Chapter 52: The Heimlich Maneuver

“I heard from Sister Zhou that your clothing store is doing really well. In just three days since opening, you’ve sold over a hundred pieces,” Wang Yun leaned over the table, gazing at Jiang Butong with keen interest.

“It’s just so-so, enough to earn a bit of pocket money,” Jiang Butong replied, touching his nose.

“Hmph, if that’s just pocket money for you, then I might as well give up on my business entirely… But on another note, the last time the Daoist Master set an ambush intending to kill Xin Wuming, it really was a devastating blow to him.”

Murong Bing was clearly not so easily fooled. He raised his hand again and delivered a fierce slap across my face.

“No, Lone Wolf, do you really think it was me who caused Li Yan to lose her composure at the wedding today?” Scorpion finally spoke up after a long moment, sounding deeply wronged.

An overwhelming aura surged forth, making everyone’s faces change. Even Wu Kongze felt a chill in his heart. If Po Tian Shen truly unleashed his power, his strength was indeed formidable—so much so that even Wu Kongze wasn’t sure he could match him. Could Lin Xiangnan withstand it?

“All right, stop hitting me and just take me back. I expect that before dawn tomorrow, you’ll return what you took from me—double,” I pressed my lips together and gave Wang San, who moments before had looked so arrogant, a cold stare. Then my eyes moved to the words hanging on the police station wall.

Zhang Longtu paused, turned his head, and saw a young man in a black embroidered robe standing there with a frosty expression. By his side was another young man in close-fitting attire; it was this latter man who had just spoken.

Now, with the two seeds merged into one, they were far more powerful than before—no wonder they could generate such elemental force.

“Through storm and rain, sharing life and death,” I looked at Zhang Longtu and suddenly broke into a grin.

This enraged the giant chieftain, who let out a furious roar that made the surrounding mountains tremble and collapse.

Although he wasn’t in this line of work, Qiao Zifeng had certainly heard of Tan Yusheng’s reputation. He hadn’t expected to see him at the Li family’s home, and judging by appearances, he seemed to have a very good relationship with Li Xiqin.

“Haha, Lanlan, you’re getting more beautiful every day,” Ye Lingchen replied with a warm smile.

Now that Song Zhiyi and Gu Jinyan had broken up, it was, in fact, a good thing for Sheng Jiaxin.

Although some people noticed their movements, no one stepped forward to stop them. First, because Ye Lingchen and Li Xuanyun were both powerful, and second, because no one dared to attack rashly.

Some of those around who knew Kasha were aware of her past, and upon learning that the person who had saved her back then was Li Xiqin, their gazes toward her instantly changed.

He spoke lightly, then smiled and continued walking. His tall figure moved under a sky ablaze with fireworks, the brilliant colors reflected in his eyes, melting into pure tenderness.

Gu Junting’s expression was full of irritation. He tried several times to straighten his wrinkled clothes, but not once did they smooth out.

But now that the county doctor himself was involved, a wave of panic spread throughout the town, casting a suffocating shadow over everyone.

Still, sympathy aside, if Ye Kaicheng was involved, Xu Zuoyan would hold firmly to his own bottom line—Ye Kaicheng was his, and he wouldn’t let anyone take him.

The mountain wolf, stained with her vomit, seemed to be in quite a foul mood, hugging her even more tightly.

Bringing Marrius Test into the ward, he examined Lanliel’s injuries. The old man nodded secretly to himself, then turned to Silly beside him.

Mo Guang’s mouth was already watering from the aroma. “Come, everyone, have some. Mo Guang, you’d better take it easy on the drinks.”

There was no doubt—the long sword pierced straight into Li Xiaoyi’s chest, blood trickling down. Under Cheng Yue’s astonished gaze, Li Xiaoyi gripped the blade and inched it closer to his own heart. Only when it was a hair’s breadth away did he stop. Seeing this, Cheng Yue made no move, but only looked on coldly.