Chapter 153: Confession

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Shang Jue stood against the light, his expression unreadable.
Shang Ningning’s look of disdain was intense and unmistakable.
She brushed past him and left, but Shang Jue lifted her into his arms, ignoring her insults as he strode away.
“Shang Jue, you bastard, let me go…”
“I’m the eldest lady of the Shang family, Shang Jue, you have no right to control me…”
“Shang Jue, are you deaf? Can you understand human speech?”
…
Night.
That shadow was foolish, laughably so. Did he truly believe that merely sitting in the position of Heavenly Commander gave him the freedom to do as he pleased? The world was far more complicated than they imagined.
A martial technique that Qing Yue had taught me surfaced in my mind. If it were Qing Yue, how would she deal with this monk? What would she do?

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Hearing this, everyone around was momentarily stunned. The SSF, the Super Financial Simulation system, was developed by the world’s top financial team. It held great authority in the financial sector and was even used by major global financial firms as a standard for recruitment assessments.
The dragon’s dark radiance was even denser than the Shadow Demon’s, marking his strongest strike yet.
A few pointed questions rendered the others speechless, yet none dared to resist, instead wallowing in their despair.
He didn’t trust Jin Hong much, but there was no need to hide anything—he simply didn’t care about those matters.
I cracked my whip; the fifteen immortals inside dodged swiftly. They simply could not withstand the strike of the Divine Whip.
Meanwhile, he sat cross-legged, meditating and watching the changes in the clear water, waiting quietly.
His joke caused many spirits to chuckle softly. Those who appeared here were surely longtime friends of the Demon Kings; a little teasing was perfectly natural.
“Captain Yu, let’s have a talk!” Upon arriving at their quarters, Captain Qing Yan suddenly called to Yu Fei.
Chen Weiyun asked the analyst about the expected final box office, who answered around ninety million dollars, with the condition that at least a thousand theaters must show the film daily with at least one screening each, or the revenue would drop.
There was one last hurdle to overcome: Zheng Shan’ao, the leader of dozens of martial arts schools in Tianjin. Defeating eight schools wasn’t enough; this old man’s approval was still required.

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Li Xiake knew all too well the mindset of these people: these failures, lacking skill themselves, always blamed others and never reflected on their own faults. Such people would never amount to more than this in their lives. Li Xiake didn’t even feel anger toward them.
Thinking it over, Li Xiake chuckled softly, then slowly pulled the animal skin swaddling up close to his body, lifting it above his head until his upper body freed itself from the mesh. Then he lowered the skin, freeing his lower body as well, revealing a bare and sturdy figure.
Clearly, Liu Manman had no intention of confronting her this time; instead, she offered a sweet smile and walked toward her.
In an instant, the ancestral dragon’s body stretched ninety million miles long, winding across the sky like a vast mountain range.
Where it passed, mountains crumbled and earth shattered; countless rocks turned to towering dust, swallowed by the surging demonic energy.
The thirty-five prominent figures forcibly abducted by Mo Xie vanished instantly upon hearing Ma Feifei’s words. They had been trapped for three whole months; such important people had too many matters to attend to.
“Boss Zhou is here too?” Jin Yong noticed DreamWorks’ distinctive working style.
Removing her apron and washing her hands, Cheng Cuihua cast a reluctant glance at Old Huang, who was still ladling food—in truth, at the spatula in his hand—before finally following Cheng Yu toward the dining hall.