Chapter 113: He Can't Forget You—But What About You?

“It’s all right, it doesn’t hurt that much.” Gu Shen gently reassured Zhou Ci, who sat silently with a tense face, gripping her hand tightly.

“I’m sorry.” Zhou Ci’s voice was low and heavy, full of suppressed emotion.

Gu Shen glanced at Jiang Ling, who was still struggling desperately in the policeman’s grasp.

Relief washed over her.

…

“Now that I’m the mistress of the house, I have to shoulder this responsibility,” Cheng Yaojin said with a hint of pride.

People are the most important part of society; what use is wealth without people? You can’t take it with you when you’re born or when you die.

The helicopter swept low, heedless and wild, the powerful wash from its rotors sending the treetops below into ceaseless motion. This was his final patrol, so he flew even lower, for only then could he truly see whether there was anyone beneath him.

“How did you end up here?” Back at headquarters, Mantulov entered his office to find a familiar, beautiful figure waiting for him.

“Kil’jaeden, your time is up!” Cenarius launched his assault, channeling the power of nature straight at Kil’jaeden. The energy pierced Kil’jaeden’s fel shield and detonated within, shattering the foul barrier in an instant.

Qiu Menghan picked up the melody without missing a beat. Although the song had been written for two men, something about their voices made it feel as if it was always meant to be sung this way—effortless and harmonious.

Even when they heard about the launch of a new pair of glasses, these people were not overly concerned. Despite the rumors of what might happen if martial techniques were leaked, they managed to remain composed.

When the scar-faced man’s headless body finally crashed to the ground in the dueling arena, the surrounding disciples snapped back to their senses—only to realize Ye Zhan had already vanished without a trace.

Beria hoped to use the friendship between Yakov and Mantulov to draw the young leader—who held important positions in both the army and the government—into his own political circle. Meanwhile, Mantulov wanted to groom Yakov as a key piece in the nation’s security apparatus.

Nikolas was a central figure in the Dark Church, and he himself was the Pope’s illegitimate son. The Pope had already shown him mercy by not strangling him at birth—how could one expect Nikolas to treat Sen with kindness and warmth?

When they left the capital, they had only one horse. Now, after leaving the bandits’ lair, they had two—naturally, two horses were far faster than one. The second horse was a gift from the robbers, and they’d made sure to choose the finest from the lot.

She needed a favor, so it felt awkward to ask, especially since everyone here was a third-tier expert—she had no reason to act superior.

“Hey! Your horse is running off—I’ll help you catch it!” The voice, boyish and slightly strange, rang out suddenly, full of impatience and rebelliousness.

With his support, I stood up, walked to the door, opened it to check, and confirmed that Luo Ange was indeed in the kitchen. Only then did I close the door, pull Director Yi out onto the balcony, and succinctly ask him to look into the business in Wu City, especially matters concerning Mang Kang.

Wang Wan’s cheeks flushed. In front of Wen Ruixiu, her embarrassment turned to annoyance and she shot him a glare before running off.

For now, she decided against exchanging the hairpin for a gift. The craftsmanship was so unique that if she tried to sell it, he would surely find out and she’d have to rack her brains for an explanation once again.

Though Zhu Si always followed Mang Kang, he was most afraid of the stern eldest master. So he slunk away, dejected. Only after the door closed did Mang Kang turn to face me.

“Are you upset?” Han Yue looked up at me with wide, pleading eyes. If not for the glaring red swelling on her forehead, her expression would have been even more pitiful.