Volume 1, Chapter 62: The Boss Crashes

Rat-tat-tat!
Clack-clack-clack!
Clang, clang, clang!

Meeting Ye Xinghun’s malicious gaze, Fan Wei suddenly felt a prickle of apprehension, sensing that something rather unpleasant was about to happen.

Hearing this, Zhang Kuan immediately grew alert and spun around, but he was still too slow. The man was holding a shotgun; with a loud bang, Zhang Kuan’s chest felt as though it had been struck by a locomotive, and he instinctively tumbled backward.

In the central district of New City, numerous buildings had already sprung up, and several towers were completely finished. In the interstellar era, constructing any building under ten stories high was a remarkably swift endeavor.

"Gulp... gulp..." After violently swallowing two mouthfuls of fresh blood and wearing a satisfied smile, Linger was grabbed by the shoulders by the scarred-faced man. The man in black immediately handed over a length of rope, and the three of them worked together to tie Linger up tightly like a zongzi.

"Thank you for your concern, Elder Xening, but I have no need for it. I have two younger brothers and a younger sister; the lineage of the Ma family is already continued." Ma Yilan of the Xiu Gate smiled, shook her head, and refused.

Hearing this, Song Xue let out a long breath of relief, lay down on the ground, closed her lovely eyes, and drifted back to sleep in peace.

It was said that a most bizarre incident had occurred at a crossroads. The story was told firsthand by the driver involved and corroborated by passing pedestrians, eventually spreading from person to person until it reached her ears.

"Very well, to abandon your husband just like that—see if I don't punish you according to family law!" Ye Ming wore a smile, and the moment his words fell, his figure vanished, pursuing Qiao'er's steps.

Wang Dashui pressed a remote control switch, and the computer screen before him displayed the scene inside Linger's room.

"I heard your parents are opening a private-recipe restaurant, Stone? How are the preparations coming along?" Alexander was always deeply concerned with matters of food.

It was undeniable that back then, within the arcane martial world, apart from the major factions that directly intervened, many others bore inescapable responsibility—some had piled on when others were down, some had stirred up conflicts in the early stages, and others had watched with cold indifference... None of them had expected that the Shi family of those years had still left behind a single line of blood.

Wei Miao smiled, picked up her wine glass, and walked off to the side. Suddenly lowering her head, she took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to wipe the corner of her eye.

This was the condition Wu Youyi offered. He handed the opportunity for peace negotiations with the Khitans over to Di Renjie, but demanded in return that Li Zhen deliver the Khitan chieftain Li Jinzhong to him. In this way, it would be framed as his own victory on the battlefield, thereby wiping away his negligence and miscalculation in rashly heading north.

Just at that moment, a muffled thud suddenly rang out. A fracture appeared upon the protective barrier of the immortal's ancient tomb, and the crack steadily widened.

"If you cannot find Wan Guojun, how do you intend to pass down the orders from above?" Li Zhen still asked, puzzled.

The last remaining brothers of the Dragon Group finally made contact with the members of the Hidden Dragon Hall who had rushed to the scene, and only then was the news of Li Rou's disappearance transmitted back.

This time, Lan Zhen had brought fourteen men, every single one of them highly skilled in martial arts and hardened in slaughter. In mere moments, they cut down seven or eight prison guards, and even the prison warden Wang Deshou had his head hacked off in the melee.

Wang Yang had once been infatuated with romantic and lyric poetry for a period of time—back during the phase when he wrote things like, "Natalie playing Matilda is like an elf fallen to the mortal world..." Later on, finding it affected and pretentious, he grew utterly weary of all poetry, while remaining only superficially acquainted with classical Chinese poetry.

The Dan Sect had thoroughly offended Chen Yun, and whoever offended Chen Yun, no matter how powerful they might be, would never escape his retribution.