Chapter Ninety-Nine: The One Behind the Scenes

Lin Peishi and Vivian were both stunned by his words, their eyes wide open, staring intently ahead. The gang of thugs, though somewhat intimidated by Shu Yiming’s declaration, refused to abandon such a golden opportunity; instead, they grew even fiercer, raining blows upon the two bodyguards.

Just as the bodyguards were about to succumb, a car suddenly sped over from the distance, screeching to a halt right there.

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Indeed, the more one knows, the more questions await ahead. Wu Tian decided to set this problem aside for now, first using the tens of thousands of survivors moved from Zhangye City to San Francisco to stimulate the domain of faith.

The pain in Macau, that agony at his waist, was a wound he would never forget, a humiliation that would haunt him forever.

The store manager’s actions were unknown to Bai Feiyu’s party. On the journey to the Bai family estate, Qin Xiao remained silent; now was not the time to speak of such matters. Qin Xiao also intended to ask for the Bai family’s help.

The pouch was only as wide as two fingers, with a red base embroidered with faint golden patterns. If one looked closely, they would see that each pattern was a character for fortune, exquisitely crafted and charming.

“Don’t worry. Since you are mine, I will protect you.” Lu Feng’s voice was remarkably calm, as if he were speaking of something trivial. Yet in the Sakura of Beijing, these were the warmest words in the world.

Lu Feng had already raised his head, his gaze falling upon that alluring figure, but his eyes remained clear, as if he saw nothing but a blank page.

Yet, when the steward heard the child’s name, a peculiar thought flashed through his mind, though he lacked the courage to voice it for now.

He felt that the youth, so young yet so powerful, must have a boundless future—he had to find a way to forge a connection.

Though he lacked the strength of an earl, as the pride of his family he had reached the rank of viscount. However, those soldiers were fiercely intimidating, and he forgot his own abilities; otherwise, he could have battled them evenly.

If nothing unexpected happened, until Ghost Claw withdrew the blood-red vortex, the Arrow of Wind would not have exploded into a storm of sharp winds. Once inside the vortex, the demon—now with greater control—could easily destroy the Arrow of Wind or even absorb its vital energy.

I became utterly convinced—even down to where it was placed, in a cardboard box, ticking away—she knew everything.

Thus, for Mingzhu Group, they had never wanted to use guns, but were ultimately forced by the Four-Link Gang.

Unfortunately, Zhu Bajie’s foundation was far inferior to Feng Yi’s. After several moments, Feng Yi let out a furious roar, punching Zhu Bajie so hard that only half his body remained.

He Baona kept shouting in her heart, tears flooding her eyes and soaking her collar.

At that time, Han Long’s foot crushed its skull, sending red and white matter splattering, slowly seeping into the black earth.

After a moment’s daze, I instinctively cast a hexagram, receiving the Mountain-Wind Gu. Something stirred in my heart, and I couldn’t help but smile.

I hurriedly agreed and fetched two bottles of red wine, then made my way to Helan Ting’s factory to find her.

Ye Song tiptoed inside. Liu Jue made a simple gesture to the military doctors, and they quietly withdrew. She walked to Su Jing’s bedside and gazed at him silently for quite some time.

Never before had a fleeting scene lingered in my mind so vividly as it did now.

Could it be that Feng Xiangkong, upon hearing this news, is secretly cursing the emperor or scheming something?

Anna understood what it meant; it seemed they would need much more time to find this person.