Chapter Seventy-Four: Retribution

Vivian looked at Shu Yiming with an expression full of pitiful grievance, her wide, pleading eyes making it seem as though she had suffered a great injustice. Had Shu Yiming not witnessed her other face before, he might almost have been convinced. But he kept his thoughts to himself, only letting out a soft chuckle as he asked, “So what do you plan to do now? Your father’s banquet is about to begin. If you go out there now, won’t it cause a scene?”

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From the start until now, less than ten seconds had passed, and Li Liang’s team hadn’t even touched the ball before they already trailed by one goal.

There were also endless rumors about Li Liang transferring to the Premier League, as well as transfer gossip about Mbappé, Lemar, Silva, and Bakayoko.

The man in question was Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke Uchiha’s elder brother, who had been summoned across space and time by a summoning card. Empowered by the Immortal Realm’s blessing, his strength had soared, and his aura was now terrifying.

If they could prevent Elder Wu Xu from becoming the candidate for Grand Elder, not only would Wu Xu suffer a silent defeat, but Elder Qiu’s rampant arrogance could be crushed as well.

“It’s all right, let her stay in our camp. Since you brought her here, I’ll make sure she’s well protected.” Li Yun spoke up as he hesitated.

It wasn’t that Li Yun was deliberately trying to frighten anyone; the underwater passages below this lake were indeed complicated. He was only able to move about thanks to his exceptional physical abilities. If anyone claimed Li Yun had some special swimming technique, it would be a lie.

She screamed wretchedly, blood spurting from her mouth as she crashed to the ground. Before she could rise, she was completely subdued and captured on the spot.

The monitoring room was a rather special place, rarely visited on normal days; the scenic area’s staff was sparse to begin with. If someone came in and saw him drunk and asleep, they wouldn’t object.

Han Yun couldn’t help but smile—the old man was just too endearing. Glancing at him, Han Yun simply handed over the jade slip in his hand.

What frustrated Li Liang most was that, no matter how formidable his previous opponents had been, his extraordinary perception would always allow him to spot their weaknesses over time. But Tolisso maintained a steady, unhurried pace, and even when Li Liang could predict his opponent’s next move, it was to no avail.

Feeling the crushing weight lift from his body, Qiming exhaled softly, ignored Corleone, and turned to face the man behind him, whose resemblance to Zhang Heng was almost uncanny.

Upon hearing that it would be bad for the child, Su Rui finally grew serious, trailing behind Sister Damei and Gu Yuzhou, looking back every few steps as they searched for a place to rest.

At that moment, all the dazzling lights from the hundreds of monitors in the laboratory shifted from green to red. The entire lab was immediately bathed in an unsettling crimson glow.

Old Vine’s greatest flaw was his lack of any outstanding abilities or impressive political credentials; in other words, he simply lacked core competitiveness.

Yan Hua bellowed furiously, the flaming wings on her back flaring out another meter, scorching the ground. She advanced, slow but resolute, facing the oncoming magical cannon blast, while the pillar of light before her began to shrink and retreat.

What Leng Xianmin couldn’t find after much fumbling wasn’t a cigarette, but something called “calm”—otherwise known as “reason.”

Yurian felt that this was the most stifling moment of his life. Compared to Qiming, whether it was his once-proud mental power or his physical strength, he was utterly outmatched.

Secondly, the film’s chief director had withdrawn from the project for certain reasons, and the new director was on his way and would arrive soon.

Time is the lifeline. This “indecision” meant that, even though no one was guarding the city gates, no one had gone to open them and let people inside for now.

He had no idea what had possessed him; in a moment of madness, he swung his fist and struck his boss’s face with all his might. The sound was like a watermelon splitting, and with that, the loathsome capitalist visage despised by the company’s employees vanished from this world forever.