Volume 1, Chapter 37: A Fool Who Ruined His Own Career!

"Your Highness!"

Broken Blade, casting aside all etiquette, lunged forward two steps and retrieved the medicine specifically designed to suppress the poison from the cabinet. "Your Highness, the medicine is here."

The protagonist did not even bother with water, swallowing the entire pill in one go.

As the medicine hit his tongue, it instantly suppressed the toxicity coursing through his body.

Five minutes later, Shi Xiaofeng had sealed the acupuncture points of four individuals suspected to be the ringleaders of the riot. For those whose pressure points he could not identify in time, he simply broke their bones and tendons—these men had commanded the rampaging mob to assault people and loot shops, and he felt no sympathy for them.

While waiting, the working group's attitude underwent a significant shift. Initially, they had dismissed the possibility of such an event, but now that the situation seemed genuinely dire, they began to take matters seriously. They brought water to Ye Zhen and even refilled his cup without him having to ask.

Another man in black shouted furiously and lunged forward to fight, but was held back by a third man. After they exchanged a few words, he glared fiercely at Shi Xiaofeng and stepped back. The third man stepped forward, let out a loud shout, braced himself in a horse stance, then held his left arm across his chest and thrust his right fist out, punctuating the move with another angry roar.

Leopold was in a wretched state, yet he ignored Sun Ruodan's advice, gathering his remaining strength to launch a desperate, frantic charge toward him.

White Fox pulled several sets of clothes from the wardrobe and laid them out for him. Mou Yichen looked at White Fox and gave a bitter smile; it felt as if, ever since she entered his life, he had lost the ability to take care of himself.

Upon entering Dayou Cave, the light brightened and the drizzle ceased. It was truly a case of two worlds separated by a single mountain. After traveling a bit further by boat, Young Master Gong invited Meng Long to disembark and ascend a flight of stairs, leaving the boatman to wait there.

Lan Yu had drunk too much too quickly and seemed to have blacked out, yet this specific conversation was etched clearly in her memory. Through their unintended dialogue, she had discovered that Ding Zhen was the very assassin who had once attacked Ivan.

Lan Yu wanted to set a day for their reunion; she would begin her search, determined to find a way to see Ivan once more.

If one were to add the world-class, cutting-edge weapons recently developed by China, it would surely become a top-tier combat force, and it was not impossible for it to become the pillar of the nation.

"Whoa, acting tough, are we? Why can't we get closer?" a few soldiers heading out asked the guard, eyeing him.

Cang Yun looked back and forth; Ping Qing and Ping Jian had him pinned, one in front and one behind. Before the two thousand-foot-tall manifestations of the Imperial Ghosts, Cang Yun was like a mayfly before a tree.

Last time, when his memory of the system fragments improved, he had broken into this place only to leave in a hurry. This time, Jiang Tian attempted to push open the gate ahead, but it was still like a mayfly trying to shake a tree; the gate remained utterly motionless.

"Haha, Shen Wuxue, you want to slaughter the city? Do you really think that's possible?" Lin Ke looked toward Shen Wuxue's position with a face full of disdain and spoke coldly.

"I recall that only Wind God Seven uses a grappling hook as a secondary weapon in the game. Could he be Wind God Seven?" Luo Yunyu glanced at Lin Ke, then looked at Luo Yun with a puzzled expression.

Don't ask why there were still so many zombies after over four hundred million had been wiped out; the city's population had exceeded one and a half billion by official count, and in reality, it was likely even higher.

Unlike Rean, after packing away his equipment, Aike returned to the student dormitory with his cloth bag slung over his shoulder. Sara, who had been missing for the entire day, finally appeared before the dormitory, grumbling with an annoyed look on her face.

Liu Peng kept his hands tucked into the wide sleeves of his Daoist robe, seemingly indifferent to Zhang Xingxing, a master at the "early stage of the acquired realm."

In the Great World of Mt. Sumeru Beyond the Heavens, the power of a holy body ultimately provides one with true, tangible strength.