Chapter 33: The Swindler
Heavens!
Huang Yunxuan looked at Feng Xu’s fierce, menacing demeanor, and her heart trembled; the tears in her eyes grew even more aggrieved.
“Speak quickly! I don’t have time to waste words with you.”
Feng Xu’s gaze turned cold. At this moment, he drew a syringe from the folds of his sleeve.
“You! You’re being absolutely unreasonable! I’m freezing out here in the middle of the night…”
If it weren’t for this, how could Aliang and the others have ordered the Fire Lion to kill Long Yuan on sight, without asking questions, as soon as they found him?
You can’t always wield the stick and never offer the carrot. Since Chiyu insisted on playing the villain, he would play the good cop.
Although he was still anxious to return to Earth, he understood that this was not something that could be accomplished in a short time.
He held no fondness for Ao Wuchang whatsoever, and as for Ao Wuchang’s so-called senior brother, he was even less civil.
The enormous serpent’s head lunged downward, aiming for Long Yuan’s chest. Long Yuan let go, leaping up to land atop the serpent’s head. Taking two steps forward, he positioned himself precisely three inches from the vital spot. He raised both hands, arched his back, and wrenched the upper jaw of the Blood Orchid Mad Python.
However, Chu Yu only gave a cold snort. She did not blame Wang Chao and the security guards; instead, her gaze fixed on Huang Sanjian.
Those with weaker auras bowed down instantly before this overwhelming force, let alone dared to make a move.
The pressure from the shockwave grew ever more unbearable for Long Teng. He immediately bent low and executed the Sovereign’s Step. His body surged forward. The Shadow Phantom Blade, which had been aimed at his brow, skewed off by several inches, slicing past his right ear.
Yet their sacrifice wounded the foreign Emperor. A gaping crack appeared on his chest, blood gushing forth, and even his spiritual sense seemed to dim.
The matron’s expression soured; she had not expected Qi Xinrou to humiliate Shen Muwan in public like this.
“Does Your Highness regret your choice back then?” The head eunuch, Sanbao, finally caught the hidden meaning in his master’s words.
The Second Madam was weeping as if the old lady were her own mother. Shen Muwan turned her head to glance at the Fifth Madam, said nothing, and turned away again.
“Brother Emperor.” Though his voice was hoarse, Qi Jinyan still called out to him.
It seemed Yu Zhenglong had already made up his mind—everyone tacitly agreed and unanimously recommended Xiang Fan as acting president! They flattered him with praise about his youth and promise, as if afraid he might refuse the position.
Compared to battling mutated monsters for food, most powerful Evolvers chose a much easier path.
Then, seeing Zhao Cheng smiling and even handing him a cigarette, seemingly with no ulterior motive, Miao Xu finally began to relax.
“When summer vacation comes, let’s visit our eldest sister. It’s been so long since we’ve seen her—I really do miss her,” Ye Ran said, pinching the bridge of her nose. The last time Ye Wushuang came back was during the Spring Festival holiday.
Though he had long admired this man, with others present, Wei Qing did not allow his respect to show, for fear the other two might take offense.
Just then, Shen Muwan caught sight of a familiar figure ahead. She smiled and was about to walk over, when a sharp pain seized her heart.
In the military tent, everyone remained perfectly still, watching the two tigers intently, afraid that the slightest sound might disturb them.
Of the seven in the arena, seeing someone intervene at the last moment, all were furious, glaring at Xiao Feng and his companions as they forced their way in.
Wang Xiang saw that the drunkard had already had too much and wanted to have someone drag him out at once. But as he looked up, he suddenly saw the man’s eyes flashing with a sharp, sober light, and Wang Xiang was startled—this was no drunkard, but someone keenly alert. He immediately stopped what he was doing.