Chapter 22: Business

Hardly had she begun to learn when her second brother caught her, nearly breaking her legs for her trouble.

Long Ge, who had been watching from the sidelines to see how Zhang Wei intended to handle things, spoke up with an air of grand generosity.

Mu Ke’s gaze fell upon her neckline. Her loungewear was loose to begin with, and as Sheng Jiayu lay on her side like that, he could easily see the snow-white skin of her chest.

If she still had the strength to move, the only thing she would want to do right now was plant her fist firmly in Leng Jichen’s face.

The two had come to attend the imperial banquet. Before they even left the house, His Highness had told her that she only needed to sit there and leave everything else to him.

After all, she was not very close to Gu Chenxue, and Lu Jiaxin was not yet ready to pour out all her troubles to her.

There had been a touch of melancholy in the air, but it wasn't particularly heavy, and now, thanks to Zhou Chengchen’s antics, it had vanished without a trace.

Upon opening it, Harley found more than half an urn of petrified bone marrow—a quantity three times greater than what Saous had given him.

"Just because you want to kill me? You’re still far too early for that!" Terefe said with disdain, though the voice that emerged from her throat was that of a small child.

The only thing that mystified Kanasha was that Lu Wang should have passed out long ago. Those water elements were composed of "heavy water," and a single blow possessed enough power to shatter mountains and split stones. Yet, after enduring such a savage beating, Lu Wang acted as if nothing had happened; not only did he stand up and brush off his clothes, but there wasn't even a speck of dust or a single scratch on him.

This astonishing scene continued to be recounted by the soldiers who had miraculously survived the encounter, long after Li He and his party had departed fifteen days later.

However, after some time, Qin Fen realized that his worries had been entirely in vain. Following a knock at the door, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed through the room.

She was exhausted, her nerves stretched to their limit. Without realizing it, she drifted off to sleep while leaning against Ling Mo’s chest.

Back in the day, Lord Xiutian had led all the generals on an expedition to the North Pole, and it was then that Marshal Tianyou had first laid eyes on him.

She felt a sudden, inexplicable worry. The people on the other side were numerous and armed with clubs. Although she knew Lu Liting was no weakling, she could not help herself.

Yang Erniu was not one to be trifled with either. Before Liu Zhang could reach out, he grabbed her by the hair, and the two immediately tumbled into a brawling heap.

"Haha, let's eat." Although Qiao Mimi said this, she had absolutely no appetite.

After Sohu went public, Zhang Chaoyang built the company headquarters right at the gate of Tsinghua University and recruited his junior schoolmate, Wang Chuan, to take charge of developing Sogou’s search functionality. The core members of Wang Chuan’s team were mostly Tsinghua alumni.

This bar was managed by Orange Wolf. Business was shockingly good, and there were over a hundred bouncers on staff. When a riot suddenly broke out, Orange Wolf’s men immediately sensed something was wrong; shouting, they rushed to the entrance of the bar.

Tang Meng’s eyes darted about as a plan suddenly took root. As for Tang Ying, she didn't know why she kept hiding things from him, but her intuition told her to do so—to protect him and keep him far away from all of this.

Unexpectedly, this Bond Investigation Agency was quite legitimate—at least it appeared to be. Not only did they have formal licenses and registration certificates, but they also operated out of a decent office building, and all the employees wore neat uniforms, looking quite professional.

It was precisely because A-Bin and Li Jiang were expanding their drug business that they began to threaten the traditional drug trade that had been established in the Golden Triangle for centuries. A massive catastrophe was quietly looming over Di Xiong.

"Use the Zhu Blood Sword to try and twist the blood roots out of the Lesser God’s body!" Qian You lay across Gu Mingjun’s head, clutching his chest and gasping for air.

Ying Xue had once been a professional boxer and had enjoyed the days of squandering money; he knew a thing or two about the flashy world. After Liu Kui treated him like a brother, he no longer maintained that arrogant and indifferent facade.

With or without the Painting of the Firmament Arts, he was destined to be a prisoner, trapped in the shackles of regret for an indefinite sentence.

Muscle Hui swung his blade a dozen times. As the two machetes clashed, Muscle Hui actually managed to snap the blade in the other man’s hand.

A merchant’s claims like "I’m not making any money, I’m selling at a loss" were just as hollow as an old classmate saying, "Let’s have dinner sometime." Anyone who took them seriously simply lacked the intelligence to know better.

The Late-Faction evil tribesmen who had been pursuing them appeared at the end of the long, dark tunnel. Pink Tongue bared her teeth at Mike and let out a long roar toward the other end of the tunnel. Seeing this, the Blood Clan didn't dare to give chase again.

Seeing him head toward the bathroom, Wang Ling, who had just begun to relax, felt her heart tighten once more, rising into her throat.

The powerhouses on Norland’s side also sensed the terror of that beam of light. They either condensed their battle qi or bolstered themselves with magic, preparing their defenses. These were seasoned warriors; they naturally saw that the light beam wouldn't reach them just yet, giving them ample time to prepare.

"Is it reinforcements?" SWAT immediately beamed, quickly pulling out a micro-computer from his side to connect and transmit the information.

Yun Tianyang did not retreat but advanced instead, striking out with another palm. The powerful aura, like a frenzied dragon, roared and swept up a biting hurricane that surged outward in all directions.

Facing Qi Lin, He Fan did not show his usual irritability, though the requirements he set were even stricter than those he had given Liu Chuang.

"What are you afraid of? You’re still here, aren't you? Just finish them off. Didn't you say that these biochemical ghosts’ stealth abilities are useless against you?" Su Ling didn't seem worried in the slightest; she reached up to adjust the beige cap on her head and smiled.

Before the black light could strike Yun Tianyang, the gale whipped up by that terrifying radiance had already slammed into his body in an instant. At that moment, Yun Tianyang’s long hair flew wildly, and his robes snapped in the wind.

Sun Yan looked at the price of the adrenaline syringe and couldn't help but twitch his lips. What kind of garbage was this? Even for an injection, one had to choose between "good" and "bad" quality.

As the jinchūriki, Kushina’s impending childbirth was not just a family matter for Minato; it was a "state affair" for the Hidden Leaf. The entire top leadership of the village placed great importance on the event.

"Don't play dumb. Tell me how you plan to deal with Li Bing?" Old Liu, not wanting to let him off the hook, continued to press.

Then, the three of them—who were supposed to be embroiled in a web of love, hate, and enmity—climbed onto that fuzzy, brawny body.

"A perfectly good martial arts drama was adapted into a romance. Although the remaining fight scenes are worth noting, what do you expect me to think of this eight-o'clock soap opera drama about a domineering CEO falling in love with me?" Wu Fan shrugged helplessly as he answered.