Chapter Thirty-Three: Ji Xiaoxiao
“Ouyang, tidy up and give Ji Xiaoxiao a call. Tell her there’s a collaboration to discuss.” Shu Yiming seemed to have caught onto a clue and immediately rose to leave.
Ouyang, realizing what was happening, pulled out a business card and deftly made the call. Half an hour later, at Dynasty Bar, the two of them saw Ji Xiaoxiao swaying in the middle of the dance floor. When she noticed them, she twisted her waist and headed toward their booth.
Nista was deeply worried. She couldn’t be certain whether Kane was truly capable of dealing with this young genius. In fact, if Nista had known about Lin Wei’s previous encounter with Tatalupas, she wouldn’t have been so needlessly anxious. In the realm of bloodlines, the strongest person was Lin Wei, with Tatalupas following after.
It was one of the few matches she had truly cared about—not for any particular reason, except that back then everyone called her a pretty face with no substance.
She wanted to keep Wei Lin around, because among everyone at her side, only Wei Lin was genuinely good to her. Even if she didn’t love him, she was willing to see him as an elder brother, even a father.
When Locke came to his senses, he found himself standing alone amid a field of ruins. The moment he entered the Black Domain, all his followers had vanished.
Shang Tian’s giant wolf avatar was left with barely a tenth of its former power, whereas Lu Yi’s eight-armed giant retained about thirty percent of its strength.
Witnessing Qin Ming’s comfortable prison life, the Ando family head was furious, but business came first. He hurried Tanaka to take some men and drag Qin Ming into the interrogation room.
The teahouse had five floors; the top floor was closed to the public, and only the elite could access the fourth floor. Even the third floor was hard to reserve—Old Master Zhang had booked it two days in advance.
Yet to push back against Linglong’s disrespect, Zhang Yang decided to teach her a lesson.
On Leng Baipi’s delicate face, the confident smile at the corner of her lips made it impossible to look away.
With a sudden swish, ten heavily armored “soldiers” appeared around them—armor specially reinforced by Annie, just in case their defenses weren’t enough. Though it would slow them down, at least it could buy Wang some time.
“Master, the news of His Majesty’s death has spread; they’ve started to move.” The kneeling figure replied.
Mu Zhihan’s eyes sparkled with delight; the manuscript she had spent days and nights writing had evidently moved him.
Forgiveness? Tang Yun sneered inwardly. You stole someone’s possessions and expect forgiveness? Honestly, the best solution would be to drag you—the real mastermind—out and execute you. Then all the trouble would be over.
Someone stared silently at the ground. Just minutes earlier, Aisha’s near-berserk water blast had luckily veered off course, missing by a hair’s breadth. Still, its sheer force punched through the load-bearing wall of Aisha and Janlu’s house, causing the remaining walls, already unstable and unbalanced, to collapse entirely.
Zhao Tian’s spirits soared. Coming from an official’s family, he knew better than anyone that shifts in policy meant redistribution of wealth. If Hainan truly became a province, then Hainan’s real estate market would surely skyrocket.
“Where the hell did you come from to mess things up?” someone snapped, voice low but laced with venom. “Everything was going fine until you showed up with your so-called help!”
Just then, Murong Xue finally emerged from her room, her eyes slightly swollen. Li Daniu knew she was thinking of Jiuyou.
The third princess glared at A’Feng, wanting to unleash more harsh words, but facing A’Feng’s domineering presence, she found herself speechless. Besides, she knew A’Feng spoke the truth: no matter how many guards she had, they were no match for those two damn eunuchs in the palace.
Clutching the badge, I sat on the edge of the bed and, before I knew it, drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, I sensed something was terribly amiss in the atmosphere around me.