Chapter Ninety-Two: The Storm Subsides
Chapter Ninety-Two: The Storm Subsides
Shi Bai also saw the news about Qianlong Manor. On television, the land was scorched, with only ruined walls and broken remnants hinting at its former glory.
A female reporter, holding her microphone, reported the gathered information passionately and loudly to the camera. “It’s truly unimaginable—this place was once a vast, palatial estate with birds singing and flowers blooming. In a single night, no, in practically the blink of an eye, this enormous Qianlong Manor…”
Ares glanced at the spirit beast clan. These powerful, furry fighters had their morale noticeably dampened after witnessing the camp’s devastation.
Watching Richard walk away, Freya’s gaze brimmed with anger, yet at this moment she could not deny Richard his right.
Zhang Zhao climbed atop the car beside him and gazed into the distance. About five hundred meters behind the pair, a dense horde of zombies stretched as far as the eye could see.
Hou Junji ate and drank in excess, almost wantonly. Yet Ye Tan knew that after this meal, the next would likely be in the army, for everything outside would soon cease to concern him.
For the owner of a football club that had long maintained top-tier status in Serie A, the formation of the Super League was also a positive development.
Time ticked by second after second. Lin Chen, carrying Chu Qingcheng in his arms, finally reached the room and gently laid her down.
She fixed her gaze on Oberon, her eyes exuding an extraordinary firmness and intimidation even before he could speak.
Chu Yun looked at his own body in disbelief. He was certain he had never possessed such immense power. Just days ago, it had taken a group effort to slay a third-tier Modo giant lizard, yet now, he had slain a suspected fourth-tier two-headed Dark Wolf in an instant.
Though Liu Jie tried to mask his nervousness, a trace of panic was still visible in his eyes. In Guo Rong’s opinion, Liu Jie must be hiding something in this room—perhaps food, perhaps something else—but whatever it was, he clearly wanted to keep it from others.
Chen Bo was full of questions, but when he saw Ruoshui’s resolute eyes, the words died on his lips.
So, like a madman, I drew my battered dagger and hacked at the two long locks of hair that had ensnared me, thinking only of my own fate—the abyss.
Every knee-length dress in the wardrobe met with his criticism—this one’s color was hideous, that one’s fabric cheap. In short, not a single one met his standards.
Clad in black from head to toe, every strand of hair slicked neatly back, his face betrayed no emotion, though it seemed as if sparks flickered in the unfathomable darkness of his eyes.
I suddenly opened my eyes to see Ouyang Wen standing at the bedside, smiling at me with narrowed eyes.
I didn’t go on. No matter what, she must have been influenced by Boss Niu. Even if I spoke only half a sentence, she would understand. Some things are better left unsaid—they’re trade secrets.
Wu Xie muttered helplessly to himself, “If you can’t pay the rent, of course you’ll be evicted. It’s not a charity, after all.” With that, he walked to the bed and collapsed onto it.
She could tell that this young team member had made up his mind and would not waver.
One king-level expert after another had no thought of resistance. The only thing on their minds was: Stay far away from Ye Qiu.
Though he hadn’t yet opened it and didn’t know what the urgent report contained, Zhu Youjian understood its significance.
He couldn’t bother with the details now; first, he would cut off the internal coal supply. He immediately called the deputy director in charge, instructing him to halt all internal coal exchanges, with the specifics to be worked out later.
Zhao Mingde, seeing his men had taken care of the corpses, said no more to avoid being ridiculed. He saluted Li Changqing and departed.
Fearing that Fusu would investigate old grudges and discover the tricks he had played in secret, Hu Hai left the palace early for this hidden property he had purchased.