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In the blink of an eye, Scarface took a heavy fall, landing flat on his face. More and more villagers gathered around to watch the spectacle. Wanjiacun was a heavily populated village, and Han Feng knew very well that since they were here to settle a score, they could not afford to offend too many people, otherwise the situation would escalate out of control—which was certainly not the outcome he desired.

"Cowardice is just cowardice, making up so many excuses. I'm speechless!" Chenxi muttered in dissatisfaction.

However, Lewisan, the Chief Currency Expert of the People's Republic of Africa, expressed no official stance on this statement. Consequently, Li Puyu had people escort the newly printed currency—which he deemed satisfactory—to various European nations.

A sudden wave of shock washed over Han Feng. This man had no sons? There had to be some dark conspiracy lurking behind this!

The crowd cast complex gazes toward Jiang Feng; some filled with envy, some with jealousy, and others with yearning.

Sun Jiaojiao merely glanced at him without answering. The bespectacled man acted as if he didn't care at all, sliding into a seat nearby. He placed his newly exchanged chips on the table and tossed a few onto the bets he intended to make.

Rest was meant to be completely comfortable. If one spent their rest period still worrying about work, they might as well just keep working.

Rin lay awake all night. As her mind grew increasingly heavy, her hesitation and bewilderment gradually faded away. Gazing toward the future, the road ahead remained long and distant, yet it had grown clear.

Shortly after, the supreme commander dispatched a major, escorted by several soldiers bearing a white flag, to the camp of the People's Army of Africa. Niburon, commander of the First Division, and Jeliola, commander of the Second Division, exchanged glances.

Unwilling to say more, Yunding's face turned icy. With a flick of his wrist, an invisible force shot directly toward the bald man's back.

Wang Dao's mocking words reached them, deliberately meant to provoke Song Li. Since Song Li dared to stab him with a knife, there was no need to show any courtesy.

"For you to hold such a high position and yet remain so considerate is something I deeply admire, Uncle," Wu Jing raised his wine cup to toast Xue Gui, saying with a smile.

The status of the Ninth Civil Affairs Division was truly convenient; as long as they were within the country, a single phone call could resolve numerous matters.

Upon receiving this intelligence, He Long altered his route, retreating via Pataiguan, Guanbu, and Guiyu toward the Haifeng-Lufeng region. Three days later, they reached Liusha Town in Puning County, where they rendezvoused with members of the Front Committee, the Revolutionary Committee, and the Sixth Regiment of the Third Division.

"We go together. After all, I pay his salary punctually every month, and he has been enjoying himself a bit too comfortably—it's high time he proved useful." With that, Zhuo Yifan led us out through the side door of Qingru.

Immediately afterward, sword auras erupted in all directions, dazzling under the sunlight. These interlocking auras formed a massive, overwhelming net of swords that swept down toward Lu Yangqiu to slash him to pieces.

However, it seemed there was only one eel inside each tent, and certainly no second one appeared. Once I sliced open all the hides, collapsed the tents, and pulled the skin aside, the scene inside the tent was fully revealed before us.

The thought of such an alluring beauty soon becoming his personal plaything filled Du Zhankui's heart with sheer delight.

Seeing that I was still deeply worried, Zhuo Yifan walked to my side and pointed at the calm surface of the water, saying that although there were many reefs below, no "sea monsters" were in sight. Given Xiao Lenglie's and Dashan's physical stamina, they would definitely be able to return safely.

Hearing Soul-Eater put it that way, Lin Yi's mind grew immensely tangled once again. Asking him to subdue this ancient sword—how could it be an easy task? He could hardly even withstand coming slightly close to it, let alone subdue it.

Yet the guards at the gate looked terrifying enough to freeze one's blood, and coupled with Jiang Fu's impossibly tattered clothes and shoes, the guards refused to let him set foot on the steps, taking him entirely for a madman. Jiang Fu day in and day out prayed that Princess Jielan would walk out of the Prince Left-Virtuous's Mansion.

To express his apology, Blake retrieved a set of his own clothes from the wardrobe and handed them to Ray. Ray was not someone who held petty grudges, so he did not blame Blake for failing to turn off the hot water.

Nock felt as though sweat had completely soaked through his back at that moment, while his movements felt sluggish and leaden. If he failed to snap out of this state soon, Nock was certain he would be killed by his opponent in a single blow.

However, if Yan Zhen truly mastered this technique and disseminated it, the greatest advantage of the Eastern Extreme Dragon Clan would vanish completely.

There was a moment when Carolaila felt she might truly depart from this world. If she were to leave just like that, her heart held too much reluctance and too many lingering attachments.

Madam Zhao had disguised herself as a sickly old crone. Crafting such a flawless disguise for the two of them had cost Lu Xu quite a bit of effort.

Earlier in the bar, Wang Chen had not anticipated that the One-Armed Heavenly King would retreat without a fight, choosing instead to smash through a wall to escape. By the time Wang Chen recovered his senses, his opponent had already bolted, leaving him unable to execute the Dragon-Capturing Skill.

According to Wei Yan's original plan, he was supposed to kill the God of Wealth on the day the money was handed over, but since I had already warned the God of Wealth in advance, nothing should go wrong.

I locked myself in my room, refusing a single bite of food, drinking only alcohol and wallowing in self-exile. I shut myself away for three whole days, during which Sister Qing and the brothers constantly tried to persuade me, while Xiao Fan never once showed his face.