I, the Prime Minister, must go myself.

"Zhongmou, Shubi, the General is calling you in."

Zhou Yu came out and called out at the entrance.

"Eldest Brother!"

Sun Yi shouted and rushed through the door.

Sun Quan walked up to Zhou Yu and asked softly,

"Gongjin, how is my brother's condition?"

"Sigh, it is not looking optimistic."

Frowning, Sun Quan walked into the room.

"Gongjin, how is the General?"

Cheng Pu, Huang Gai, and the others crowded around to ask.

Right now, the top priority was to boost the morale of all the trainees; the sacrifice of that trainee just now had dealt too heavy a blow to the others.

Han Yanrou withdrew her gaze from the projection screen, looking at the senior executives of various departments in the conference room bantering and laughing happily. She loved the atmosphere, which felt a bit like a big family—so warm and cozy.

Relating this to the previous experiences in the Demon Realm, that overwhelming sense of unease—of being trapped by someone just waiting for them to jump—rushed over her like a tidal wave.

Seeing her expression, Ye Yu chuckled maliciously, reached out, and stroked her slender leg clad in silk stockings.

The Viscount felt as if he had received a full pardon; overjoyed, he kowtowed heavily to Lan Ling and fled without looking back.

Hearing the smiling monk's reprimand toward the gatekeeper disciples and knowing that the monk did not trust him, Mo Yu did not bother to explain. He crossed his hands and practiced a couple of moves of the Square Inch Mountain's Wind and Thunder Fist.

Just a few hours ago, his body had been covered in wounds, but this miraculous encounter had healed every single injury he sustained.

"Cousin, I'm right here! If you don't come over soon, I'm going to be beaten to death!" Liu Sicong got up, looked at the muscular man, and roared with a wronged expression.

The moment they heard Wang Ye was about to explain the examination details, all the trainees instantly quieted down.

Someone chuckled aloud. Singh’s face turned crimson; he opened his mouth, but didn't dare to refute anything.

Gradually turning into gigantic fireballs, the Fiery Red Mastiff pressed its right hand downward, and those fireballs plummeted from the sky.

Before they could touch it, both the hammer and the sickle dissolved. Afterward, the scattered brilliance radiated outward in all directions.

This time, the blow truly hurt them. The whole of Europe fell into chaos, and the various countries lost trust in one another. Even the internal meetings of the European Union descended into chaos with endless daily wrangling.

Hearing the researcher's words, Zhang Fan directly straddled the Dark Dragon, turned the key, and the sound simulation system emitted a pleasant, roaring engine note.

Nangong Liuli's appearance destined her to be a figure who commanded the spotlight of the masses. Wherever she was, heaven and earth seemed to lose their luster, leaving all focus concentrated solely on her.

Faced with such lurking attackers, Babula felt deep hatred, yet was powerless to do anything. He could only continue leading his men forward, and after passing through this courtyard, they finally entered the garden.

Yan Gang felt utterly desolate. The loss of his family and friends left him unable to accept the reality. In this world, he was probably left entirely alone, with no attachments left.

Upon hearing Ye Tian's words, the person on the other end of the phone froze for a moment, which then turned into unmitigated rage. "Fine, you Zhao family, how dare you kill my future daughter-in-law!" With that, Ye Yu immediately called the head of the Ye family clan, Ye Tianba.

In other words, what seemed like a simple and mundane mission would bring a cascade of dangers once actually put into practice—though unaware of the exact form they would take, they would surely act in just this manner.

Sister Hua's counseling planted a seed deep within her heart, leaving her feeling exceptionally confused, especially since Yan Jue had suddenly appeared downstairs at the company, disturbing the tranquil waters of her heart.

Scanning through all the newspapers, the only news that could be considered progressive was: China will hold a memorial service for the thirteen fishermen.

"Take a look at what kind of wretched state you've reduced yourself to," Xi Zhenhai raged.

Just at that moment, a flurry of hurried footsteps rushed toward the interrogation room. The chief of police led a group of people and pushed open the door, colliding right into Attorney Cheng, who happened to be opening it from the inside. With an "ouch," both tumbled to the ground together.