Chapter Thirty-Eight: I Respect You, but Do Not Underestimate Me

Old Master Lin took the soup bowl. "Xingxing, you are a good child. From now on, just study painting diligently with me, your grandfather. I will certainly not let your talent go to waste."

Jiang Xingran nodded vigorously and grabbed his own soup bowl. He said earnestly, "Grandpa Lin, I will study hard! I want to become a great painter and earn lots of money! I want to buy a big house for my sister and a big punching bag for my little sister!"

The dignified facade Old Master Lin had just assumed instantly collapsed.

Qin Qingqiao maneuvered the Fat Orange Cat, constantly tangling with the endless loop. She slashed down, and regardless of whether the attack landed effectively, she immediately retreated.

"After the Ning family goes bankrupt, what then? Will Jiang Yajing go to prison?" Xu Duo pondered the matter in her heart, asking Sun Wei with confusion. Putting aside the issue of property compensation, in her impression, tax evasion and tax fraud should carry a prison sentence.

Wu Ningxin also hurried away. Zheng Yihui looked at her retreating figure, feeling somewhat puzzled: This Wu Ningxin has been strange lately, acting dazed and distracted during work hours, and when did she acquire the bad habit of rubbernecking?

Mentioning Qinglian always subconsciously brings to mind Li Bai, the Lay Scholar of Qinglian. The "Qinglian Sword Song" in *Legend of the Wind* is truly unforgettable. Of course, when it comes to the "Qinglian Sword Song" in *Honor of Kings*, it may well become a memory for a generation in the future.

Xu Duo, having lost half her soul, just held the child fixedly. She could neither hear nor see anyone else speaking. Tang Xinyue communicated the sequence of events to the police and doctors sitting in the vehicle.

A white spear streaked across the night sky like lightning once again. This time, the humanoid figure whose head had been purified knelt to the ground and then toppled over.

After much effort, the group finally got into the cars. The groom and his groomsmen all let out long sighs of relief, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads from holding back. Xu Duo, seeing Ning Bolun also sweating from pain with his lips tightly pressed, quickly took out a tissue to gently dab the perspiration from his face.

The Fat Orange Cat’s auto-grinding speed was decent, though the aesthetic... the aesthetic was so intense that it was beyond criticism, yet barely tolerable to look at.

"Rest assured, I am not here to harm him. I only want to be closer to him and protect him from harm," Sun Wei said, breaking the silence first and speaking her heart to Jiang An.

"It’s settled. It cannot be changed." Zhen Zhen extinguished her cigarette and walked out of the office.

Zhuge Lianhua nodded repeatedly, expressing her agreement. She felt ashamed of her initial cowardice and hesitation.

Because Gu Chengyun preferred the relatively light flavors of southern cuisine, the auntie hired was also an expert in southern cooking.

Caiba hung up the phone, thought for a moment, and then picked it up again to dial several numbers in succession. Xiao Ming and his team were still unaware that a deadly web was being cast over them.

Seeing Jin Qing’s novel techniques, people gradually gathered around to watch, clicking their tongues in amazement. They had never seen someone with a broken neck being treated in such a way.

"You’re short, there are nearly twelve thousand cavalrymen here!" Hearing Ankuila’s tone of astonishment, Norton could not hide his excitement as he provided an unexpected figure.

Nanny Liu also gathered her courage, gripping the shoulder pole tightly and slamming it against Li Fucai, who was pressed against the wall. Caught off guard, Li Fucai was struck in the lower back by the pole; he instantly lost his balance and fell over to the other side of the wall.

Zhang Yi did not answer but scanned the massive formation with his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly. For the past three days, he had been studying this formation, combining it with his previous knowledge of arrays and constantly deducing it in his mind; he had gradually begun to grasp some clues.

The composure, calmness, determination, and confidence in his eyes subtly infected Zhong Hai and the others. Their panicked hearts gradually calmed down significantly.

"You must be agents from the 'Dragon' unit. You truly live up to your reputation. Losing to you is no disgrace," Wu Tianxiong said dejectedly.