Chapter 44: Going to Save the Day

She was led through several turns into a dressing room, where someone handed her a script and told her it did not matter if she could not memorize it, as long as she could read it fluently. Jiang Mi nodded.

After the person left, a makeup artist approached. "Hello, I need to do your makeup."

"Okay, thank you for the trouble." Jiang Mi lowered her head to study the script attentively while...

Upon hearing Chu Yao's words, the elderly man was about to say something when suddenly, an extremely sickening force slowly permeated from beyond the barrier.

A sharp pain struck his shoulder. While Yi Wudao was lost in a daze, Tong Yuanzheng's long sword had already left a scratch on his body.

He would rather die himself than let Nier die; he was willing to trade his own life for hers. As long as she lived, he would have no regrets even in death.

Without saying much more, Chu Yao simply put the gem blade back into her storage pouch and turned toward the still-struggling black-scaled snake.

The bodies of the three shook violently and stiffened in place. Streams of sword Qi pierced outward from within their bodies, poking blood holes as dense as a sieve, until they were torn into countless fragments. The three of them completely vanished from the cave.

An illusory portrait had formed unbidden within his pupils, which he had just discovered. This time, the situation was unfolding in the exact same manner.

Jia Houwei stood up in a panic, looking all around, until suddenly, he noticed that the scene before him seemed somewhat wrong.

"However, wiping out a portion of them first won't be a big problem," Li Zhuanqiao said with a faint smile, tightening his grip on the Thunder Sword and the Faceless Sword in his hands.

Feeling as though he had slept for too long, Li Zhuanqiao opened his eyes and exhaled a breath, yet that breath actually carried a blood-red hue.

Tôi turned to look at him, wondering what game this old man was playing. Why didn't he distance himself at a time like this, instead of waiting to be annihilated?

From beginning to end, Yang Xin had never intended to achieve any grand development in the field of sports; he merely wanted to use this status and achievement to successfully secure a special recruitment by a university. As for becoming a professional athlete, he had never entertained such thoughts.

Then, flashing his identification in front of them, Yang Xin put away his service pistol, glanced at his watch, cursed under his breath, and rushed out.

"Right, but we shouldn't just sell as much as they want. Let's put a purchase limit—a maximum of half a catty per person." The customer's earlier request to buy half a catty had given Han Jun an inspiration; two hundred catties would be entirely enough for four hundred customers to buy.

Feng Wu was not in a hurry about this, because she had poppies right in her storage pouch, which she had foraged while wandering around the entire island with Ye Xiang over the past few days. Xiang Qian, on the other hand, was rather anxious, but seeing that neither of the other two was in a rush, she dared not voice her worries and could only fret internally.

After reading the analyzed confidential report from the Township Pacification Bureau, Zhou Mubai furrowed his brow. This was an extraordinary matter of great magnitude; fortunately, it had been discovered in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable. Pondering deeply, he felt that handling this matter would also be quite troublesome, so he decided to first seek the Emperor's opinion.

Upon hearing this, Han Shipeng's mouth dropped open in absolute disbelief. Entering the Binhai Party School meant an impending promotion! Regardless of which post one held, having attended the Party School made the subsequent path much smoother. He had never expected such an opportunity to fall upon his head.

Faced with this situation, Han Shipeng felt a vague sense of unease. He did not care about the identity card itself, but rather about Han Jun's sneaky behavior. Unable to do anything about him, he could only wait for Jin Fang to return and deal with him.

Laozi and Yuding were also greatly gratified. They had actually harbored concerns over whether Fuxi, after attaining his fruition, would remain Fuxi of the Demon Clan or become Fuxi the Heavenly Sovereign. Now, they could finally set their minds at ease.

Chen, this newly born product, possessed enormous market potential. However, relying on Wanjun Company's production capacity alone, it was utterly impossible to capture the market in a short period or satisfy market demand, thereby leaving a vast living space for counterfeit goods.