Chapter 59: Forcing Her to Marry a Rapist

Li Jiuwei unlocked her phone and tapped on the headline.

There were no names mentioned, but with keywords like two sisters, the younger pregnant, fiancée, sister-in-law, and wealthy family, it was all too pointed.

The article described how the fiancée, after getting drunk at a graduation party, was brutally assaulted by three men.

The words were sharp, cutting straight to the heart!

Li Jiuwei felt suffocated; those memories she dared not revisit, those times she feared to mention, all pressed heavily upon her heart once more.

He was a dignified Super-A class—would he really flee at the sight of another formidable figure? Even though Li Lei had said this guy was terrifying, that was only Li Lei’s own opinion.

As a spellcaster, he had always maintained a good habit: no matter the situation, even if he had to step in himself, he would try to find a tank to take the brunt of things. This caution had saved him many times in the past, even when he believed he could handle matters on his own.

The driver sneered coldly, offered no response, and floored the gas pedal. The car surged forward, sending Ji Ran tumbling heavily onto the back seat.

Ren Jian grew anxious at the sound and rushed to explain, “Master, it’s not that I’m unwilling—how could I refuse such a good thing? What I mean is, I can try to find a way for the four hundred thousand, but keep the stocks for yourself.”

No sooner had he spoken than he caught sight of Gao Ming—and was instantly dumbfounded. Gao Ming, holding back a bellyful of anger, still managed a polite nod to Zhu Jianguo but said nothing.

Ren Jian said, “Hongmei, I know it’s tough for you to work out here, and it’s not easy.” He paused, then pointed at the card. “There’s two hundred thousand here—I’d like your help with something important.”

In front of Chu Fan, a giant cruise ship nearly thirty meters tall was docked at the port of Jingjiang.

Lu Weilin watched Luo Lie from the side, silently drawing out a cigarette. His smoking posture was far more collected and indifferent than Luo Lie's. Lu Weilin held little passion for tobacco—if Luo Lie hadn’t mentioned it, he would have forgotten he even had a pack on him.

“It’s not that it sounds bad, and it’s not that I dislike it. I just think your parents must have been out of their minds when they married with a name like that. But it does seem fated between us,” Yu Jiu’er laughed softly.

Of course, if their cultivation levels rose further, the distance over which they could sense each other would increase as well. For instance, if they advanced to the Sovereign Realm, they could sense each other even across the cosmic seas.

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could a broke loser who drives a Chery own all these luxury cars?” the fat man protested, refusing to believe it.

Jin Shengzhe couldn’t help but think of the demons in Zone 6—working by day, out at night to unwind, like nocturnal animals.

The power of these two was far beyond what they could handle; all they could do was keep track of their whereabouts and wait for Lord Jiaoyang’s return to deal with the matter.

Xiao Jiujie had already brought out her candy machine gun and set it beside her feet. Some of the dinosaurs were covered in colorful goo—all her handiwork.

In contrast to Qin Feng’s complaints about the convoluted system, the armies were thrilled by the prospect of being personally welcomed by Emperor Li Shimin of the Great Tang. The news spread, and everyone rejoiced with cheers.

Tianyuan clapped his hands, and suddenly, a cup of hot tea brimming with spiritual energy appeared before Jiang Yun.

Feeling this ethereal presence, Xiao Mohe was unwilling to miss the opportunity. Silver needles in hand, he wove them into a silvery curtain, each one striking precisely at Bei Luo’s acupoints.

Jiang Yun shouted, wielding the Golden Holy Sword as he unleashed the tenth and eleventh sword techniques he had created.

“There’s nothing here I’d hesitate to let you see. You’ve already healed my face—if I didn’t want you to look, I fear I’d never break through the ninth level myself!” Silver Moon said to Ye Long.

A faint voice rang out in the sealed space, reverberating toward the silent, dog-like mechanical head.