Chapter 52: The Four Mighty Guardians

“Tiger, go and bring me all my training tools, the whole set. This girl is really wild today—she’s got me in the mood, so I’m going to break her in properly.”

“Yes, boss.” Tiger quickly ran to Li Haibo’s side and reported quietly, “Boss, we just caught a survivor.”

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“Raffi, I didn’t expect this brute to be so strong. Let’s stop holding back and go all out.” Qian Pengsheng looked at Raffi as he spoke.

“Isn’t that Mu Zifei, the junior?” Just as Mu Zifei was basking in joy, a voice came from the distance.

Trillions, hundreds of billions—the numbers sounded terrifying, but even if calculated annually, the pure profit amounted to no more than a single Sky Coin.

But how long has he been in Binhai City? He’s already changed so much? Chen Xu shook his head in doubt, uncertain what exactly had influenced him.

After finishing, Shi Huanjun moved like the wind, charging toward me. All I could see was his figure and the fist about to make intimate contact with my handsome face.

“Of course, that’s not a problem. But there’s no rush. What I mean is, I can offer you this office building for free,” Tang Lingyin said generously.

Such a scheme would never occur to ordinary people, but for a Grand Golden Immortal, it was nothing. They could traverse the ages at will, and whatever these people had experienced, he knew as if it were the back of his hand.

“Get lost. I’m not into men.” After hearing that, I kicked Li Changqing in the chest and slammed the door shut.

He sighed and said, “Today, I gave you some basic training, so I have a rough idea of your abilities. At the same time, I told you there are things you just can’t say carelessly.” At this, Raffi’s face twisted into a sinister grin.

Nanfeng had many questions for the Blindman, but some things could not be asked. The Blindman’s origins and true age were off-limits—if he wanted to tell, he would do so himself. Nor could Nanfeng ask about the Blindman’s plans; such matters were not for him to know. All he could ask were trivial things.

After destroying the Xuanqing Sect, Shang Liang regretted it. How could the desolate northern desert compare to the prosperity of Annan? With sandstorms blotting out the sun and barely a blade of grass surviving, it was exile in all but name. Yet as his power grew, life in the northern wastes became unexpectedly comfortable and carefree.

No one knew Wang Xiangsheng had such a side. In everyone’s eyes, Wang Xiangsheng was warm-hearted and devoted in love—many dreamed of marrying him.

Zhan Xiu was surveying the surroundings. When he heard the cough and looked up, he met the old man’s imposing gaze, sending a chill through his heart.

“You really intend to let the Gu brothers go?” The man in the bamboo hat lifted his head slightly, his cold gaze piercing through the blue gauze at Tantai Jie.

After leaving the temporary operations command, the two stood atop Lover’s Peak, the highest point of the ridge. Below, the fierce battle raged on; it was already eight in the morning.

“So if you have children, would you hit them like this too?” Shen Xinyi couldn’t understand—was this negative education? The previous generation suffered abuse, and the next would endure the same. It was always the children who suffered.

“What?” Lin Moxuan sprang to his feet, voice raised. The people around stared at him in confusion, but Lin Moxuan didn’t care.

Zhang Jiaming’s eyes grew misty. As his staunchest supporter, this old Russian had always served him with unwavering loyalty. Whether in character or integrity, Zhang Jiaming had cultivated him as his most trusted confidant. Now, the time had come for him to repay that trust.