Chapter 63: The Provocation of the Thirteen Eagles

"If she leaves and disappears, you'll never find her again. Will you be able to get your money back then?" Jiang Butong continued to press Huang Guowei.

Huang Guowei's face flushed red with anger and resentment. He cursed, "That bitch, just like her mother. I must have been blind to fall for her back then. My whole life has been ruined by those women..."

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Just as the butcher was about to run, the game screen suddenly shook—it wasn't needed, someone in the real world was searching.

For example, among the four prominent actresses of the post-80s generation, Anne Hathaway, who always wanted to have a British accent but was constantly criticized, belonged to the type who aspired to learn but could never quite manage it.

The final words were somewhat redundant; the command of the team had already shifted imperceptibly to Wu Yan. During these days of competition, it had always been Wu Yan giving the orders.

After witnessing such a jaw-dropping scene, the butcher and the carefree student finally looked at the enormous object the two had caught. Upon seeing it, they both let go, allowing the massive thing to crash to the ground.

"That's right, and he's already coordinated with the other side. Tomorrow morning, when they launch their attack, he'll strike from behind. With this pincer movement, the war could be ended in a single battle," Tian Zhongge said with a smile.

"Have Toby and Anne arrived yet?" Sid asked his assistant on the way to the anime convention venue.

At that moment, the hospital corridor was dead silent. A few seconds later, heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway, and it was Ling Xiao who appeared.

"Isn't repaying kindness supposed to mean letting me go?" Tian Zhongge sneered coldly, ready to make his move. He would not submit to being slaughtered.

The young man looked bashful, his hands awkwardly searching for a place to rest, completely lacking the swagger he had shown the day before.

The man holding the wine raised his glass to An Wufeng, smiling and mumbling something. Although An Wufeng didn't understand, he guessed from the man's friendly expression that the wine was meant for him to enjoy. The prized brew from the Central Plains was theirs to savor.

Late at night, on the street, the bonfires had burned out and everyone had gone to sleep. The old man invited An Wufeng to accompany him for a walk.

But, in the blink of an eye, she was in front of me, gripping my neck. I was wearing the Qilin Buddha beads, after all.

"Shouldn't we at least let Da Xiong retreat first?" I hesitated. The old soldier's plan seemed to be to sacrifice Da Xiong, and that was something I could not accept.

Both Hua Sanlang and Li Buchang wore uncomfortable expressions, feeling that the term "good person" had been sullied more than ever.

Fang Yingkan didn't particularly like people who knew their place, and he himself was not such a person. The reason was simple: he usually knew his place too well.

In the main tent of the Zhuerke temporary camp, Zhuerduo's tribe and a dozen affiliated tribes from the northern grasslands had already settled comfortably on the soft fur couches.

After offending Shen Tu Yelang's fans, Wei Yu then managed to offend Han Xingchuan's fans at lightning speed.

Zhao Jiaye did not linger. He sat in silence for a while, sighed softly, waved his hand to extinguish the light, and became a wisp of breeze that flashed out the window, vanishing into the night sky.

Loyalty exists only because the price of betrayal isn't high enough. Equivalent exchange applies to every situation. Some people hold out for the best offer, while others sell their principles cheaply. That's just how it is.

Early the next morning, Zhang Jie and Ye Zi arrived near the old site of the Kaga Hospital. Gazing at the slightly dilapidated building, its exterior walls covered with climbing ivy, Zhang Jie murmured.

But from our experience leading adults, once adverse reactions appear, forcing oneself onward only makes things worse.