Chapter 136: Beat Them Into Submission

“Li Yukui, what exactly are you trying to do?” Zhang Yong glared furiously at Li Yukui.

“Simple. I’m giving you two choices. First, hand this project over to me—but I won’t pay you a cent. Second, compensate me thirty thousand yuan for lost wages, and buy all the sand and gravel from me. Otherwise, believe me, I’ll make sure you can’t even start work!” Li Yukui declared arrogantly.

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From that moment on, Brother Tiger’s life and death lay in Hu Wenwen’s hands. Whether he lived or died depended entirely on a single thought of hers.

If Ye Qiu really left alive, the consequences would be unthinkable. The next time they met, it would not be Emperor Shitian killing Ye Qiu—it would be Ye Qiu killing him.

With a single sweep of Xi Che’s dinner knife, followed by several deft motions, the entire flatbread was evenly divided into twelve pieces, like the divisions on a clock.

Then Yanran pressed a mechanism on the table. A hole automatically opened in its surface, and from within, an exquisite box covered with red cloth slowly rose into view before everyone.

When he saw that Jida had also accepted the same mission, he immediately stopped. He then lowered his mask, revealing a face that seemed quite familiar, though he could not quite remember where he had seen it.

Yes—awakening. Su Zhe recalled every step he had taken. Emma precisely guided him, step by step, toward the true answer hidden within this world, yet told him nothing, maintaining a thought-provoking distance and distrust between them.

After hearing this, Lin Jia, Xie Jiaojiao, and Yue Haifeng all wore puzzled expressions and hurriedly asked for guidance with humble sincerity.

The Tyrant Dragon’s flesh tasted both sour and astringent, and after being cooked, it gave off a peculiar smell. Jida was inclined to think that the smell was simply stench.

Although he had taken many precautions, barring a miracle, the twenty-one soldiers inside would probably never return alive.

Bai Xue saw everyone’s mood and, without bothering to be polite, grabbed the menu and emphatically ordered more than a dozen dishes before handing it to Wang Qiong.

The once-happy, warm family had fallen apart, and everything she had worked and struggled for no longer existed.

At that moment, everyone voiced their astonishment and uncertainty. The Qilin Immortal Beast was the mount of the old Sword Venerable and Marquis Lingtian.

“Why waste words on him? I can deal with him using just one finger. You go take care of the other three!”

An ethereal voice drifted down from the sky, carrying an air of profound mystery.

Shan Gang looked suspiciously at Qin Yuan, uncertain whether Qin Yuan truly believed he could overcome strength with weakness and defeat him in hand-to-hand combat, or whether he simply did not want to keep him around and was deliberately using this excuse to drive him away.

The three nodded together, then carefully turned their gazes toward Gu Chen. At once, golden radiance appeared in all three of their eyes.

“Hmph!” Lingtian had no choice but to admit that this new disciple was powerful and strangely mysterious. He clearly possessed secrets unknown to others and was by no means an ordinary disciple.

“Fine. I’ll take it!” the middle-aged man declared, settling the matter with a single decisive word. The old man, however, hesitated slightly. He seemed about to speak, but in the end, he did nothing.

Seeing the bitter smile appear on Cheng Yixiao’s face, Qin Yuan immediately understood. The identification documents must have been stolen by that Geng Zhong.

After a long while, a ripple of spatial fluctuation quietly appeared beside Luo. A body radiating destruction, dominance, and cold indifference stepped out through the spatial rift. Luo did not even look at the body that had emerged. After all, this was his true body—the body of the Demon God.

“You mean…” Yuan Fang detected something unusual in Zhao Kang’s words.

The corrupt city manager was heartbroken. He had watched one hundred and fifty thousand yuan slip away from him; if not for the bet, he would never have handed it over to someone else. Now he was determined to fleece the customer mercilessly.

Another villager stepped forward, spread his fingers, and viciously slapped the thieving woman twice across the face. The blows made her shrill cries rise into agonized squeals like a slaughtered pig, a sound that was remarkably satisfying to hear.