Chapter 57: Tarnishing Wen Zongfu's Reputation

If Jiang Mi knew the thoughts swirling in her heart, the street committee wouldn’t even bother sending her there—they’d likely take her straight to a mental hospital instead.

Upon arriving at the street committee, Jiang Mi stated her purpose and immediately turned to leave, not lingering for even a second.

Xiuhe watched Jiang Mi stride away briskly, then went back to pester the Women’s Federation, carefully explaining her situation. She even warned that if the Federation didn’t help her find a good match, her father would sell her to an old man in the village to make some quick money...

The three masters chose not to reveal any details about today’s matter, clearly wishing to spare Wang Yu from further trouble.

With another roar, the colossal zombie charged at Ling Xiu with unstoppable force, shaking the entire supermarket violently under its impact.

“Honey, you did great today. When we get home, you’re getting a super big kiss,” Ye Fei joked, trying to lighten the tense mood among the group.

“This sword doesn’t suit you,” Wang Yu shook his head, producing a sword with his left hand—the very blade he used to kill.

“Jackacy, are you confident you can kill that Oriental who’s ruining our plan?” the man in the black robe asked.

Indeed, Koreans are the most arrogant in the world; even among cultivators, they are the most presumptuous of all.

Ding! The S-level mission “The Great Battle of Changban Slope, Stage Three” has begun: Hold the Changban Bridge and cover Liu Bei’s retreat.

Xuanyuan Hong was among the elite geniuses—proud and arrogant. At first, when the competition started, he wasn’t too impressed with Wang Yu. If it weren’t for wanting to buy Wang Yu’s repair crystal, Xuanyuan Hong wouldn’t have initiated any conversation with him.

“Let’s grind some monsters first,” Ye Fei said, holding the Barrett God’s Eye rifle, scouting for a favorable position. The girls across the way were beautiful, but none of them were his type.

Of course, they didn’t mind at all. Song Baixiong, the old master and great sculptor, personally carving jade pieces for them—such an opportunity was rare and precious.

“Listen to me first. We can look at the materials later,” Bai Juan said, watching Guo Zhinan, who was engrossed in flipping through the documents.

—This team, named “Hellfire,” formed by Lin Chi, will appear in the third round of the tournament.

Ling Chen was a bit uneasy and was startled by a call from Sima Yongle. He had originally intended to reprimand Sima Yongle over the phone but ended up being scolded himself.

However, he didn’t press Officer Mu Mu for more details, knowing that as a cop, Mu Mu probably didn’t have the full picture. It was better to wait and ask Qi Qing later.

“You’re not waiting for them? That’s hardly gentlemanly,” Wu Wukai muttered, clicking his tongue. Though hungry and eager to eat, he didn’t make a move.

“What did Zhang Yaoyang say? Hongmen was taken down—who could have the power to do that? Didn’t Dongxin send help? With the combined might of the two major gangs in Hong Kong, who could wipe out Hongmen overnight?” the Night Owl on the other end of the call asked.

The stench of blood on the second floor was far stronger than on the first. Drops of blood seemed to float in the air, blurring Lin Chi’s vision.

Youguang couldn’t help but sigh. At the same time, a twinge of regret crept in—was this redhead really that good?

After having lunch at the school cafeteria, Luo Yang drove to Suzhou. It was not yet three in the afternoon when he met Jiang Fan.

“Commander Yang refuses to be reassigned under Song Wei’s command, claiming that Song Wei is old, frail, and incompetent. Entrusting the Loyal and Brave Army to him would miss the chance to crush the bandits,” Zhou Xiang said bluntly. “He has already submitted a memorial to the court, advising the emperor.”

As he prepared to move forward, Zhao Yuheng remained still, but behind him, Xu Ping subtly turned aside, blocking Zhang Jin’s path. Zhang Jin’s expression darkened instantly.

Li Yun’s style was the exact opposite of Meng Zhijin’s. If Meng Zhijin was a proud, thorny rose, then Li Yun was a delicate narcissus—both capable and individualistic, with sharp intellect. She was also an exceptional strategist for Song Yi.