Chapter 57 Suffocated with Anger

Tan Jiuding tilted his head and gestured toward the inner wall. "Li Benzhong? He should still be fast asleep, shouldn't he?"

"Commissioner Tan mobilized so many men from the prefectural yamen; surely he doesn't intend to stay completely silent?"

Tan Jiuding keenly perceived that the man was referring to his own deployment of personnel rather than Prefect Gao Xingji sending someone to deliver a message. He understood instantly that this man undoubtedly had an informant within the yamen.

"There is nothing untoward here. It was my misjudgment; I thought the scoundrels would appear tonight, but... clearly I was just startled by shadows."

Having put on his overcoat and gathered some ritual incense, candles, and spirit paper from home, along with some specially prepared offerings, Xia Jian walked with Chen Eryiu to the graves of Zhao Hong and Xia Sanhu.

Even for the sake of deterrence, the Underworld Alliance was already more than sufficient. Of course, the primary reason that made them even more confident was that the Underworld Alliance had long since reached a cooperative consensus with the Morgan family.

The hotel's restaurant was located on the second floor. Without a word, Xia Jian led Li Yue straight to it. He ordered three dishes—one meat and two vegetarian—and finished off with a soup. The food wasn't particularly poor, merely ordinary fare.

Dragon Vulture froze. He stared in terror at the insect in Fulie's hand, utterly speechless. No one knew the terrifying nature of these creatures better than he; they were the absolute nemesis of the spirits from the dead realm.

"Brother Gong, hello." Liu Xinghao shook his hand politely. Judging from the tactile feedback, Brother Gong's hands were soft and delicate, certainly not accustomed to any labor-intensive work.

A few years had flown by, and Liu Feixue had blossomed into a graceful and slender young woman. Her youthful shyness had vanished, replaced by a breathtaking visage capable of captivating countless male creatures.

Realizing that the rain was growing heavier, the visibility in the dense forest dropped to an absolute minimum. Beyond a mere few meters, everything became a blurred and indistinguishable mass.

Ouyang Xue burst into laughter. At that moment, a taxi pulled up, and she tugged Xia Jian toward it. Since she had been drinking, her car had to remain in the western restaurant's parking lot.

"Lv'er, you wretched girl! I told you to go check if Lady Wushuang needed anything, yet you've been gone for so long. Have you been slacking off again?" Cui'er said as she stepped through the doorway, reaching out to pinch 'her' ear.

At that moment, he steadied his mind and looked at Liu Xinghao before him. This passionate and enthusiastic young man possessed far more backbone than he himself had shown at that age.

The core of this Tier 3 fierce beast was undoubtedly capable of completely overturning the competition. A Tier 3 beast was comparable to a subtle-stage cultivator; unless by a stroke of rare fortune, such a treasure could only be obtained if the immortal-seeming sects of the Mu Kingdom region exerted special effort. One could easily imagine how precious its value was.

On the wedding day, lanterns and colored streamers adorned every corner. The Prime Minister's son taking a wife and the General's sister being wed naturally stirred the entire city. On the night of the bridal chamber, the newlyweds entered the room. To their surprise, the only cure for the Love-at-First-Sight Gu was the consummation of marriage. The next morning, when Liu Siheng woke up from his slumber and saw Ji Shumin sleeping beside him, he was so startled that he tumbled right off the bed.

Li Ningyu's solemn expression involuntarily made Zeng Fanyong on the side grow alert, while the carefree Zhao Dourou and Sarah were still engrossed in a fierce game of Aeroplane Chess.

Though verbally refusing to yield even an inch, Wuming was engulfed by a degree of shock that defied all description. At the outset, when Xiao Rang had fought evenly with the Floating Cloud Swordsman, Wuming had not paid him much heed.

"Bang!" Long Xiaotian lashed out with a kick to Long Yitian's stomach, sending him flying dozens of meters away as if he were nothing more than a ragdoll.

The woodpecker looked at Lin Yun with a trace of strangeness in its eyes. Could it be that some invisible, intangible force was infecting this fellow?!

His body grew even colder, feeling as though the very blood within his veins was gradually turning to ice.

Zheng Guofeng nodded with satisfaction. Persimmons should be picked where they are soft, and the breakthrough points lay precisely with Han Ke and Luo Lian. Hearing Han Ke's words, Luo Lian, the Lord of Crocodile City, and Liu Yinlong, the Lord of Turtle-Bearing City from the Twelfth Federation, hurriedly expressed their stance, declaring their willingness to follow the arrangements of Dragon City.