Chapter 108: A Lesson

Ye Feng hung up the phone and casually sent a location pin. Then he put his phone away. It wasn't that Ye Feng didn't want to handle it himself. It was just that these people were too disgusting—staging an accident to extort Bai Yi on the very first day he bought his car, and even daring to insult him. Ye Feng wanted to teach them a harsh lesson, but he couldn't strike too hard or make it too bloody in front of Bai Yi, fearing it would scare him. Seeing Ye Feng hang up, Brother Hou approached. Seeing Ye Feng's honest appearance, he didn't dare to play any tricks...

She stood up, looking dazed at the familiar faces in front of her, unsure of what had just happened.

"Fuck you! Keep barking, and see if I don't rip your damn mouth apart!" I walked up to the sales assistant, staring intently at her, my voice cold as ice.

Ling'er had long been drawn in by the aroma of the grilled fish. If she hadn't been so unfamiliar with Lin Hang, she might have snatched it already. Receiving the grilled fish Lin Hang handed to her, she immediately took an impatient bite.

Seeing Hongxian holding a sword in her hand, Tie Zhulong couldn't help but size her up. He was well aware of Hongxian's martial arts prowess, having personally witnessed her defeat Yu Linghui in the arena match in the capital. Tie Zhulong believed that his own defeat to Yu Linghui had only been due to the latter's sinister Tianzhu illusion techniques.

In the back seat, Su Peiran clung to Yan Wenzhou, refusing to let go. "Mommy, hug me!" The driver saw a crack appear in Yan Wenzhou's usually expressionless face. He hastily raised the partition between the front and back seats; in the face of drama, saving one's own skin was still the priority.

Qin Fei felt that they were the true heroes of the bar, especially Cui Zihao, who had always dedicated himself to the bar without asking for anything in return.

"Once we return, we must design the Flame-Spitting Black Smoke Formation and prepare the Heavenly Hook Formation, combining the two together. When they next dare to break into the castle, we will surely annihilate their whole group within Motian Castle. We must not let them leave alive," the Grand Priest said, gnashing his teeth. The two elders also agreed in unison with his excellent plan.

"Hello, Brother Chen, are you free tonight? Help me with something..." Guan Peixin wasn't worried at all about the surveillance cameras scattered throughout Yan Wenzhou's company. Holding her head high, she looked at the lenses, wishing there were even more of them.

Director Li gently parted her thighs to carefully examine her lower body, his expression gradually turning solemn.

Qin Fei had exhausted a massive amount of his mental energy just now and found it hard to keep going. He ate a piece of fruit he had bought, but his attention was drawn to a name on Lu Ying's computer screen.

Since Third Aunt had spoken, Song Jiao had nothing left to say. She nodded and said she would go in a moment.

"Butler Wang, isn't there an antidote for the flower poison? How did it turn out like this?" Wang Shouhu took a few steps forward and reached out to peel off the skin mask stuck to Butler Wang's face.

This intensity came partly from the heat of the season itself, and partly from the heat-retaining effect of the capital being surrounded by rivers.

His face flushed red, large beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and as the air grew thin, he couldn't help but press his hand against his chest.

He seemed very busy, with a laptop set up in front of him and a tablet in his hand. His lips were tightly pursed, his expression serious and focused.

The personal guard under Amidora-jieduo was not large, numbering only a little over two hundred men. However, these guards were all of Tamil origin, tall and heavily built, possessing a distinct physical advantage. All two hundred of them wore iron armor, holding giant shields in one hand and massive battle-axes in the other.

Dusk had fallen, yet the military camps of the three armies were brightly lit. From here, one could even see the lights glowing in Chang'an, even if it was just the collective shimmer of ten thousand candles.

"Marshal Tagore, please allow this subordinate to lead these soldiers and carve out a bloody path for you! I do not seek wealth or honor; I only beg that, in honor of my death in battle, you will look after my family." With disheveled hair and a face covered in blood, Sidamul, who limped as he walked, knelt on one knee before Mandrap.

At this moment, he cared nothing for his parents and relatives, the commoners of Qingzhou, or the Great Yun of the north.