Chapter Seventy-One: All's Fair in War

After Vivian finished speaking, she took out ten thousand yuan from her bag—a thick stack—and threw it on the ground with a snap.
“My brother may not look like much, but he’s ruthless to the core. Take this money and leave at once. If he catches you, things won’t be so simple.”
As soon as Vivian’s words fell, the man in the floral shirt snatched up the money and bolted out as if fleeing for his life.
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“Is that so? Then look forward to it. Victory will be mine.” With a soft laugh, Moonlight declared her inevitable triumph to Erica.
Viper sat up with an excited grin, never letting go of his gun as he raised it, aiming at Gu Beiyan and Ran Xi.
Although Ohara was destroyed under the Navy’s “watchful eye,” no one had witnessed whether Olvia returned to Ohara, so her bounty was still active.
In that instant, Tu Tian distinctly sensed two strange forces flowing through his fingertips into Chen Xue’s heart, while Ye Tian also saw with his own eyes Chen Xue’s heart undergoing a most peculiar transformation.
Da Ha enjoyed delicious meals with her, and in just two short days, the custom-made dress from last month no longer fit.
Jiang Lian’s smile faded as a trace of gloom appeared on his face. The car, which had been moving steadily forward, suddenly made a sharp turn and sped off in another direction.
Both items were entirely ordinary, with low item levels and requiring very few points to enhance. Though Tu Tian’s points were not abundant, he still had over fifty left, so there was no need to be frugal with these few dozen.
Yang Zi, though a guqin master of some renown internationally, was still a step behind Lin Yuan.
Under the illumination of the lights, the crystal-clear jadeite emitted a captivating blue glow, as if a blue halo was cast over its surface. Confronted by such beauty, everyone’s eyes sparkled with fascination.
As soon as the Bald Rat entered the tomb chamber, he headed straight for the four-legged bronze cauldron in the center, since apart from the stone coffin, it was the only thing left in the chamber.
“Snore...” But clearly, Zhao Yi was sound asleep at the moment. If there was a truly safe place in this world where Zhao Yi could rest without worry, it was this spaceship. Not to mention, with an altitude of a thousand meters, ordinary people couldn’t reach it, and besides, Zhao Yi was genuinely exhausted.
Zhou Niannian examined the information carefully. She had to admit, Xiang Jingshan had done his homework; he’d dug up the family ties of Xie Changming’s ancestors for three generations.
A blood-red gleam flashed in Yang Fuhai’s eyes. Suddenly, he flung out both arms—A Hundred Ghosts Wail. The shrill cries swept through, and for a moment, even the bronze gate seemed emptied by the onslaught.
Twenty years had passed since their separation; she had lost not only her child, but also her parents, with whom she’d lost all contact and who had vanished without a trace.
“No way!” It wasn’t just Matthias—even Mufeng and Lieyan beside him refused in unison.
Who wouldn’t want something for free? Although it was clear there was some unspeakable secret between Lord Dark Heaven and the Master of Chengang, since neither intended to speak, Fang Ran certainly wasn’t about to ask.
Wang Long nodded and walked over. The way was clear until he reached the Hall of Ten Thousand Dragons, where he saw two familiar faces at the entrance.
“Are you Old Master Guan Ping?” Zhou Niannian had barely finished her question when Zhou Hongshan’s surprised voice sounded behind her.
Right after, she distinctly felt the thing that had long been hidden within her body gradually fading away, dissolving.
“Marquis Canglu, don’t you think your actions this time are a bit despicable?” Fang Ran’s eyes locked onto Marquis Canglu, not missing a single detail of his expression.
Looking at Huo Xiaoran, I felt a chill. Could it be that he had already foreseen what would happen today, even as early as yesterday?