Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Worthless One

This greasy man was none other than Li Yiming himself. After suffering a humiliating defeat at Shu Yiming’s hands last time, Li Yiming had returned home only to receive two hard slaps from his own father. Afterwards, he began to investigate Shu Yiming’s background, only to discover that Shu Yiming actually wielded no real power or influence. From that moment on, Li Yiming considered him an enemy, harboring a lasting grudge.

Now, having just been shoved by Shu Yiming again, Li Yiming’s heart...

Jiang Tian’s company had reached its current scale without any illicit dealings. Though he had encountered a few officials subtly soliciting bribes, he had always ignored them.

“Is this the one?” Li Lin took out the lump of metal, weighed it a little in his hand, and, finding it not very heavy, instinctively felt this was not the vibranium he sought.

“By the way, where did you get that video?” Mo Xi asked as she shut down her computer.

At least, as far as prisoners went, this was already a sign of considerable respect. Though some tactics were employed, given Nangong Yan’s strength and status, it was far better to use such means than none at all.

At some point, a shadowy figure had silently appeared in the room. With a slender waist, the figure walked to the side of the bed, gazing at Dongfang Ruoyan, whose clothing was in disarray.

Two names flashed instantly through Du Gou’s mind. These two princes were seasoned veterans of the battlefield. They had achieved great military merits in their time, but in recent years, to avoid suspicion, both had gradually distanced themselves from the court and the army.

“All right, it’s hard to get a cab around here, and it’ll be inconvenient if it gets too late. I won’t keep you,” Big Sister Ma said with a smile. After a week, they had grown quite familiar, and she no longer stood on ceremony as she had when they first met.

What are those two greasy hands of yours rubbing together for? Are you trying to play the awkward middle-aged husband caught returning home late by his wife?

“Pfft!” Ye Chengying suddenly felt a rush of heat in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, his mind going blank as he fell flat on his back.

Unable to produce a smart phone in the short term, they would have to purchase materials from Tiantian Group, which essentially meant handing money over to them.

Kong Yanxi acted as if he hadn’t heard Wang Qiao at all, walking up to Lin Beiwei and placing the boxed meal in front of her.

With the death of this person, the psychological defenses of the other two all but collapsed. They never expected, even in such circumstances, that their companion could be slain so silently and effortlessly.

If he were to be investigated, he would be suspended in the short term, losing any chance to help Huo Ting. So that was their plan all along.

In the end, Yu Xiangning arranged for Hu Qiuyao to work at the company, thus resolving a lingering concern.

“Stupid cat!” Miao La jumped onto her shoulder, growling irritably in an attempt to stop her from entering.

Given all these circumstances, Luo Tian remained in the dark, hoping to find some records to gain an advantage.

Eden Gal found herself momentarily unable to react. The darkness had clouded her vision, robbing her of reason and composure.

Yu Bi straightened his back, about to speak, when Yi Yunsheng suddenly kicked him in the chest.

However, Luo Tian had only just begun to extend his senses when he felt his consciousness enveloped by a fiery aura, as though half his very being were about to be refined away.

Ji Fulai gazed at the pale, handsome man in front of her, reaching out to take the phone from him. Her fingertips brushed ever so lightly against Arthur’s cool fingers.

“To be honest, Master, I’m just as harried by the Sacred Fire Order. It seems the Sacred Fire Hall is plotting something big!” Leng Xiaoyun said.

At this point, attacking was out of the question; he took a few steps back, widening the distance between himself and the Red Cat.

Platinum King’s body was like steel and iron; even after being punched and kicked, he remained unscathed. With a surge of strength, he would seize a weapon from time to time, but rather than use it, he would simply snap it in two with his bare hands, as if these weapons were made from dead branches. Even Sun Liang, watching from the side, couldn’t help but marvel in secret.