Chapter Fifty: A Visit

“From now on, spend less time with your third sister.”
“Why?” Before the words had even finished, Yahe Lu leapt out from Second Madam’s embrace.
She knew this would be the reaction!
Second Madam couldn’t help but poke her, this time not bothering to restrain her strength. “You’re too foolish. You don’t even realize when you’re being used as a pawn. Be careful, lest you get sold off like a piglet and end up helping them count the money!”
Yahe Lu’s fair skin flushed red under the poke.
She was indignant. Why attack her personally instead of just talking things through?
She was about to retort, but Second Madam cut her off. “Think carefully: all these years when you’ve done mischief together, isn’t it always you charging ahead while she stays behind strategizing? If someone finds out, she steps forward and plays the role of the good person.”
What?
“Marquis Quick...?” Seventh Daber stared at the man before him, barely able to believe his eyes.
On the second day after the press conference, the corporate phone lines at Huaxia New Science were overwhelmed. Most calls were from companies seeking collaboration—game studios, medical equipment manufacturers, new materials firms, and, of course, all kinds of tech companies.

The media, like sharks drawn by the scent of blood, scrambled to dig up Su Yiqing’s dark past. This has become the favorite routine of both journalists and netizens nowadays.
“Want me dead? Never!” Rahu said, standing by Liu Tianyou’s side. Suddenly, with a swift leap, he appeared in front of Ichio Yamamoto, grabbing him with one hand, while the other drew a blade and plunged it toward himself.
A square city floated in the pitch-black sky, countless green fireflies rising ceaselessly from below, bathing the entire cavern in a magical emerald glow that seemed wondrous and unreal.
“Ha! I don’t believe it. How about I show you some monkey staff moves?” The monkey, swaying as he spoke to Nezha, prepared to demonstrate.
Just as it raised its head, the great sword in An Yan’s palm swept around its neck, encircling it with a gust of icy wind.
The “Dragon Legion” could be slain, so could the Yaksha. Ying Feiyang, who had battled for some time, already had a plan in mind. He formed the Buddhist Wisdom Seal, and as his hand brushed the sword’s blade, a subtle, spherical swirl of sword energy arose—formless and intangible, seemingly real yet elusive.
Those of the Righteous Alliance, who had just been at a disadvantage, were now greatly encouraged. They sang praises and, their morale renewed, charged toward the Hungry Ghost Road.
Listening to Liu Tianyou, Murong Bo couldn’t help twitching his lips. He’d seen the Thunder Pearls of the Thunder Hall before, but could they really compare to the grenades in Liu Tianyou’s hands? The grenades’ power was far greater; the difference between the two was like night and day.
“Jiang Ming.” Shu Yu called softly, her voice heavy. She thought marriage would finally have her calling him “husband,” but now she addressed him by full name. Jiang Ming opened his eyes at once.
Last cold spring, before the ships were sealed, he returned briefly. He said nothing else, only that the northern border was frigid, and the families there had pinned their hopes for surviving the winter on those cotton clothes.

The demon god Mephisto’s expression darkened instantly; he understood exactly what Roger was about to say.
Even worse were the investment projects—utterly chaotic. For example, the funding for two new films could be managed in installments according to filming progress, but instead, all funds were released at once. This made it impossible to know if there was embezzlement in the crews, especially since not a single trusted confidant was present in any of them.
Since Qin Mohan dared to raise the Qin family banner, it meant he’d lost all patience and hope in the Chu dynasty.
As instructed, Shu Cheng sent him a secret letter every five days. The letters came on schedule, but contained nothing of importance. It had been a long time since any useful information arrived.
Now, martial artists from many other cities would travel thousands of miles to Guishan City, just to buy Nourishing Pill.
Qian’er hurried forward, helping him back onto the beauty couch. Seeing his weakened state, Lady Liu dared not disturb him further and urged Hua Yanyu to return.
After all, being mowed down by machine gun fire, the pain lasts only an instant—the worst outcome is death, and then everything ends.
He’d heard the other four young men privately complain: Wang Tianci’s younger brother, Wang Dayong, managed to enter District Two and secure a formal job with the Security Bureau.