisor’s office was open. After knocking gently, she stepped inside. Supervisor Zhang was staring at the computer, looking displeased. Bai Zhi wondered: Had there been another complaint?

But Shi Rong had said one thing well: she was the one who smashed her phone, not them. They had no reason to stop her from forfeiting if that was what she wanted. Besides, they were only frightened by the bloody content of the video; there was no solid evidence that these people weren’t actors or were actual murderers.

Suddenly, the silver gloves emitted a fierce red glow. In Chu Haoran’s hands, a huge red energy sphere formed. With a shout, he flicked his wrists, and the sphere shot from his palms, hurtling toward the ground with a howl.