Volume 1, Chapter 64: Da Kuan Has Powerful Backing!

"Damn that wretched scoundrel, he really played me!"

The moment I brought up the business, Sheng-ge was consumed with rage. After cursing a few times, he explained the situation to me.

No matter how you ran a simple video arcade, it was impossible to clear ten thousand bucks in a single night. However, if you paired the video arcade with "Northern girls," making ten thousand bucks a night suddenly became entirely possible.

A couple of days ago, Sheng-ge and Scarface Huang had crossed paths across the sea and accomplished two things: First, they found Wu Suxing to arrange for a "smuggler escort." Second, they met with Da Kuan to discuss using the video arcade as a cover to run the business involving the "Northern girls." This entire venture had been Scarface Huang's proposal.

With the experience gained from the first video arcade...

Everyone had been dismissed. Time slowly drifted by, and the flickering candlelight danced between bright and dim.

"Ah-Meng!" Xing Haodong held her tightly in a wave of heartache, pressing his burning lips deeply against her forehead.

Shen Wuan was the first to react, yet he said nothing at all. Instead, he scooped Qu Wurong up horizontally in his arms, leaped into the air, and vanished from everyone's sight with a few swift bounds.

All those past events remained fresh in his memory. He had detoxified me; he had healed my wounds; he had gone to Mount Mang on my behalf. Even knowing that I intended to take his life, even knowing that I carried another man's child, he had never felt fear or suspicion, never given up, and never once altered his heartfelt devotion to me.

At the time, Ji Wushuang looked at him coldly and remarked, "It's fine. You didn't mean to. Even missing a piece, it's still playable." He shivered all over, sensing that the matter would not end simply like this.

Two years ago, in a similarly exorbitantly expensive restaurant, he had worked as a waiter while Qi Yu was an honored guest at one of the tables.

Both shared equally ill-fated destinies. Now, with her mother imprisoned by the Grand Empress Dowager and her status as emperor leaving her powerless, the resentment lingering in her heart had faded considerably.

Medieval European noblemen frequently carried swords, typically worn on the left side. Men's buttons were placed on the right so that drawing a sword would not catch on their garments. Imagine how awkward it would be if the buttons were on the left and caught on your clothing as you drew your sword.

I felt a surge of nervousness, but immediately dismissed it as that hazy face vanished. Was it just my imagination?

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As it turned out, she had played the fool for five years. As it turned out, the promises she had made with all her pride back then were treated by him as a mere joke.

The remaining three elders naturally saw everything clearly and exchanged smiles, though those smiles carried an indescribable bitterness. This very scene had played out identically a thousand years ago.

Ye Mengmeng knew that her status was noble and that she was showered with affection from all sides; therefore, countless people orbited around her, currying favor and flattering her endlessly.

Coming out of the timeout, the semi-divine Carter dialed back the clock to his peak, scoring 7 points through drives and outside shooting to help the Grizzlies keep pace.

Though she was not well-acquainted with the Flower-Burialist, she figured the Flower-Burialist was not someone who would hesitate needlessly. What was she lingering over?

"You know what this is?" The Flower-Burialist had just asked before figuring it out herself. Back in the Tower of Spirits, Ling Jiu had already displayed vast reservoirs of knowledge. If she even recognized those primeval spirits, how could she not know of the ghouls and demons?

"The sea of fire seems safe for now. Let's go back and take a look," Ji Lingxuan stated calmly.

At this moment, the surrounding sunlight beat down fiercely, filtering through the dense foliage to leave scattered, starlight-like patches of radiance that bathed the young man in a gentle glow, lending his features an even softer, ethereal beauty.

Without a second thought, she prepared to bolt out the door—and make her escape. Alas, before she could execute the plan, the door was slammed shut by a sudden gust of violent wind.

Ghost Owl glanced at his attire and his appalling, explosive afro, thinking it utterly ruined a face so nearly identical to his own.

Chen Muqing's previously despairing gaze regained its radiance. She knew the situation had suddenly shifted; this must have been Lin Jinglong's arrangement.

At this thought, instead of dodging, he thrust the dagger in his hand viciously toward Halik's chest.

The five guards wielding long sabers lunged forward. With a sharp swish, they simultaneously drew their broadswords and surrounded Lin Jinglong.

Qin Yu's churning emotions finally returned to calm. Yet, he found himself pondering his next move.

Over the past few days, he could be certain that Qin Tian was hiding within this hundred-meter radius, but now he could no longer be sure, especially since so much time had dragged on.

After a meal, noticing the late hour and wishing to return home, the elderly woman did not try to stop them.

Upon learning that the Eastern Palace was holding grand mourning rituals and that court officials were visiting frequently, Empress Wu's expression grew increasingly dark and terrifying.

True to form, Wu Yucheng lunged forward, tightly grabbing Liu Ruoyun by the face as he prepared to bite down.

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The chosen one from the Camel Nation appeared somewhat wiser; he was practicing yoga, preferring to ponder problems while holding high-difficulty poses.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned his gaze toward Ren Yurui with a completely serious expression.

"Don't worry, with me here, everything will be fine. I will definitely drag these assassins out," Sun Qian said indignantly.

Liu Shanzhu did not have much money on hand, nor did he dare build a lavish house. Instead, he put up a simple thatched hut, just enough to live in temporarily and keep out the wind and rain.

Yet Ximen Que acted as though he felt nothing, charging straight toward Hua Tian. Though his mind was clouded, Ximen Que's cultivation realm of the Enlightenment Stage remained intact. Hua Tian's attack was clearly insufficient to kill him.

During his conversation with the Witch Ancestor Youli, Hua Tian finally understood why Youli had sent people to infiltrate the Eastern Continent. A few years ago, a shocking event had occurred among the Western Continent's witches: a faction of unknown cultivators, aided by evil witches, had directly stormed the Witch Holy Mountain and broken into the Witch Ancestor Palace.

This left Qin Chuan utterly astounded. When he had traveled to the Ultimate Trial Battlefield back then, it seemed he had crossed the shackles of time and space, though his cultivation realm had been too low at the time to perceive it.

"Yet in this duel, you are inferior to Jiutian. You lost thoroughly!" Ji Shaoyuan stated unsparingly.

However, matters had already reached this point, and since they had followed this far, there was no logical reason to stop now.

"Do you truly believe I wouldn't dare arrest you?" Jiang Yiyan had not expected Sun Qian to be so confident that he remained unfazed by her threats.

Once the "trunk" of the Secret Detective Guard was replaced and reconnected to its "branches," the unit would immediately be able to unleash terrifying power.

The boss finally emerged, feeling a mix of delight and lingering annoyance. The grilled eel rice bowl was his pride and joy, yet he hadn't highlighted it on the menu, tucking it away in the most inconspicuous spot instead—much like burying gold in the sand.

Only then did Ding Zhu realize that this Prime Minister Lin held the highest super-first-rank position in the Great Xia Dynasty, standing truly beneath one person and above ten thousand, someone whose very spit could drive three nails into the ground.

Monsters could scale the terrain easily, but the horses ridden by humans faced a greater challenge. Charged with momentum, all the galloping horses could do was collide directly with whatever lay ahead, carrying their riders along.

Only now did Liu Qi understand why Li Yan had handed all these matters over to him the moment he returned. Although these tasks had already been completed, merely reviewing the documents and discerning the underlying stakes was enough to induce a splitting headache.

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