Chapter 59

Could it be… he thought she had a gentle temperament, easy to bully, and that’s why he dared to joke around so recklessly?

Vice Captain Li Fearless of the Sharp Blade Company gave the order: “Remove the manual emergency brake, take off!” No matter what unexpected developments occurred, their mission was to capture the Tiger Fang, and unless they received orders from the Breaking Enemy Command, they were to seize the Tiger Fang warship even at the cost of their lives.

Moreover, refining Thunderbolts was no simple task. Not only did it require sourcing rare medicinal herbs to enhance their potency, but the person undertaking the refinement had to temper them day and night for three days and nights before they took shape.

As soon as the pistol was removed from her head, Jiang Qiao swiftly lifted it with one hand, pushing up the muzzle in Di Feng’s grasp.

With a thunderous boom, everyone in the room was instantly transported down a level, tumbling head over heels.

Zheng Feng emptied his glass of water in one gulp and handed it to Du. Her delicate face was flushed, her eyes shimmering like autumn water, and she had a gentle, demure demeanor that made him stare in fascination once again.

Qin Yiheng and Bai Kai were sitting on the floor, smoking. I asked a few questions, but Bai Kai just waved his hand, telling me not to get involved yet, and continued discussing something quietly with Qin Yiheng.

I asked Qin Yiheng, but he shook his head, telling me he’d been pondering as well but couldn’t discern the other party’s intentions. He suggested we carefully examine each room, one by one, to see if we could find any clues.

Mr. Bai Lao picked up the swirling teapot, poured tea into Emperor Xia Jing’s cup, then placed it on the tea table and made a gesture inviting him to drink.

Zhao Yun: At the banquet, I noticed Sun Ce and Zhou Yu whispering together and casting unfriendly glances at you—I suspect they mean you harm.

At the far end of the corridor behind the group, two men were approaching. One was built solidly and was the Ma family’s warrior, Pang De. However, upon seeing Ma Dai and the others, Pang De immediately clasped his hands and bowed respectfully. Clearly, the slightly teasing words just now hadn’t come from him.

Shao Yitian wasn’t in a hurry, knowing this couldn’t be rushed. Sometimes, the more you try to recall something, the less you can remember.

When Qin Tian and Feng Lingyue emerged from the distant void tunnel, coming out of the mist, they saw Luo Tianyi floating in the air, welcoming their return.

Dense streams of purple energy nearly solidified, and over time, they formed layer upon layer of purple cocoons, tightly wrapping Su Ling.

Finally, Liu Feng revealed a long-lost smile. It seemed he’d been a bit repressed lately; perhaps life should be this way—pay no mind to those who disturb your peace.

No sooner were the words spoken than the men in suits realized something was amiss. Before they could react, the firefighter had already rushed forward, punching one of them to the ground. In less than ten seconds, all the bodyguards stationed outside the company were laid out.

Seeing Liu Feng’s ferocity, the others became cautious. The mage retreated to avoid instant defeat, the shield warrior took the front, and the fighters followed alongside the hall master, who appeared to have some hidden profession—the weapon in his hand looked like a kunai.

Earlier, Qin Tian had tried sending troops for a direct assault, but Longling City remained steadfast and had more forces, so the attempt failed.

Meng Qi nodded. Nowadays, it’s no longer possible to secure a position solely through connections. If you take the post by force without winning people over, the outcome likely won’t be good.

Feeling his body grow heavy, Zhu Xuan lay down, switched off the lights, leaving only the dim night lamp glowing. “A good person? Am I a good person?” he silently laughed in his heart.

The flying boat moved extremely slowly. In a battlefield full of powerful figures, though both sides were still fighting, if the spiritual energy fluctuations became too intense, it would attract attention and lead to a siege.

After a Hollywood-style battle in the city, the Ma’anshan Yangtze Bridge looked as good as new, with no trace of last night’s earth-shattering gunfight and deadly struggle.

Night fell; the children had all gone home, leaving the gymnasium empty. Coach Wu Tong sat on the bench, troubled.

One task was to finish filming Liu Yan’s scenes. When Police Story began, Lin Mu planned to send off Liu Yan, A Jiao, and Da Mimi together. As for which roles they’d play, they’d see what characters Ding Sheng still had available.

“Boss, now that your identity as the Gambling King is public, you should bring more men when you go out. Whether it’s He Xin or those guys from Kenya, they all want to put you at a disadvantage,” Thunder advised kindly.

The old master was unconcerned, placing the freshly brewed tea in front of Lu You and inviting him to taste it.

After the dazzling appearance of Young Master Zhou on screen, the story finally began to warm and blossom into something beautiful.

November’s chill was setting in. Ye Yaotiao wore only a thin jacket and shivered from the cold.

“….” Li Chujun had repeatedly opened the system shop these past two days, but the options for food and medicine remained grayed out.

Besides, in Baby’s mind, nothing is greater than Mommy. This time Luo Lingxin was so badly hurt, Baby would surely help her vent her anger.