Chapter 62: Dismissed with a Hundred Yuan

As he approached the entrance of the clothing store, Jiang Butong noticed a crowd had gathered, and in the middle, someone was crying. He pushed through the onlookers and saw Chen Pan’er facing off against a disheveled, drunken middle-aged man, while behind her stood Huang Jingjing, weeping with a face as delicate as a rain-soaked blossom.

“What’s going on?” Jiang Butong grabbed Chen Pan’er’s arm.

Chen Pan’er looked over...

Not long ago, in the north, he had been arrested for opposing the current President’s attempt to proclaim himself Emperor. However, his reputation was so formidable that, although they seized him, they dared not harm him. In the end, someone even secretly helped him escape.

He could still vaguely recall such a look—back when he and Cao Cao were young men in Luoyang, chasing after girls in the city, it was the same look that flickered in Cao Cao’s eyes. He guessed his own gaze must have been the same back then.

“Hmph, insect!” Xiang Liu didn’t even bother to look at her. Who does she think she is?

A square stone lay beneath the church’s skylight; sunlight poured through the window, falling precisely upon the stone, which gleamed with a dazzling white radiance under the sun’s baptism.

What unsettled her even more was her earlier encounter with a child begging by the roadside, who had no ears.

Upon hearing Wang Yuetian’s words, several disciples of the Forbidden Sky Sword Sect present were taken aback, turning instinctively to look at Kongming Shiernights.

Xie Wannian pondered. Now that Xiao Mingshu forbade her from needlework, she truly couldn’t think of how to express her gratitude and found herself at a loss.

“Captain He, since I’m an advisor for your police department, of course I’m here to help.” Ye Tian straightened his collar and spoke with an air of calm.

With this, Jennifer and the organization behind her, the Mantises, realized that the legend long circulated among their kin might well be true.

“If, under immense pressure, we show no sign of panic, how could those cunning old foxes of the ten great sects deduce the truth? But if, under such pressure, we feign panic to mislead them, wouldn’t their cleverness backfire on themselves?” Piaowuzong replied.

“Haha, with General Xiahou and Brother Taiji’s vanguard arriving soon, everything will become clear,” Chen Gong said with a reassuring smile.

Their hands came together in agreement, and Yang Bufan felt a weight lifted from his heart. Never before, even during past athletic meets with them, had he experienced such a sense of joy. Especially after meeting Wang Xinyu, Yang Bufan felt life in the countryside, and his days of gaming, grew all the richer and more colorful.

Yang Bufan could never have imagined that Lin Moyu, who seemed so virtuous and innocent, had such a hidden story. He could no longer express his feelings—watching Lin Moyu silently weep, he felt her place in his heart become even more significant.

It was clear that everyone had been frightened by the unknown danger lurking at the end of the black mist, as if at that moment, they too faced the same eerie and unfathomable threat.

The Qing dynasty possessed all the resources of the nation, yet not a single elite force capable of resisting the Eight-Nation Alliance. Thus, the empire fell.

It was likely that the Grand Steward, Yongheng, had never truly weighed life and death in the heart of the Skull. What lingered there was, perhaps, the frustration of being rejected time and again by the man before him.

“And you think you deserve to ask for a Dharma name? What will you offer as compensation?” one of the men demanded of Zhang Ye, clutching his gourd.

In short, the land was engulfed in chaos, with all manner of demons and monsters emerging from the shadows.

With a crisp sound, the forest behind the hall seemed to come alive, emerald light spreading in an endless wave.

“Du Rong! I swear this wound will be avenged!” The blow, of course, had been delivered by Du Rong, the leader of the Nine Gangs and Eighteen Clans, who had always quietly supported Kongxing from behind. Kongxing didn’t even need to look to know.