Chapter 168: Breaking Away from the Organization

From the words of these two soldiers, it was clear that Fang Dali was certainly not willing. This so-called sacrifice for some future greater good was forced upon him by their leader, Liu Mingliang, merely as a method for his purported future mass-production of awakened beings.

Cao Bin looked back at Qingcheng standing behind him; it seemed she was already aware of these specific details as well.

It could be said that now the entire safety—

However, Shaya could no longer care about all that. If everyone were to challenge HSBC, where would the dignity of the First Bank of Hong Kong go?

Huang-brownish mucus continuously spewed from the hole in his face as he struggled furiously, seemingly devoid of pain.

Hearing everyone's words at this moment, he wanted to curse, but upon meeting Luda's icy gaze, he immediately swallowed his words back down.

The two instantly gave chase, yet the monster did not launch an attack; realizing it had been exposed, it turned tail and fled.

The Ghost Face Sore on his neck throbbed violently, causing Zuo Yang to snap back to his senses, only to realize he had just drifted into a daze while listening to music.

Flapping her wings, Wang Dong flew behind Huo Yuhao, reaching her hands under his armpits and pulling him upward to lighten his load.

"Boss, as you know, the essence of our real estate business is buying and selling, and the two happen almost simultaneously."

"Rest assured, I agree to all of this. In fact, even if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have helped when the time came."

He was just preparing to drink a single drop, but who would have thought that the jade marrow would slip right in, vanishing entirely into his mouth as it melted instantly, leaving him no time to spit it out.

As for the man before her—a man who had rarely shown his face in Fengcheng's high-society circles—he was probably just toying with Shen Nanyue for the sake of her looks.

System: Su Mubai had been suppressing his cultivation to prevent a breakthrough, but at this life-or-death moment, coupled with the activation of the demonic blood within his body, he could no longer hold it back.

Her gorgeous, ink-dark hair was skillfully coiled into a lily bun, with a single strand of hair falling gracefully by her temple, dancing in the wind as she walked.

A massive fissure dozens of meters deep, resembling a natural chasm, was cleaved open, acting as a natural barrier. At the same time, both hands wielded two broadswords, creating a roaring sound of wind as they swept through the air.

Moreover, he currently needed to find a safe place to transmit the news of the mission's failure back.

This time, no matter what anyone said, she dared not let Bai Yao take charge again, lest someone else trick him out of the pearls with just a few smooth words.

Slaying Demon had used the Awakening Holy Golden Dragon that day, which should have increased his offensive power, but instead, it turned into a burden.

For decades, this was the first time his son had confronted him with such a posture, leaving him so unfamiliar and flustered that he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Opening the door, Xu Lang staggered inside, clutching a bag of rice in his arms.

"Showing off your affection again?" Chu Ling frowned. Opening her Moments, she indeed saw Lin Fei's post. Catching sight of the thirty-five-thousand bag and the two-hundred-thousand pair of pearls, her jaw dropped as well.

Zhang Jingcheng was about to speak when he noticed the atmosphere suddenly freezing, and his earpiece transmitted a sound.

Among them, Shuisui naturally lived in the water and possessed a certain degree of control over it, making this affair an opportunity for him.

Guided by her words, the crowd immediately recalled the events that had just transpired. It indeed didn't seem like bullying; it was simply that Wan Chu'er acted too directly and didn't leave Lin Jiayi any face, which couldn't really be considered bullying.

In the end, a headless male corpse wrapped in green netting was excavated from beneath the piping on the second floor.

Taking advantage of the moment when the black ghostly shadow shifted its attention to Long Fei, the white-haired old crone desperately channeled all her magical power into a final gamble, actually managing to recall the Profound Fire Sword. Filled with great joy, she transformed into a red streak of light and retreated. After all, her disciples were currently recovering from injuries and must not be disturbed under any circumstances.