Chapter 28: A Fifth-Rank Is Nothing

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After Hu Yuan climbed down from the tree, he staggered and collapsed onto the ground.

Jiang Ruoxi hurried over. “Hu Yuan, are you all right? I’ll call 120 right now.”

“That bastard Han Yang did this to me! It’s all his fault!” Hu Yuan roared.

Because of Han Yang, Hu Yuan had been beaten by Zhou Nan’s men three times.

In truth, it was not Han Yang’s fault.

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The underworld of officialdom had its own unspoken rules. Having status and connections did not mean you could solve everything.

He took out a cutting machine and set it against the main gate, grinding and hacking away with a harsh buzzing sound. A few minutes later, a huge opening appeared before Xia Chu’s eyes.

Several supervisors and deputy directors from their post and telecommunications bureau had bought a great many Monkey stamps, only to end up stuck with them all.

Jiang Hao had already put on his clothes as well. After thinking it over, he left the sliding door half open, allowing people outside to catch a vague glimpse of what was inside.

The Gu family’s decline was a fact. Had people not still feared the reputation Gu Linglong had forged as the Immortal of Yaochi when she departed for the Northern Lands, there would never have been a Gu residence in the ancient city.

Inside the water prison, the group of rookies saw the two men lying on the ground. Each of them was utterly terrified. Even after their anger had subsided, they could do nothing.

For those who found it easy, it took only three or four breaths to discover the secret of Heaven, successfully reveal it, and open the Gate of Myriad Wonders.

As soon as she had locked the door, she eagerly reverted to her true form and plunged headfirst into the pile of flowers and grass, playing with unrestrained delight.

Shen Cunyi offered Elder Chang a few flattering words. Elder Chang’s mood improved, and every word pleased him. Shen Qingxi listened attentively to Elder Chang’s teachings, occasionally pressing her lips together in a very discreet smile.

But when he turned around and saw Jiang Heng, recognizing at a glance the designer accessories he was wearing, he thought it over and restrained his temper.

Gu Tianjiao followed Nian Shuyan to the car. She opened the door, climbed in, started the engine, and quickly drove away. Qin Feng cast a sidelong glance at the miserable heartbroken boy, smiled coldly, opened the car door, and prepared to leave so he could return to his work.

It seemed that the two of them had fairly strong nerves. Even after suffering such a tremendous shock, they could still keep working. Qin Feng smiled, thinking that this was a rare and admirable quality.

A melodious song began to play, its lyrics perfectly expressing what Lei Jun wanted to say to Tan Yingxin at that moment. He did not know who was helping him, but his heart was entirely occupied by Tan Yingxin.

Chuxiu had never revealed her former identity to Luansu. Deep down, she did not want outsiders to know that she had once been the famous courtesan Hanchu. She did not wish to tarnish the Yun family’s reputation, nor did she want to cast a shadow over the posthumous fame of Yun Ci. Yet Chuxiu knew that if Luansu asked Prince Mu about the truth, he would certainly tell her everything.

As though to confirm Tiansheng’s conjecture, the instant he finished speaking, that same feeling of disdain once again came from within his mind.

In ordinary times, Chaoxia rarely spoke in front of outsiders and always appeared aloof and cold, like an immortal who knew nothing of worldly incense. But now she was radiant and dazzling, her expression shy, as though an immortal had descended into the mortal world. She was all the more captivating.

“Dou Tong’s fate is unknown, and the Wolf Night Bar has been wrecked. Tell me, what do you think we should do?” Chen Langya looked at Long Zhesheng. Not a trace of a smile remained on his face. He was genuinely furious now.

As he spoke, Min Wuji respectfully presented a storage pouch. Inside were no fewer than one hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones.

Tiansheng now saw clearly that it was no bolt of lightning at all, but a long spear engulfed in flames from end to end. Because it had halted so abruptly, its tip continued to quiver violently in midair. With each tremor, countless fine ripples spread through the air like delicate waves.

The palace buildings of the Qingfeng Kingdom were golden in appearance. Under the sunlight, they glittered from afar and looked exceptionally beautiful.

“Sorry about that, Brother Zhang. My phone ran out of power last night, so I shut it off and charged it,” I hurriedly said, my voice full of apology. I had not even said goodbye before leaving, and that had indeed been rather inconsiderate.