Chapter 102: Resentment
Zhao An slapped the nearby car, let out a cold snort, and his eyes flashed with disdain as he cursed, “Damn it, the factory’s about to go bankrupt, and they’re still laughing and joking here—are they insane or what?”
Beside him sat a bald man, who immediately chimed in, “Boss, don’t bother with him. I reckon that guy’s just a fool, we shouldn’t waste our time…”
Huangfu Zhuangyan had already conducted a thorough investigation into Yang Fan, knowing full well that, under these circumstances, with his carefree nature, he would never have any ties to a place like this, let alone the state.
Moreover, this time was unlike the past; now, every hidden evil cultivator in Meishan City had been rooted out. For all the residents, this was truly a momentous blessing.
Yet the scorching sunlight seeped through the gaps in the leaves, baking the softening earth, leaving both men stifled by the heat.
Upon hearing this, Yang Fan was momentarily stunned, his expression shifting. Meng Feifei, beside him, was also taken aback, clearly not expecting that this American would attempt to secretly purchase the new alloy parameters, and at such a high price.
Suddenly, a powerful, stirring song echoed through this humble district, accompanied by slow, steady footsteps, as if it were a melody from the realm between heaven and hell.
“Father, what’s inside this?” Xiulian asked, curiosity shining in her eyes as she looked at the document bag in Xiudao’s hand.
The weapons had already been checked several times; a few fully loaded magazines lay neatly by their side. The warrior reached out from time to time, testing for the most convenient angle.
By conventional wisdom, two tigers cannot share a mountain. If the power of Meishan City’s lord, Fu Zhuang, and the Yan Family each claimed half the city, then before Ye Lin even arrived, the battle for Meishan’s ownership would have left mountains of corpses.
He Wei clutched his head in both hands, dodging desperately as he struggled to shake the person off him.
“Stop talking, I’ve got goosebumps already. Alive or dead, I just hope I never run into him again,” Li Ao shuddered, gulped down a mouthful of liquor.
In the next moment, a thunderous sound erupted from within Xu Yan’s body, as a cascade of golden lightning crackled from head to toe.
Although Shen Fei agreed to cooperate, surprises were inevitable, so he placed men in Zhongcui Palace, ready to act at the slightest sign of trouble.
Even Qi Siyuan’s fans now feasted daily on gossip—who cared about the song’s title anymore?
In the end, he survived, begging for mercy just to stay alive, but that shadow said nothing, simply raised the great blade and charged forward.
Following her memories, she hailed a cab back to the residence she once shared with Lin Yichen. After a comfortable bath, she lounged on the sofa enjoying fruit, when suddenly the living room door was yanked open.
Youzhou City was crucial, but if the northwest defenses fell, the Eagle Army would sweep in unimpeded, and the casualties would only multiply.
Were it not for the twitching grey-white ears atop her head and the swaying thick tail behind her, she might have seemed truly aloof and cool.
Yet now the man was dead, and all grudges and passions perished with him.
“I’m getting serious!” he roared, channeling even purer immortal energy into the steel blade in his hands.
October eighth—a date he would never forget. That was the peak of his life, when he lifted the trophy as Best Actor in Jiangbei.
The Many-Treasure Tathagata personally oversaw the journey to the West for the scriptures, but with Jieyin and Zhun Ti maneuvering on all sides, Maitreya could not help but feel slightly dissatisfied. After all, the Many-Treasure Tathagata was merely an outsider; how could he possibly shoulder such a vital task? Thus, a subtle hint of mockery slipped into his words.