Chapter 39: Taking Action

None dared to approach.
They, too, sensed the invisible force flowing around Feng Xu, a faint but potent energy.
Feng Xu’s strength was at least on par with a Grandmaster.
“Big Brother! Don’t waste words on this brat. He’s a traitor anyway; if we act now, it’s justice.”
“Well said...”
These men immediately bowed and scraped, chiming in, “We greet the Lord!” Clearly, their obeisance was directed at Lin Xi’s noble title. After all, not many were granted lordship in the Han Empire—such honors were reserved for those with great achievements.
Now, separated from the Fallen Flower Wolfpack, everyone here belonged to Ye Xiu. Ye Xiu pondered briefly, then offered a simple explanation.
Just as when Sun Cheng was once spared by him, he always felt after the Battle of Las Vegas that the Red Spider never settled accounts with him—not only because they couldn’t gauge his motives, but also because they looked down on him.
To fall into madness was a deadly taboo for martial artists; if one could not recover in time, at best it meant crippling injuries and a loss of skill, at worst, death.
Zhao Ze let out a cold laugh, ordered Lin Hao to sign the confession, then dismissed him.
After two exchanges, Wu Tian finally grasped Hong Jun’s strategy—it seemed Hong Jun was simply stalling for time.
Now, Qin Meng’s cheeks flushed. Suddenly hearing that address, she realized she too was entangled in the web of clan alliances and marriages.
Sun Cheng nodded slightly. With his approval, he casually picked a low-grade Decepticon laborer from the attackers’ base, eager to get it back to his own facility, before meeting a troublesome heavyweight.
“What’s this?” Zhou Quan, seeing Cai Li in this state, recalled certain Japanese educational films, and felt a surge of excitement.
Lin Hao touched his nose, puzzled as to why Dog Egg’s temper had grown so fierce lately. Once, they could joke around; now, even that was impossible.
Clad in a spotless white gown that could not conceal her striking figure, she murmured, breathtaking and beautiful, her cool, refined face tinged with confusion.
Did Jiang Che foresee this day, and in his fury, vent in such a manner?
“Our Economic Development Office mainly handles external investment promotion, project construction, and data statistics,” Jiang Xiangyang stated truthfully.
Having driven several times today and spent half the day in the police station, Jiang Xiangyang felt truly exhausted. Not yet eight o’clock, he washed up and lay on the bed, the night still young, and unable to sleep, picked up his phone and randomly started a movie.
The person in charge looked fearful; he never expected Yang Mei to possess such strength.
As she had said, she could not bear to wait another moment. From the instant she learned Liu Rulong was now in Xinhai, her resolve was absolute.
Qin Ke’er stumbled forward, hands scraping the rough ground, her tender skin torn. The pain shot through her brain, and her nostrils were filled with the sickening stench of rotten eggs.
In a man’s words, every other room in the house was a mess; only this one was fit for sleeping.
K sat back in the sofa, lit a cigarette, his deep black gaze watching through the curling white smoke, as if witnessing a drama unrelated to himself. His profile was as still as a silhouette cut from black paper. An unnerving silence, thick with anxiety, spread throughout the room.
The main component of alcohol is ethanol. Upon entering liver cells, ethanol oxidizes into acetaldehyde. Both ethanol and acetaldehyde directly damage liver cells, causing fatty degeneration, and even necrosis.