Chapter 33: Setting the Trap

Downstairs.

Lu Jinyan was being entangled by Liu Mengwan.

Liu Mengwan’s eyes were red, her appearance so fragile she seemed about to shatter, stirring sympathy in anyone who saw her. She bit her lip and said, “Jinyan, don’t worry. I’ll raise the child myself. I won’t tell him you’re his real father. We won’t cause you any trouble.”

Lu Jinyan’s face remained calm and impassive.

…

Just then, the sound of footsteps, soft and clear, echoed in everyone’s ears.

It meant that Sun Jiaojiao wasn’t the only lover they shared; there was also the younger sister-in-law of Wu Huzi.

Feng Che wanted to ask how Empress Xiao was doing—not for any other reason, but because Empress Xiao had once brought warmth to him. He hoped she was well.

In these times, even vocational school graduates were in demand; a college degree was even more remarkable. The eldest sister’s family could now hold their heads high—they had produced a university graduate.

After a long pause, there was a creak as the door before Feng Ji slowly opened. From the darkness within, an old man’s voice sounded, “Who is it? Isn’t this the young and promising Wind Envoy of the City of Wings?” The old man’s words were slurred, but more than that, they were chilling and sinister.

Yi Shuilan gave a heavy snort, raising both hands high. With a loud shout, as the four spirits pressed closer, his entire body radiated a shield of light. Suddenly, the barrier exploded, shattering the four spirits into fragments, leaving only wisps of light drifting around.

Xiahou obediently watched his hands. This refined gentleman possessed a pair of rough hands—a closer look revealed the bone structure and shape of his fingers were quite beautiful, but they were calloused, evidence of years of hard labor.

The cold, spoiled food was hardly edible, and prison meals were already notoriously unpleasant.

“No need for formalities.” The cool voice sent shivers through Xi Mengyuan, as if a winter wind had pierced her bones—so cold.

The eagle pecked fiercely at him, and in an instant, the snow-white rabbit was covered in blood.

After receiving four replies in succession, a bloodthirsty gleam appeared in Zhang Zheng’s eyes. He pulled the control lever, and the plane veered sharply to the right, breaking away from its escort formation. The remaining four P-40 fighters swiftly changed formation; two launched into attack mode, charging directly at the Japanese squadron.

Thanks to Tiger’s reminder, Sobis and Igor immediately understood—Sunu was asking if they wanted to leave the mercenary group.

“Is that all? Doesn’t seem like anything shameful. I never imagined my cousin was actually a hero who killed traitors.” Chen Ji put the letter back into the envelope and tucked it away in his chest.

In the Dao family, the master’s whereabouts were unknown; though the venerable elder held things together, chaos could still erupt, as happened in the Bu family. Previously, Dao Xin and Dao Miao were sent with Bu Fan to the Russian Tsar’s domain, but aside from rescuing Bu Fan’s sister, Bu Tingni, there were no more clues.

It had been a long time since he lay in a soft bed. Though unconscious meditation kept him energized, Bu Fan felt mentally exhausted these days. To resolve the chaos before him, Bu Fan knew there was only one path: grow stronger as much as possible in the time he had.

After reaching an agreement, Xue Hao and Young Master Ximen immediately rushed into the time-space wormhole, vanishing into the red-black energy.

Ordinary people now rarely spent money on movies; their favorite pastime remained watching theater performances. For just a few coins, they could enjoy the show. As for the foreign names in Western plays, the audience couldn’t even remember them.

The moment he entered the dormitory, a murderous aura enveloped him. Ouyang Tian’s mental strength, exhausted from a day’s use, was evident in his weary face.