Volume 1 Chapter 25 Then I Shall Resign

At the sound of the voice, everyone present turned in unison. Not far away, Fu Mingyuan was walking toward them, dressed in a black suit. He moved with a composed and calm grace, as if he were wandering through the world’s opulence, like stars traversing the night sky. That air of indifference and tranquility instantly descended upon the lively bar, casting a chill as if layers of ice had been applied to the room. He was followed by two brawny bodyguards wearing dark sunglasses.

Upon seeing that it was Fu Mingyuan, Wei Guoxiong sobered up by at least thirty percent. He had no idea why Fu Mingyuan would suddenly appear here, but he could not afford to worry about that now. He immediately straightened his suit, bowed his head, and hurried over. "Young Master, have I disturbed your leisure? I was just..."

This time, Shenxing Wuji did not answer for Ye Yuhuan; he simply gripped her hand tightly, looking at her with an encouraging gaze.

"Dad, don't get too worked up. The doctor said your condition cannot handle such excitement." Xia Yutian hurriedly picked up a cloth to wipe the water off the coffee table, then cleaned up the shattered teacup.

Having spent years traveling for work, she was intimately familiar with the flight schedules in City A. At this hour, only flights arriving from Los Angeles were landing. Rumors suggested that the daughter of the Cen family had abandoned her family's crisis a month ago to elope, and Han Siyou happened to have been abroad for exactly one month. Everything was just too coincidental.

Next, Jordan took the initiative to pressure Sun Zhuo, testing whether he could still deliver good passes or score brilliantly under his defense.

"Your Majesty, may I first ask what relationship you have with Wuyang? And why should we tell you anything? How can we be sure you aren't an advance scout for Dragon Island?" Chai Zhiling’s words were biting, yet he truly could not fathom what was going on.

For three years, he had meticulously cared for her family; his concern permeated every part of her life. Speaking of being inadequate, how much better was she than Lin Zhenghao? Clearly, she cared deeply, yet she chose to feign coldness. Her father was getting on in years; it seemed it was time to put an end to this war with him.

The thicker arc of lightning appeared like a massive black beam of light, as wide as the ancient trees outside. Merely looking at it was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

If he took Shen Jun back to Flower City, Shen Jun would have no way to escape. But if he did, what awaited him would be his sister’s ruthless punishment: either being locked away in a sunless underground dungeon or having his cultivation destroyed.

"Oh my, I never expected that the fourth one would be the first of our 'Four Evil Young Masters' to become a father!" Er Niu said, flicking his fingers in a delicate gesture.

Suddenly, I became very lost, feeling as though I had lost my direction. My heart was filled with increasingly complex emotions, and my anxiety grew deeper.

The person pouring cup after cup of top-tier tea into his mouth was none other than Meng Yan’s father, Old Daoist Meng. Surprisingly, Old Daoist Meng was not in Jintan.

"I do have that idea, but it is not yet fully refined. I think our Traditional Chinese Medicine Association should establish a charitable organization to provide free medical consultations for patients who cannot afford care. At the same time, we can call on society to donate. Of course, the donations wouldn't have to be money; people could donate clothes and daily necessities," Zhang Zhen said with a serious expression.

His mother was also born into the Li family, a prestigious clan in the royal capital. Yet, his snobbish uncle, wanting to avoid being dragged down by her, had forbidden her from ever stepping foot in the Li household again. Even when his mother fell into a life of prostitution, he remained coldly indifferent and turned a blind eye.

Qing Ning had an intellectual disability and was destined to live under the protection of others. Therefore, Qing Lin had found him, hoping he could provide Qing Ning with a stable life.

Opening his red robe, Xi Ziyan took out a specially crafted "Frost-Biting Dagger," which was wreathed in extremely cold elements.

"With your speed, five days is enough. If you don't arrive, how much longer will it take?" Qingge asked suspiciously.

"What? Killing the City Lord of Immortal City is a grave crime. Have you made sure who did it?" Ye Luosha could not help but frown. It was not that there were no people in the Immortal World capable of killing an Immortal City Lord, but one rarely encountered such a thing even in ten thousand years. She never expected to run into it herself.

After seeing off Du Yiyao, Luo Rulong checked the time; it was past four in the morning, and there was still some time before dawn. He decided to find a large tree, jumped onto a horizontal branch, and began to meditate.

After bathing and playing in the water for a while, Li Ningyu and Duan Tong returned to their tent. However, just after letting Duan Tong enter first, Li Ningyu turned his head and whispered to the outside: "What is it? Can’t sleep through the long night? Do you want me to help you two?"

"The beauty of the garden cannot be contained; a spray of apricot blossom reaches over the wall." A leisurely voice rang in my ear, and then a flamboyant figure appeared before everyone. The dandy held a folding fan, swaying it left and right, his eyes squinted in intoxication with his own poetic prowess. It was none other than that lecherous rogue.

In fact, it was just as Qiu Shaoze had thought; overnight, all the factions had learned that Qiu Shaoze had returned to Mu City with his wife, Shang Mengqi.

The next morning, Tang Liquan rose early to check on Feng Tongyi’s condition, only to find Zhu Sihua and A Luo squatting in the corridor outside, staring at Feng Tongyi’s room. Upon asking, he learned that Feng Tongyi had risen before dawn and had been sitting outside, and that she had requested Gao Guan to find her a sword.

Damn it, my insults are actually this powerful? I slashed at him with a sword and it didn't seem to faze him, but who would have thought that cursing at him would actually make him bleed? Xiao Rang was stunned for a moment, then he grinned triumphantly and began cursing even more recklessly.

I wonder if Junior Brother Fang Xuan shares the same personality. Fortunately, Zhu Qing had his limits and stopped just in time, not letting Fang Xuan become further embarrassed.

"Nothing, just asking!" Li Ningyu's words seemed to leave Princess Louise with no way to respond, and she eventually had to change the subject. But none of this could escape the notice of the sharp-minded Li Ningyu.

The Far East Group relied on its economic foundation to vigorously develop its naval military power, jumping to become one of the world's few giants in just a few short decades. Now, even the old Eurasian Tsarist Empire had bowed at the feet of the Far East, forcing the Dutch authorities to reconsider the situation.

"You lecher, get lost! Get away from me! Being near you is just too damn embarrassing!" Xiao Rang glared at the rogue with great disdain and hurriedly sidestepped.

"What are you roaring about? I'm here!" Liyang’s voice rang out from the distance, followed by the sound of noisy footsteps approaching from the end of the street. I turned my head and saw Liyang leading a large group of evolved warriors, rushing toward us.

The stirrings of the outside world grew increasingly clear, as if they were chanting in her ear. She shook her head in frustration, trying to cast aside those chaotic thoughts.

If she said it now, he would change; what would she have to watch or laugh at in the future? At the very least, she had to wait until she had laughed enough before she went to tell him.

"No, but we don't need to build a catapult." Xie Zhi silently added to herself that while she couldn't build a catapult, she had the blueprints for one, which Uncle Jia Yi had brought out of the palace years ago.

"Yes, it's true. I never thought this day would really come. Li'er is truly my lucky star." Mo Yu Jingchen patted their shoulders, his heart softening at the thought of Ji Zili.