Chapter 80: Why Should I Be With You?

Shen Liangyan left with his hands in his pockets, pushing open the door.

Lei Yuting arrived at the Nanshan Villa by car half an hour later. As he passed Shen Liangyan, he grabbed his hand.

“What happened?”

On the phone, Shen Liangyan had only told him to pick up Jing Li, without mentioning a word about what had occurred.

“Take care of your cousin.”

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Because of his injury, he had missed several recent actions with the Guard Platoon and had been brooding over it ever since. Now, seizing the chance as Liu Lang returned from the front line, he was determined not to stay in the field hospital any longer and insisted on joining the Guard Platoon. Liu Lang had no choice but to let him be, since there likely wouldn’t be any military operations in the coming days.

Only then did Zhao Qingyan poke her head out from under the pillow, her hair a wild mess, looking like the rind of a melon.

“I’ve disabled the doctor you brought in. What are you going to do now?” Tang Feng asked, half in jest, half in earnest.

Indeed, the enemy’s response was swift and fierce. Outside the city gates, the Japanese puppet troops within the dozens of meters attack range immediately scattered from the road, concealed themselves on the ground, and fired towards the battlements, vigilant and launching preemptive shooting. Since the opponent was nearby and would have to expose themselves to shoot, they struck first.

The Suomi submachine gun had already made the future general envious with its formidable firepower during the campaign against the 20th Division. Now, he finally found an opportunity for some extortion.

Li Tianchen’s eyes flickered slightly—he truly hadn’t expected that Du Tianxuan, the deputy commander guarding Yunlou Palace, would have such a connection to the Soul Clan.

Yet at this moment, seeing Lin Yi return unscathed, even though the conversation he’d overheard between Lin Yi and the head of the Li family hadn’t gone smoothly, it did confirm that Lin Yi and Zhang Hongtao’s judgment had been correct.

Nevertheless, Li Huanhuan still felt no sense of security. Lin Yi had long wanted to chat with this girl, but never knew what to say. After all, sparring with her had become routine, and whenever she started, whatever he’d wanted to say would be forgotten in an instant.

Ouyang Rong couldn’t help but glance back at the steward monk of the Beitian Orphanage, whose face was flushed red from drink.

“I’ve spoken to them over there. For now, I won’t go back. I’ll stay here and help you fight monsters,” Tang said straightforwardly.

dephh rushed into the main hall, instantly scoring a headshot kill, but as he sprinted up the slope aiming to take out the enemy at A door, another enemy concealed behind the wooden boards emerged and took him out with a headshot.

“The Global Infinite Task Class? You really do surprise me all of a sudden—what made you think of it?” Pierce praised with a smile.

At the director’s command, a modified Kun-style fighter jet took the lead, hovering over Jiuliang Island according to the radar’s instructions. Slung beneath its belly was a disc-shaped device—a sonic cannon—which could emit sound waves at a set frequency. With so many frequencies, there was bound to be one that would affect the monsters.

Helan Kangnian, the wily old fox, saw right through Lin Xuqiu’s intentions at a glance. But since he had come to his turf, leaving wouldn’t be so easy.

Because Ning Nanxu disliked being under control for too long, Jin Feng never scheduled events back to back; there were always breaks to rest in between, especially given Ning Nanxu’s picky taste in scripts.

That connection of blood ties always manages to weave a subtle bond between people.

Both economic and tactical support were ample—so much so that teammates would sometimes forgo buying armor or even weapons just to pool resources for Gu Yiran to get an AWP sniper rifle.

After briefly recounting her situation, she voluntarily offered to wait outside the cave, not wanting to disturb Xiao He in the slightest.

Leslie could hardly believe it—as the Grand Elder of the Elven Clan, to not know who their own monarch was—had the old man finally lost his mind?