Chapter 48: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes

“This—!” Phil was just about to speak, but Yeliko’s glance seemed intent on erasing him from existence. He nodded rapidly in response.

Inside the hotel’s reception hall, security personnel swiftly entered, taking up posts at regular intervals around the room.

“Feng Xu, rest assured, this hotel—”

Perhaps to prove the young general’s words true, though the Flying Eagle Bandits fought fiercely to the death, they could not withstand the soldiers who attacked with the ferocity of wolves and tigers. In the end, the bandits, left with no other choice, set a great fire at the mountain pass to block the soldiers’ advance and then disappeared without a trace.

Ye Ying was the most skilled fighter among the Flying Eagle Society, and his personal guards included many experts as well. Once they joined the battle, the situation improved considerably.

If this could resolve Qin Mengyao’s inexplicable enmity toward him, he certainly wouldn’t mind putting on an even deeper display of affection.

The moment the two sides clashed, his heavily reinforced center began to show signs of collapse. Liu Zhiyuan could no longer remain seated; leading what was supposed to be his reserve force, he charged forward into the fray.

It was as if—well, if you just wanted to peep without being discovered, there were thousands upon thousands of ways to do it.

Yet, as always, his attempt to grab was easily blocked by the swordsman in black, the blade stopping a mere three inches from his chest.

Zhu Tong and his men were as slippery as eels, darting about the Zhaitiantang stronghold, never clashing head-on with their pursuers. This drove the bandits chasing them to the brink of fury, but there was nothing they could do.

Beneath its feet, and in the wake of its companions, nothing remained but endless yellow sand.

“I love you!” The moment Taeyeon spoke, Ning Yi’s pupils contracted sharply. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but at that moment, an inexplicable force compelled him to close it and choose to listen in silence.

Fang Yiwei was panting heavily, needing a moment to compose his thoughts. After a second, he decisively grabbed Liu Ningbo’s hand and dashed toward the elevator, pressing the button to go down.

Zhao Defang, now caught up in the fun of it, watched as Wen Xu prepared to cast all the nets from the boat into the river.

Zuo Zongtang hadn’t even finished scolding when the defeated soldiers below began to murmur; soon, everyone joined in, and at last, all their voices merged into a single chant.

Whether she did well or meddled too much, Dalang was the old matron’s favorite. It was not her place to speak.

“Now that you’ve met the person, when do you plan to leave Zheng State and this battlefield?” Ji Liushang, visibly impatient and unwilling to beat around the bush, asked directly. He might be able to deceive others, but during the alliance of the Three Kingdoms, he and his companion had deceived the entire world together.

Having risen early to prepare, Ning Yi’s stomach was now rumbling with hunger. Upon hearing the priest’s words, he couldn’t wait any longer—he reached out and wrapped his arms around Taeyeon’s neck. The surprise, by now, was already mostly ruined, so he hurried to steal a kiss, thinking that finding a place to eat was the proper thing to do.

The clouds parted, the rain cleared; having already survived death once, Liu Hui had no desire to die again. Instead, she glared fiercely at Zhang Yun, her posture suggesting she wished she could devour the man who had ruined her purity.

Chen Shunshun saw the blade descending toward him; he hadn’t the time to dodge and could only watch as it fell. He thought his end had come, but when the blade stopped a mere inch from his forehead, it abruptly halted. His attacker fell dead to the ground, lifeless beyond any doubt.

He still had a considerable amount of silver on him. Now that the demon purge was over, it was time to buy a large supply of cultivation resources to advance his own abilities.

Back then, the chairman of Yulong Group was only one person: Zhou Yuhui’s father.

He glanced around. The space was vast, surrounded on all sides by the Milky Way, with no way out. His heart was in turmoil.