Chapter 35: Splitting the Profits

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After waiting for about fifteen minutes, Bao Bie felt it was time. He rose, left the restroom, stepped onto the levitation platform, and arrived at the third floor.

Tohsaka Tokiomi and Irisviel voiced their suspicions after a moment of hesitation, yet Matou Kariya displayed complete indifference toward it all.

However, with the training camp now terminated and the Hua Alliance in a state of panic due to the base infiltration, everyone was busy investigating and tying up loose ends. Furthermore, to avoid suspicion, no one was available to escort him back.

Inside the VIP lounge, all unauthorized personnel had been cleared out. Even passengers holding first-class tickets were diverted to the general waiting area under the pretext that the lounge facilities were undergoing maintenance.

Twenty minutes later, the "driver" parked the car in front of a retro-style palace. It was a dark red cylindrical building with a nostalgic flair; combined with its ancient architectural structure and unique form, it felt as though it belonged to thousands of years ago.

Yet, this Zhou Tian—a man before whom they all bowed in submission—had been kicked into oblivion by Gu Feng with a single light strike, as if fate had played a cruel joke on them.

Zeng Jingxiang shook his head and clinked his glass against Bao Feiyang’s. Having more flexible time, he was drinking white spirits, hoping to use the liquor to vent his frustrations.

After saying this, Nero fell silent. For a moment, the atmosphere between the two felt subtly wrong. It was so strange that even someone as airheaded as Arcueid seemed to sense something.

Streaks of white radiance scattered across the sky like a heavy snowfall, yet beyond that, there were no other wonders to behold.

Upon reaching the breach, seeing that the Behemoth troops were still far away, Tetkalo did not wait for orders. Instead, he led all his Death Knights in a proactive charge to meet the incoming wolf cavalry head-on.

Old Mi didn't hold Qin Shuai in any regard at all. In his view, had it not been for An Guangqing protecting him from behind, Qin Shuai would have long since been killed by the North Five States Alliance.

Harry didn't understand what this meant, but before he could ask, he saw Charlotte leap off the rooftop.

Although the two were twins, their personalities were vastly different. Ci Jing was frugal and managed the household, and for most major decisions, Ci Shu would defer to her sister's opinion.

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Having taken the branch of the Great椿 Tree and captured the nine golden cicadas, he was now being hunted by the Eight-Winged Flying Cicada. Given his current strength, he was powerless to resist it, and staying by Jiang Yun's side was his only safety.

Lin Fan hurriedly wrapped his arms around A Yin’s soft waist, his heart racing with an excitement similar to when he had cared for Bi Bi Dong during her pregnancy.

He could not afford to be careless; the zombie tide was intensifying, and he had to give it one hundred percent of his strength.

Wolverine frantically slashed at the spider silk on his body, while Wade had already drawn his dual pistols, firing with everything he had.

Between hundreds of thousands of dollars and getting a beating, Zi Ye Feng naturally chose the money without hesitation.

"I... went out for a hookup." Shu Yu felt guilty. She took a bottle of water from the fridge and gulped it down; she had screamed so loudly last night that her throat was hoarse.

This sound didn't just melt Bodo Rumi’s own bones; it also softened the branches of the Wutong tree like a potion of dissolution.

He walked slowly down the street, glancing occasionally at the stalls set up by other contractors, searching for what he needed. When he reached an empty spot, finding nothing he required, Zhang Shuo didn't mind. He set up his own stall and displayed his dagger, blade stings, and blue meat jerky.

After handing the Hundred-Flower Brew to Fang Chen, Han Ning waited for a reply. But the entire afternoon passed without a call. Not in a rush, Han Ning spent the night in cultivation. The experience of battling the Azure Lion Spirit taught him that he was still a novice who needed to work hard and could not afford to slack off.

Qu Feifei’s hair was tied up, a button on her pants was missing, and her clothes were disheveled. She tied Huo Qing’s coat around her waist like a skirt. One of the heels on her high-heeled shoes had snapped off, and she hobbled over in this state.

Though he had only been cultivating for a hundred years, his experiences were in no way inferior to those who had lived for millennia. Having fought continuously for decades, his resolve was as firm as a rock.

"Brother Leopard, is it? A pretty imposing name. Not bad. Let’s just call it a day, shall we? It’s just a barrel of beer. Give me some face and tell your brothers to disperse. It’s the middle of the night, and it hasn't been easy for anyone. Here’s some money, take it." Liu Ziguang ignored Brother Leopard's aggression and spoke on his own terms.

"Our practical training mission for today is canceled. I said it, and we must resolve this matter! Otherwise, I won't feel at ease letting you people follow my brothers onto the battlefield. You’ll get my brothers killed!" Hu Yu shouted at them.

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The group followed the wild boar into the village. The village chief was surprised to see them, especially upon hearing that Xin Qing was the one who needed the prescription. The old man was incredibly excited, taking her pulse and prodding her body until Ying Qingcang glared at him with a darkened face, at which point he stroked his beard and spoke.

This scene was adapted by Shen Fan from his own ascension, using soul-shifting techniques to forcibly create an effect similar to altering memories.

That was because the stone statue was holding something in its left hand, and one of its feet was stepping on a patch of darkness, looking exactly as she had when she transformed into the beast-headed form earlier.

Even if you just logged into your Penguin account, information could easily pop up. In this era of advanced information, many people here must have seen the news.

While these competition rules might bring greater economic benefits to the production team and rake in more money, it completely went against Chu Feng's original intentions, and Dream-Building TV was not exactly short of money.

"Iron Mountain Lean?" Jiang De stroked his chin, feeling that this move by Wu Song was remarkably similar to the Iron Mountain Lean of the later Baji Quan, with a touch of Drunken Fist as well. This Wu Song was indeed as legendary as they said.

Ye Chen’s gaze turned grim. He raised his hand, pulling the man toward him, and gripped his throat. With a slight exertion of force, the sound of snapping bone echoed, and the man instantly lost his life.

"Though I, You Jingyan, am not a monk, I have never been one to tell lies." You Jingyan continued sipping his tea, indifferent to what Cao Jingxiu might be thinking. If he had questions, he would answer them one by one.

"Sigh, sigh, sigh. This is the imperial court of the Great Song; it is not for a foreign envoy like you to question the Emperor of the Great Song." Only after using his rogue-like charm to draw the Liao envoy's attention to himself did You Jingyan deliver this line.