Chapter 150: Are You Saying I'm Unworthy to Face Him?

"Who are you? Why have you come for me?" Qingcheng's icy voice drifted across.

Cao Bin shook his right arm vigorously to dispel the numbness, then said with a smile, "Who I belong to is no longer important. I simply have a deal I'd like to discuss with you."

"I have no interest in your deal..."

Ouyang Jian explained that he had to use unfamiliar faces to prevent any unforeseen accidents.

Rong Jin suddenly wondered: there had been at least two assassins tonight—was their target truly only the Crown Princess?

Ji Lin'an was scolded and slunk out of the banquet in disgrace. With the New Year's Eve feast now ruined, the old Emperor simply claimed he was tired and left, taking his retinue with him.

I walked slowly out of the main hall. When I reached the entrance of Lin Meng'er's home, I saw her standing in the courtyard speaking with a man. The man seemed emotionally unstable, snapping at her, "What exactly makes me inferior to him?" As he spoke, he sensed my approach and glanced toward me.

In the winter, even a mild cold would cause her immense suffering, leaving her coughing day and night as if she were trying to cough up her very heart and lungs.

She turned her head, her eyes clear and bright, devoid of any impurity. When her gaze inadvertently met his, he was momentarily stunned, a faint flush rising to his handsome face.

He knew that Ding Lan’s eyes might hold him, but her heart did not. He knew it all; it was impossible for anyone to truly enter Ding Lan’s inner world.

The four-inch photo looked as if it had been printed on a standard printer; the colors lacked vibrancy, suggesting it wasn't a professional photo printer, but likely something Mr. Antoine had snuck out of the office using a color inkjet printer.

What Jiang Lijun was referring to now was the matter of Bai Xue colluding with another company to frame Jiang Lijun's firm.

The assassination attempt on the long street last time had truly frayed the Emperor's nerves. This time, he had directly appointed the top martial arts scholar as the Crown Prince's personal bodyguard.

Sharp-eyed Amy looked at Locke and Doris beside him with a lascivious grin, only to be met with a swift chop to the neck from Doris.

Upon seeing this, Li Song let out a cry, instantly performing a desperate roll into the nearby coconut grove.

Controlling her body, which had accelerated due to extreme tension, Letia gradually slowed down. Finally, escorted by the four gargoyles chasing closely behind, she arrived above the Holy Cavalry.

"We are heading to the final destination of our journey, but a certain doubt has been troubling me," Locke said, frowning slightly.

Chu He’s expression shifted rapidly. Finally, gritting his teeth, the Overlord’s Martial Courage within him surged with brilliant yellow light. A sound like rolling thunder erupted, his physique grew significantly more robust, and his strength instantly increased sevenfold. He thrust the Demon Bee Stinger into his arm, the weapon glowing with a terrifying yellow radiance.

Chen Bufan sneered and brought his palm down. Youquan’s body instantly shattered, dissolving into countless wisps of black mist that scattered in all directions.

Regardless of whether he could cure Han Yang, and regardless of whether Han Yang lived or died, he had to shirk responsibility as much as possible right now.

Yan Xin wandered around the seafood market, but finding nothing he actually needed to buy, he picked up a few crabs at random and took the No. 3 bus back home.

Upon hearing this, Tianji shuddered violently. He nodded repeatedly, promising not to fail expectations, before glancing blankly at the pitch-black desert surrounding them, his face filled with distress.

Lu Su was truly stunned; he felt so dizzy that he couldn't even manage a "pleased to meet you," merely raising his wine glass mechanically.

Huzi knew, but he just smiled, wiped away the spit with his hand, and delivered a punch. "You son of a bitch, fine. I won't ask you anything yet—I'll start the interrogation right now! Look at all these instruments of torture; which one do you think suits you best?" Huzi mused, looking them over.