Volume 1, Chapter 37: Just Let It Go Like This?

"Screw your mother!"

The lackeys around Scarface Huang were driven to the brink of insanity by my two sentences, shouting and waving their machetes, ready to strike. Scarface Huang’s expression turned icy, his eyes boring into me with vicious intent. I didn't flinch, staring right back. After all, I had the stool in my hand; if things really turned violent, I’d use it to block their blades!

"Enough! Everyone shut the hell up!" Scarface Huang roared, and the scene fell silent. He then grabbed a machete from one of his thugs and pointed it at me. "I'm giving you one way out today! That foolish woman behind you owes me twenty thousand. You take on this debt, and you can take her with you!..."

"Very well, then I shall accompany you!" Mu Xifeng turned to look at Ao Tianxing, his mind made up to visit that place and uncover the truth. Having assassinated over three thousand Golden Immortals, Young Master Mu had never encountered a situation like this. Pausing to survey the terrain, he realized the cultivator was positioned exactly in the center of the entire military camp. At that moment, he knew there was something fishy going on.

The carriage came to a halt, and the three of them stepped out one by one. A deacon from the Magic Guild was already waiting at the entrance. Mu Xifeng felt helpless regarding the "Half-God" Zhou; he couldn't defeat the old man in a fight, nor could he talk him into leaving. The man just hovered behind him, pestering him, leaving Young Master Mu with a sense of utter despair.

Footsteps at the entrance suddenly stopped, and a bead of sweat rolled down Liu Shengqiang’s hand as he gripped his gun. Suddenly, the footsteps returned, but it was clear they were retreating into the distance. Had he been discovered? Thinking this, Liu Shengqiang jumped up and rushed out the door in pursuit.

Tong En agreed absentmindedly, looking at the food left on her plate, though her appetite had completely vanished.

"But I don't know who you are. How am I supposed to find you later?" I immediately raised my question.

Li Qiang usually took the first shot, and Taidler watched him intently. Zhou Mingchuan and the black guy were also eager to jump in, preparing to flank him from both sides. Li Qiang made two feints and, sure enough, began his drive.

This realization left him feeling faintly frustrated and uncomfortable. Many people lined up just to have some connection to him, yet she seemed to avoid him at all costs. He didn't take out the monthly pass card; if she were to deny it outright, there would be no room for maneuvering.

The man who had been given the instructions felt an inexplicable sense of unease and couldn't help but remind the other party.

To avoid complications, Wang Dong decided to resolve the threats at those few locations immediately. He wasn't planning to kill everyone, but rather to turn them—or more accurately, to threaten them.

In his frustration, Min Ziguan suddenly recalled his soul leaving his body and was stunned. He didn't know if this state signified death or an advancement.

Indeed, upon hearing this, Zhuge Liang was filled with hatred. "Gan Ning, you blockhead! Zhuge Jin’s wife is also in Jiangdong. To the sisters, seeing the Qiao sisters or seeing their sister-in-law, what difference does it make?"

The cruelty of the Qingzhou soldiers was now on full display. They wouldn't kill the isolated Jingzhou soldiers immediately; instead, they would taunt them, waiting until the soldiers were filled with despair or boiling with rage, before laughing loudly and swarming them to finish them off.

Just as the chaos unfolded, Ma Yunlu finally returned. With such a major incident involving the gang, she couldn't stay out of it. Seeing Chen Long, who had just written a poem for her, lying on the ground wounded, her heart skipped a beat. It seemed she couldn't distance herself from this accidental assassination of Huai Yang.

Zhou Tai commanded his troops to engage "Guan Ping," ordering his fighting ships to sandwich the smaller scout ships trying to fish in troubled waters. The Jiangdong navy had clear roles: some used long halberds to hook the Jingzhou scout ships, while another fighting ship pulled alongside, unleashed a rain of arrows, and then boarded to slaughter the soldiers.

He started the car, made a U-turn, pressed the accelerator, and drove out of Lingshan Cemetery. About five minutes later, SWAT officers intercepted him.

"I never imagined that a ninja who could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Itachi Uchiha would end up like this, not even leaving behind a corpse," Yamashiro Aoba sighed.

His injuries hadn't healed yet, and the struggle aggravated them. Before he could finish his cursing, he groaned and collapsed back onto his pillow.

The four of them chatted and laughed as they arrived at the third-floor restaurant. After ordering a sumptuous dinner, they found a table and waited for the food, chatting as they did so.

The exchange between the two did not last long. After about a quarter of an hour, the cultivator rose to leave, and Fang Yan returned to his original secret chamber.

After sitting in the yamen’s guard room for a while, Hong Lin and Hu Zun returned to the inn. They had wasted a good bag of tea on Head Constable Shi, but they were too lazy to drink it, merely rinsing their mouths before calling it a day.

The Wind Dragon had once helped humanity destroy the Elven race. Now that the friction between humans and elves was growing increasingly intense, who could guarantee the Wind Dragon wouldn't aid the humans again?

Furthermore, their fathers were the Emperors of Great Chu and Great Han, respectively, and the two monarchs had severed personal ties decades ago with no improvement. If either of these favored princes were to lose an arm or a leg, it would be like pouring oil on the already strained relations between the two nations, potentially tearing a massive rift in the heavens.

Fang Yan was already accustomed to the old man’s habit of appearing and disappearing at will. Although the old man was temporarily staying in the Qiankun Ring, his cultivation was so high that he didn't need to notify Fang Yan when entering or leaving. It had been several months since his last appearance; it seemed he had finally recovered from his previous losses.

Then, seeing a cat jump onto Sima Rong’s head, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

If Chu Wuli hadn't had a plan, he wouldn't have come. Finding something underground was no different from finding a needle in a haystack, especially since the Ten-Thousand-Year Jade Heart was a sentient object, not a stationary one—it could shift its position at any time. Searching in such a massive karst cave, they would likely get lost before ever finding the Jade Heart.

On the night of the auction, Luo Nan received an invitation and took the Lin sisters to the Pearl International Hotel, observing the entire auction process.

At this moment, Long Teng sat cross-legged in the void, exerting every effort to consolidate his current cultivation and refine the white soul energy within his body, ensuring it would no longer be a hidden danger. After all, with such a bomb by his side, he dared not imagine what kind of disaster might occur in the future.

Qin Yu smiled helplessly. He had thought that after five years, Qiu Ruo would have become more steady, but it seemed that as soon as she left the mountain, she returned to her old self.

The bag was thrown again. This time, neither Hu Yan nor Yun Moyu saw it coming, and it struck Yun Moyu directly on the shoulder. The metal clip of the bag left a terrifying red mark on her skin.

On the seabed, littered with coral debris, Xing Mu’s fleet navigated the cleared waterway and arrived at Jue Tian Reef. The moment they stepped onto the island, the sky was bright, and it was only then that Xing Mu realized he had been followed all along.