Chapter 148: You Intend to Kill Li Dechao

Cao Bin would never leave behind anyone connected to him in any way. He had no intention of leaving himself a potential enemy for the future.

Especially after Cao Bin emerged from Li Dechao’s place, it would be troublesome if these people tried to obstruct him. There were still so many zombies outside. He could handle one or two people, even three or four, but if people and zombies surrounded him together, wouldn’t that become a serious problem?

......

The sunlight gradually faded from the surroundings. A bank of dark clouds arrived with the rustling wind, covering the roof tiles above Qin Jinyu’s head.

That night, Xize drove the car straight onto the ferry bound for Oakland. A spring night in San Francisco was cooler than noon in Berlin in November, and he slowly rolled up the windows. Everything on the outskirts of Oakland was pitch-black. Nothing could be seen inside the sealed car, while the smell of smoked meat and strange Eastern spices lingered stubbornly in the air.

Tang Qishan had not yet reacted. He had no idea how the man who had still been leisurely drinking red wine moments ago had somehow appeared behind him like a ghost.

Menstruation itself could cause digestive problems. On top of that, she had eaten a mixture of roasted chicken and beef prepared by the Turks, along with some raw vegetables and potatoes. Now those difficult-to-digest foods had begun fermenting in her stomach, and her bowels rumbled loudly in protest.

“What do we do now? Should we go out?” Aside from the three black-robed summoners, everyone else had essentially finished recovering their energy and regained their combat strength. Wu Tong naturally wanted to leave the secret chamber as quickly as possible and see what had just been summoned.

“It’s nothing good.” Feilin’s face flushed slightly. To conserve her magic, she had not used any spells and had advanced on foot like everyone else, which was rather difficult for a mage.

A variety show originally scheduled by Fruit TV to premiere next Saturday had suddenly been moved up to this Saturday, still at eight in the evening. It was clearly meant to go head-to-head with Beijing TV.

Jin Chengzhan gazed at the white clouds overhead. Would he ride the clouds, carrying a magnificent tiger, to propose marriage? Would the princess be frightened?

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gust of wind swept over. Gu Xi caught the fist flying toward him, then delivered a beautiful spinning kick straight to the attacker’s neck. The man collapsed to the ground and never rose again.

Wu Jin retreated with difficulty beneath Lan’s bizarre attacks, until his back finally struck the gate leading to the council’s exit.

He would rather leap down and die from the fall than become the puppet of an unscrupulous salt merchant. At least then he could receive a posthumous title and an honorary appointment, while his wife and children might still be granted hereditary rank and privileges.

Jiang Chunrong had run out of options. The Wang family had declared that there was no future for her in Whitewater Town, so she could only try her luck in neighboring Clearwater Town. If she took the main road, it would still take several days. Before she even reached Clearwater Town, she and her two obedient little treasures would starve to death along the way.

As the mailbox opened, a large pile of newspapers spilled out, issue after issue scattering across the ground.

These Wall-E robotic vehicles were the earliest battle-mech designs created by You Tianxue. They were all equipped with intelligent programs to improve their agility and ability to adapt to changing circumstances. The treads had been added so they could cope with harsh terrain.

Sweat glistening all over her, Zhang Fengyi let out a delicate hum and turned to sit on the stone bench. She extended her sleeve to wipe away the beads of perspiration, then prepared to place her hairpin back into her jet-black coiffure.

After finally coming up with a strategy praised by the ministers, he ended up being torn apart by Chen Luo’s criticism.

However, what he had suggested—bringing Han Zhengxuan and Gu Nan together—would indeed be rather difficult.

Even such a scorching-hot potato had been placed in the car by that dim-witted Sangge and packed up along with everything else before being sent to her.

Everyone drew a deep breath. When Ji Gong Shiliuye’s gaze swept over them, they hurriedly looked away. Even if anger burned in their hearts, none of them dared to voice an objection.

I was completely at their mercy. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Madam Su watching the two of us with a smile, as though she were looking at the children she cherished most.