Volume 1, Chapter 35: Meeting Scarred Huang Again

"Brother Gang, I’ve found Zhen the Braid."

The words of Saliva Quan immediately grabbed my full attention. Zhen the Braid had run off, taking two thousand yuan of Brother Sheng’s money with her. Brother Sheng hadn't held it against me, but it remained a thorn in my side. I had trusted her so much, and yet she had deceived me!

"Where is she?"

"A customer just told me he saw her at Banzai’s video arcade!"

What? A shock went through me. Could it be that Zhen the Braid had colluded with Banzai? This matter was becoming troublesome. Saliva Quan lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Gang, should we consult with Brother Sheng?"

I thought it over. This matter, Brother Sheng...

Liu Xian’er skipped along ahead, feeling as though something were missing. Wasn't she out looking for the great hero Feng Er? Where should she go to find him?

With such a wonderful vision before him, Director He had been in high spirits for three days straight. As the end of the year approached, he announced a three-day break right after the final scene was shot at four in the afternoon on the twenty-eighth day of the lunar calendar.

These events seemed far too coincidental. If Lu Xiaoxiao hadn't performed well or if Feng Hua Jue Dai hadn't intended to write this story, none of it would have come to pass. In any case, Qin Xianhua’s people had left, and Liao Feng was currently lying motionless in the studio, showing no desire to resume filming. Sister Qin urged Lu Xiaoxiao that if she hadn't adjusted her state of mind, she might as well not come in.

The Lantern Festival arrived in the blink of an eye. Whether it was the New Year or the Lantern Festival, these traditions had been brought in by migrants. Though the influence of the Wu family had slightly dampened the liveliness of the streets, gatherings and feasts were still numerous. Those with larger family estates set up lanterns in their own courtyards, making them even more bustling than the streets.

As long as Lu Xiaoxiao could prove she was worth the price, Xu Jiamu was willing to accept even a higher figure.

The police officers were all stunned. What was going on? Why were they receiving direct orders? They hadn't even received the briefing yet.

Although he had returned to Mingzhou, where spiritual energy was relatively thin, Long Qingshuang had previously sealed more than half of his internal spiritual power with the Dragon Gate Thirteen Needles, so he had faced no issues despite staying there for several days.

Prefect Lu considered himself wise, but he had failed to anticipate that some of the fleeing infected had died in water sources, while others had been devoured by wild beasts that wandered into distant mountains, only to be hunted and brought back by hunters from the outer city.

Ding Feng looked around at the bustling hall filled with diners and asked in a loud, casual voice.

Although those flames looked no different from ordinary fire, was that truly the case?

Chopin was also watching him. Just as he was about to walk toward him, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and wrapped around him.

"Squad leader." Fu Jian, who was driving, turned serious. He didn't slow the vehicle down, but the way his hands gripped the steering wheel showed his muscles were tense.

In the end, Bayern Munich defeated Schalke 04 by 2:1, achieving a domestic double for the season—their most familiar posture. The wretched Coach Rangnick had spent the year challenging Bayern with his miners, only to end up empty-handed with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, another soft shout was heard from Xue. Five hundred clusters of blood mist converged to form a massive sphere of blood, which spun as it hovered in the air, radiating an astonishing aura.

Otherwise, he would have likely collapsed from the injuries to his internal organs and died an unnatural death before even escaping the borders of the Land of Fire.

"I think that's a question for you. Who exactly are you?" Qian Yanba asked with a challenging tone.

In the eight fierce battles of the round of 16, the match between China and France was full of ups and downs, and the other seven matches were not short on drama either.

"As long as everyone is eliminated, that's fine, right? We have no objections." Noticing the referee’s gaze, the captain of the Orange Kingdom nodded with a smile.

Though the two lacked peerless martial arts, their internal energy cultivation, body-tempering techniques, and movement skills were all top-tier three-star arts or higher—a configuration considered first-class among players.

Furthermore, even if Atletico Madrid succeeded in a counter-press, Real Madrid would quickly rally to surround them, exposing Atletico's poor ball-handling ability under pressure.

"What? You again?" Yue Qi looked at the fatty, puzzled, thinking to himself that this dead fatty couldn't possibly have such poor taste, could he? To even flirt with a creature like that?

After a few such disturbances were easily settled by Yang Fei'er, business slowly began to wane.

Ji Mo frowned, reached into his ring to retrieve a sword, and stepped back, ready to strike at any moment.

After all, Falcao had scored twice in the previous round against one of the other five top La Liga teams. As for his zero shots against Real Madrid, it only placed him further under scrutiny.

Zhen Lianlian realized she had spoken out of turn and stopped following, watching him enter the inn instead.

With stoppage time included, the match had about ten minutes left; two goals were a fairly safe margin.

He looked at Li Tianxiu carefully, his heart skipping a beat as he silently cursed: Could it be her?

Then, the chair beneath Zhen Shijie exploded, and he was thrown heavily to the ground, creating a shallow pit even in the marble floor.

"I know, you've been reckless more than once," Su Qingqiao said in a faint voice.

The moment he arrived in the world of ice and snow, he knew this Ice Festival was an otherworldly realm within the Divine Space, created by the World Sword.

Pangu Tu’s lips were trembling now, and the rhythmic tapping of the withered hand inside the blood coffin suddenly accelerated like ten thousand galloping horses. Countless blood pythons became exceptionally agitated upon hearing it, baring their fangs and hissing.

Zhan Yuchan was like a lotus on an iceberg—sacred and inviolable. Unlike her cold, elegant temperament, Lan Que was like a ray of warm sun in the depth of winter, making one feel a sense of reality.

Reaching into his storage ring, he took out a few medicinal pills and swallowed them, feeling the burning pain in his chest subside significantly.

This night was another sleepless one. It wasn't just the Northern Kingdom that felt this way; those staying temporarily on Mount Shu for the opening of the Sword Tomb were so excited they couldn't sleep. In these short three days, even more formidable opponents had arrived, all waiting for the grand occasion after dawn.

Mother and Father eventually left with the four men in black, leaving Lan and Bai alone at home.