Volume 1, Chapter 145: Of Course I Must Aim for First Place

"It is only right, perfectly right! You have helped us so much, so you must be compensated!"

"Exactly, and there is no need for a discount. Pay exactly what is owed; we cannot let you suffer a loss, can we?"

"That is well said. It is precisely because we are soldiers that we must not abuse our power for personal gain or take advantage of the common people!"

Bandmaster Huai’s eyes shifted back and forth. He was indeed getting on in years; in times of peace, he might have been able to return to his hometown, but in the current climate, it seemed he could not even make it past this immediate hurdle.

"Still not getting through... It’s been three days. I hope he is still alive." Fang Xiyuan silently cut the call and started the car. "A blue Maserati?" A trace of malice flashed in his eyes.

He could not help but think: so it really was that terrifying youth. What a cautious operator. Fortunately, he had already perished in the killing formation; otherwise, he would surely have become the most troublesome and formidable enemy he had encountered since coming to this world.

Watching Chen Wei gradually disappear into the distance, Hill shook his head, saying nothing more. He turned back to continue his work, beginning to tidy up the house.

The master remained as vigorous as ever. Though his hair was not white, he was full of spirit, his mind still sharp and quick as he debated the classics with his disciple, never falling behind.

Feng Ni’s sudden, ingenious move caused a glimmer of surprise to flash in Tu Leng’s eyes. With a great shout, his blade work, which had been flowing like a continuous stream, suddenly transformed into a clear, rushing spring that could pierce rocks and erode stone. His precious saber traced a silver arc of such exquisite beauty that words could hardly describe it, striking directly at Feng Ni.

Nodding slightly, Yun Long stepped forward, closing in on the black-clad elder, his formidable killing intent undisguised.

Meanwhile, the people below the arena were excitedly discussing which young expert would stand out in this free-for-all challenge to become the final champion.

"Mr. Stark, what is all that about?" Coulson pointed to a metal disc not far away.

"In your opinion, Director, is this the best evidence for the existence of parallel worlds?" As the young man spoke, he grew visibly excited.

Mo Mo was sprawled across Lin Xingmo’s desk, chattering away without the slightest intention of stopping. Lin Xingmo was truly curious; how could Mo Mo talk for so long without stopping and not feel thirsty? It was simply a miraculous and irrational existence.

"Is the Madam really here to inspect the troops?" Ye Qinghan suddenly stood up and leaned over Su Annan.

Before Jing Mohan could even enter the villa, she could not wait to start moving her things out, one piece at a time.

This New Year was the most wretched one Dong'er had experienced since arriving here. Between the persuasions from Mr. Tang and Mother Lanzhi, the inquiries from neighbors during New Year visits and idle chatter, and her own parents joining in on the pressure, even someone as thick-skinned as Dong'er found it unbearable and endlessly vexing.

"You said that if I couldn't help it, I could bite your hand." A strange smile curled the corners of Chen Lin’s mouth. Before Xiao Qingyang could react, she grabbed his hand and bit down hard.

No matter how late he went to sleep, his biological clock always woke him at a specific time; it was a habit formed over many years.

After Yan Zhi finished speaking, she suddenly felt restless. She felt that discussing Xie Yi with him was an undignified affair.

When he was outside, no matter how cold-blooded and ruthless he could be, or how many lives he had taken, at home, in front of his mother, he was forever a child who had never grown up.

Feng Bailing assumed that because Dongfang Mosheng and Dongfang Li had a good relationship, he would naturally speak in favor of Dongfang Li.