Chapter 72 If You Are Drunk, Take the Opportunity to Piss and Look at Yourself in the Mirror

The trauma of having vicious villains snatch Yunsong and Yunmei away right before her eyes still lingered heavily in her heart.

This was the final moment. The jade token glowed incessantly, yet Ye Han had not yet fully comprehended the method to subdue Chilan.

"Young lady, past the east side of this city, you will find a vast expanse of sea. Cross that sea, and you will reach the Nether North. Safe journey," the beggar said, limping away.

The current Emperor of Chu, Chu Nian, was in the prime of his vigor. However, he had only one brother born of the same mother—none other than our wise, valiant, and formidable Prince Xuan of Chu, Chu Yue.

Feng Muxing was her boyfriend, representing her directly. Therefore, no matter what, she would never allow Feng Muxing to make a move against Nan Muche, at least not for now.

Sun Zi'ai had no choice but to swallow his broken teeth along with his pride; having bragged so boldly, he had to maintain his dignity even if it cost him his kidneys.

He was now down to his last sliver of health and practically crippled. His remaining two teammates were also battered, including their captain, who usually talked the biggest game but was now pinned down by the enemy, unable to even raise his head.

Liu Yue walked over slowly, drawing closer and closer, looking down at Xiao Ran and Yulan from a towering height with eyes that were utterly hollow.

"We might also need to pull the dead weight away. But I don't want him to leave; after all, someone needs to lead Zhaoyi's men in their training. If both the dead weight and Zhaoyi leave, the training of this group will become a major problem," I said.

What he feared most was a livestream disaster. After all, the Bald Eagle had suffered public relations catastrophes in every single broadcast meant to showcase its immense global might.

Cheng Wei scrutinized the keys for a few moments before turning his gaze to Yu Chen, awaiting instructions. Previously, Old Hu and Old Qiao had already conducted a preliminary site inspection. Yet now, before the investigation report had even been compiled, Yu Chen had dragged him back for a second check. Clearly, there was a specific purpose at play rather than a routine reinspection.

An invisible, thunderous roar echoed within Liao Chen's sea of consciousness, making his head spin and causing a splitting headache. Yet, that visibly precarious barrier still had not completely shattered; it continued to stand.

Chu Mi'er pouted. Actually, she wasn't particularly fussy about living conditions. Even though her usual meals and lodgings were luxurious, she could adapt just fine if they weren't. Chu Mi'er only wanted to follow her husband, venturing across the pugilistic world by his side. The real reason she sought justice was for Qin Wu—she was standing up for her husband.

The accomplice was dragged into the police station to assist with the investigation, while the true culprit remained at large, walking brazenly under the sunlight and enjoying all the rights due to an ordinary person.

Ye Ningbing was usually aloof, saintly, and kept a very low profile, rarely stepping outside. Consequently, Liao Chen and Xia Huailiang knew very little about her, save for the fact that she was a direct descendant of the Ye family, one of the four great clans. Everything else remained a mystery.

From ahead of them, a robust man strode forward. He was clad in Central Plains armor and carried a heavy, imposing broadsword strapped to his back.

After running a few more paces, he gradually slowed his pace, came to a halt, bent forward, pressed his palms against his knees, and panted heavily.

The Supervisory Department was a very unique place. Authority here was normally wielded by the Hall Master. However, under one special circumstance, the rules changed: when imperial blood awakened, an Emperor Lord would emerge within the Supervisory Department. His authority was immense, capable of serving as a check and balance against the Emperor.

It seemed that the higher the plane of the world and the stronger the ability, the lower the success rate of deprivation. Although the probability remained constant, he could keenly sense the growing difficulty of the process.

He had been reluctant to summon his martial soul until now, but it seemed he had no choice. He had to bring out the mysterious-grade martial soul, the Fire Kirin Sword, to save face.

"Daoist priest, wait a moment. Can you spare the ghosts from destruction and choose to guide them toward redemption instead?" At this moment, President Xiao, who had been crawling on the ground for quite some time, saw that the danger had passed, scrambled up hastily, and asked.

In the grand hall, melodious music played softly. The slightly intoxicated socialites continued their various aristocratic games, while the debutants eagerly sought out their objects of affection, chatting and toasting one another.

Wang Fugui didn't dare look at her, focusing instead on training with the trainees. Yet he always felt as though Huang Ziyan's gaze was fixed squarely on him, feeling like needles pricking into his flesh, causing him immense discomfort.

The handrail on the carriage was made of a steel pipe, roughly three centimeters in diameter. Extremely bored, Wang Fugui secretly channeled his inner qi and exerted pressure with three fingers.

Since Huang Ziyan harbored a shred of pride in her heart and refused to lose to Meng Shuzhen—insisting that her first time must be initiated by her taking the initiative—Wang Fugui decided to indulge her. He was determined to wait for that moment when she would take him first, and only then would he completely make her his own.

The crowd stared intently, only to see the spirit power testing cube display a single martial soul: nothing more than a red brick.

Sakurazora Momoko was instantly stunned, and the experts of the Sakurazora family also wore furious expressions. "Aisha, what do you mean by that?!" She had never expected that her casual remark would provoke such a scathing verbal reprimand.

He was startled out of his wits, assuming the call was from Huang Ziyan, but upon checking his screen, he saw it was actually from Meng Shuzhen.

"They're here," the old swindler Ling Feng scrambled up from the straw mat on the ground, still looking somewhat half-asleep.

Only later did he realize that there were countless wealthy and powerful people out there; which of those major magnates didn't earn their fortunes through humble, low-profile diligence and discreet operations?

Especially now, the domestic manufacturers capable of producing remote-controlled color televisions were limited to Rainbow and New Technology.

"Such a smooth talker. No matter what comes, I will face it by your side," Yan Xueqing said with a comforting smile.

Following an investigation by the organizing committee, David's act of racial discrimination was confirmed. The InfoSec organization had zero tolerance for such toxic ideologies and had already stripped David of his qualification and results.

Yuan Shao was currently completely at his wits' end. Hearing that Xu You had a solution, his eyes instantly lit up as he gazed fixedly at Xu You, eager to hear his brilliant advice.