Chapter 60: Shipment of the Small Tape Recorder

Zhou Jianliang was stunned. One thousand units? Did Jiang Butong really have the means to absorb so many?
"Are you serious?" Zhou Jianliang asked.
Jiang Butong smiled and replied, "One thousand units isn't much, but I want you to set the price at fifteen yuan per unit."
After a brief consideration, Zhou Jianliang nodded. "That won't be a problem..."

Yang Chengzu, consumed by hatred and fury, bit open the blood vessel in the enemy's neck. He let the spraying blood cover his head and face, refusing to let go, even sucking the blood from his adversary.
This fellow had completed his evolution two days ago. During his busy days in the Amazon rainforest, Yuan Tian had taken time to learn about him. After evolving, he immediately reached the seventh level, his strength at the late stage of the Heavenly Rank. Unsurprisingly, his fighting style was akin to that of a vampire, but extremely powerful—Yuan Tian was no match for him.

Next, Blue Sky told his entire story, including the secrets of the Killing Realm and the predicament of the Sacred Land of Qincang, leaving nothing out and withholding not a single detail.

Gongsun Zan was particularly invested in this operation. He set up checkpoints not only on the main roads from Henan to Shandong, rigorously inspecting travelers, but also on routes to other regions.

Seeing Luo Lingyin’s attitude, Luo Che smiled awkwardly and tucked ten yuan into his ring.
He had no time to play online games, overwhelmed by his busy schedule. If not for the need to develop abilities that required inspiration, he probably wouldn’t touch games at all.

Jiang Lingkong seized Lu Yan’er’s delicate hand. Lu Yan’er immediately summoned a lunar talisman, and a beam of moonlight enveloped them both, whisking them away from the place.

"Luo Feng, you’ll have to pick up the engineering team yourself. It’ll be much easier once the teleportation array is established," Luo Ze said regretfully, patting Luo Feng’s shoulder.

Thunder rumbled, and the wind gradually died down. Then people seemed to hear the sound of massive stones crashing to the ground. With that peculiar rhythm, everyone slowly opened their eyes and looked around. When they saw the scene before them, they were all dumbfounded.

"So what’s going on with you now? Is it the backlash from the blade?" Luo Che asked with concern as he looked at Helena.

She understood that every word spoken in the Inch Bottle would not escape the artifact’s master, Yun Ya. Naturally, she couldn’t speak ill of him here.

"It hurts like hell!" Another curse rang out. Yao Yao, ignoring her wounds and somehow finding the strength, ran toward the source of the sound.

Just as he hung up the phone, Luo Yangfan’s car appeared outside the window. Zhang Zhe lifted his head, drained his glass, and turned toward the door.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the envelope in Lin Feng’s hand. Lin Feng returned to the podium and handed the envelope to Professor Ma.

This alloy shield had cost the five of them dearly, capable of withstanding the full force of a Bronze Five-Star beast. They firmly believed that as long as they could defend against its attacks, they could wear the beast down. Clearly, their strategy was sound—the shield had brought them considerable rewards.

Princess Han Yue’s face was stern. "Absolutely not! I see you always defend that rough fellow—could it be you have feelings for him?" She preferred handsome and refined men, not the crude, burly types.

"Damn it, give me indiscriminate fire!" Su Yu shouted, snatching the assault rifle from the rabbit’s arms and unleashing a burst of gunfire into the empty space.

Lin Feng had thought that if not shattering the object, at least cracking it was possible, but he was disappointed by the outcome.

All along the way, Luo Yu was just a sightseer. The beauty around him was unlike anything he’d ever seen on Earth.

Though he said this aloud, inwardly he had already thought of something especially suited to eating with ice.