Chapter 90: Gold Will Shine Wherever It Goes

Jiang Butong observed the other's calm demeanor and the perfectly tailored suit, guessing that he must be a white-collar worker, the type whose spending power was typically quite strong.
"Brother, haven't you been here before?" Jiang Butong asked, since Metebon had already been open for quite some time; logically, people from the surrounding area would have visited. From the man's tone, it seemed as if this was his first time here.
He had previously heard...
"Don't worry, it won't be that bloody. What we need to do today is uproot the Soviet intelligence network in Paris."
Kanako Yukino's delicate ears twitched as she confirmed that no one was eavesdropping within dozens of meters. Then, as if making up her mind, she gave a beckoning gesture to the burly young samurai.
Chu Huajin received this imperial edict in the Marquis of Ningyuan's residence and was deeply surprised, unable to fathom why Emperor Hongxuan had suddenly changed his mind. He regretted not returning to the southwest in time.
"He's dead. I brought the Touch of Underworld Fire!" Ada's cold words had barely left her lips before—suddenly—the plane was destroyed, obliterated in an instant, even soaring up into the sky.
A wave of deadly poison swept across, causing all the surrounding flowers, grass, and trees to wither and turn to brittle branches.
With a shout, the immense illusory Vermilion Bird behind him seemed to come alive, letting out a piercing cry toward the heavens. A surge of pitch-black light exploded, instantly enveloping Phoenix Qing's body.
He Ningxin had returned early to the Duke of Zhen's mansion, just in time for dinner. Though she was often absent, all affairs in the household remained orderly.
As her collar slipped, Lin Xiangwan was caught off guard, but in the next instant she realized what had happened. She hurriedly tried to shield her chest with her arm, but Chu Di moved first, blocking her action.
This face was destroyed; it would not be easy to repair it again. His bones had been shattered by bullets, his skin torn with deep lacerations. Even if he underwent cosmetic surgery, savage scars would remain.
After saying this, Luo Yichen walked away alone. Shang Qi followed behind him as the two returned to the hotel. Luo Yichen silently showered and changed clothes, paying little attention to Shang Qi. Being so neglected made her feel uneasy all over.
They needed to adjust their speed, switch tracks, and land on the designated rail, a process that would require considerable time.
By the time Chu Xiu and the others returned to the city, it was already deep into the night. The sudden appearance of the Infernal Party had left the Xiaoyao Martial Arts Hall devastated, forcing everyone to retreat back there.
The second floor was reserved for middle-class guests to dine, requiring a monthly income of at least one million for a reservation.
Detecting the pilot's questioning—"Who are you?!"—Graham continued speaking.
"Mr. Jiang, we've only been together for half a month." Su Junyang broke free from his grip, glaring angrily at him.
"Hey! At this rate, I'm afraid—" Cathy calculated silently, feeling increasingly powerless.
"How about... you two spar?" Qin Yu, unwilling to waste any more words, thought it best to let Kuang Tianyou witness Fang Jue's prowess firsthand; once convinced, matters would be much simpler.
It wasn't that he feared embarrassment, but rather he knew this move followed Chu Xiu's lead; there was no chance to escape.
Not long after, a voice sounded in the hall, indicating that each couple should step into a circle marked on the floor.
A dull thud resounded—unexpected and entirely outside Saches's attention.
After finishing everything, Luo Ping and his companions felt greatly relieved, so they didn't linger and immediately flew off the island, continuing their journey.
After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Tie Mu Yun arrived at the spot where the mysterious energy fluctuation had emanated. Concealed beneath a dense forest, Tie Mu Yun saw a middle-aged man! The man was extremely robust, appearing to be in his twenties, wearing coarse linen clothes with well-defined muscles, his hair tied all the way down to his waist.