Volume One, Chapter 21: You Will Suffer Financial Loss

The suspended heart finally died completely. Lin Weize closed the door and lay on the sofa, utterly devoid of hope. Wang Ruihu clenched her teeth secretly. Li Zhi’s attitude was not cold, but certainly not warm. She didn’t know why the boss behaved this way, but Wang Ruihu understood this was not a good sign for her.

Such a domineering entrance stunned everyone, especially Zhang Jiao, who was both surprised and delighted, though a bit puzzled. In other words, if you want to win someone over without offering money and disrupting their life instead, no matter how eloquently you speak, few would pay you any attention.

After Gao Jun finished speaking, the audience erupted in commotion, disappointment filling the air. Clearly, everyone thought it was a pity. Yet, upon arriving at the Sea of Stars, Xiao Long suddenly felt a vague voice stirring in his heart, as if someone was calling to him.

Xu Jiao couldn’t help but give a bitter smile. Did she not know how absurd things had become? But what else could she do? She was just short of pulling people in off the street.

A faint, fishy smell swept into the cave with the wind. Mo Xiaosheng opened his eyes alertly, grabbing the hunting knife beside him. This odor, this very scent, reminded Mo Xiaosheng of a terrifying, blood-chilling creature.

His mood grew heavy. There were variables at play, each directly affecting the present and future of Mo Xiaosheng and Feng Han.

Seeing Yang Jiye agree, Ran Min was delighted. Though his troops were brave and skilled, their weapons and armor were far from refined. If they could acquire better equipment, their combat strength would surely rise to another level.

Li Hua’er looked at the furnishings inside and, for a moment, felt as though she had returned to her home in a previous life.

Wei Xiaokuan arrived under the walls of Linrong City by noon the next day. With one man and two horses, the first batch had all died of exhaustion. The hundred cavalrymen’s mounts now panted heavily, thoroughly worn out.

“You’ve been around long enough; why haven’t you found someone?” Hua Junyao gazed at him intently.

Hua Guoqing stared unblinkingly at the black-and-white screen on the table. It was the earliest 286 computer produced by Intel.

“Don’t you have anything to say? I truly am Tianchu.” The reaction from the Nether Ghost Mother left Tianchu astonished, bordering on disbelief.

Herbalist and the accountant had never seen such a scene before and both hid behind the counter, terrified.

In fact, speaking ill of Yun Zhu was a daily ritual for her. The Imperial Uncle usually just grunted along, but today he suddenly erupted in anger, rushing to the wall to seize the warding sword, declaring he would kill the traitor himself.

While his mental strength still held, he formed a hand seal, and a deep, resonant sound burst from his chest.

As pedestrians thinned, Liu Bian, protected by the army, emerged and enjoyed the scenery along the way with Xie Daoyun, Yang Miaozhen, and others.

Opportunity favors the prepared. The outcome is uncertain, but making an effort at least leaves no regrets in the heart.

After the meal, Wan Yunhong had fully won the other party’s appreciation. This cadre named Shi Qing was clearly moved.

After this real combat, he believed he had grasped the Flying Tiger Team's weakness. Their flaws were exposed. After familiarizing himself with their tactics, he was confident the ace pilots here could all shoot down P-40 fighters. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be called aces.

Yan Niang laughed aloud, making Cheng Muyou a bit annoyed. He was discussing such serious matters with her—how could she still laugh?

With such confusion and anxiety in his heart, Wang Shouchao moved forward again, and this time, even the howling wind could not impede him.

“His Majesty would rather visit that ‘invalid’s’ chambers than come to your Yueyang Palace. If this continues, what authority do you, as Empress, have?” Empress Dowager Fu spoke gravely.

Everyone was discussing, voicing opinions, speculating about Mu’s true cultivation.

Though he was somewhat displeased with the actions of the man in green, this was not the time for impulsiveness. The four adjusted their positions, following the green-robed man inward.

“Zhang, I just received a telegram. A third of the air defense network you built in the Southwest has been destroyed. What do you think the Japanese are plotting?” In Tang’s office, Zhang Zheng sat across from Tang, taking the battle report handed over and reading it.

Gu Liangsheng suddenly remembered that internationally there was a medical professor named Helan Qing—young, accomplished, and quite handsome. Could this be him?

A column of blood shot like an arrow onto the survivor’s face, instantly producing a sizzling, corrosive sound. White smoke, carrying a pungent sour odor, spread through the air.

The last items loaded onto the ship were the provisions. Unlike the people, the food was not piled on the deck but stored in the hold.

Gao Yang’s words seemed to press the pause button. All the undead ceased their actions, not moving at all.

The cult leader merged sword and body, instantly locking onto Laozi’s form, transforming into a beam of sword light that shot toward Laozi’s Purple Mansion, intending to utterly wound him so he could not recover for a time.

With such walls, gates, and defensive towers on either side, Tenglong Mountain had become an untouchable forbidden zone.

Lu Yun had just grabbed Yu Santai’s foot to pull him back when, with a sudden sound, an arrow struck Yu Santai’s head. Everyone was stunned.