Chapter 132 Moving House

The beautiful woman walked into the sales center, and under the guidance of a rather tall male salesman, she immediately demanded the best villa available. "I am sorry, but our best villa was just sold today," the salesman said with a hint of embarrassment. The woman was clearly displeased, though her annoyance vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "Then I will take the one right next to it," she replied.

Just as the motorcycle turned onto the wide main road, a sudden roar of an engine echoed from behind.

She was secretly startled, but she did not slow her pace. She kept wondering when such a stunning beauty had arrived in the village, as she felt she had never seen her before.

In her mind, the image of Zhao Guangdong’s reliable side surfaced unbidden. While he appeared quite undependable on the surface, whenever the most critical moments arrived, he would always appear like a protective older brother. He would never let anyone down; his playboy attitude was merely a mask, beneath which lay a deeply moving sincerity.

"Hey, I just need to say a few words to Daddy, that's all," Su Quanquan replied, turning her face away again.

Once the surroundings were fully cleared, Cheng Li sat down directly and handed a drink to Tachibana Kanade. "Thank you for your hard work!" Cheng Li said, unfolding a lounge chair and placing it there. "I wonder when they will be able to come down," he whispered.

"It is fine for now. What exactly happened last night?" Rong Shaochen gestured for him to sit down.

Just as Ye An was beginning to grow slightly impatient, a man dressed in a sharp suit appeared before him.

However, the smile did not last even two seconds before it froze on his face, for he had once again been sliced in two by Ye An.

Having said that, she thought of the scenes where she had abandoned all sense of decorum while aggressively pursuing Rong Shaochen under the "guidance" of the strategist and Leo, and her face could not help but burn with heat.

"Then, in your opinion, what should be done to prevent the destiny of the human race from being seized by the West?" The Saint of the Human Teachings was curious to see what else Ruoshui might have to say, so he asked.

After the meeting concluded that day, some media outlets caught wind of it and rushed over, hoping to dig up some news about the mysterious boss of Star Walker.

"There is no such thing as a coincidence in this world. The Feng family hasn't been in contact for over a decade, and then suddenly they show up wanting to infect us with a disease. Then, someone deliberately lured Luo Xia and the failed Feng Jianqiang into a minefield, wanting to blow them both to bits."

Inside the alternate dimension opened by Yuan, Di Feng stared at the shifting and twisting landscape, rendered speechless by the sight.

Because the Assassin’s Blade carried the lingering resentment of Jing Ke, a sliver of true spirit resided within the metal; once it acknowledged a master, it would automatically protect them. Ruoshui was confident that if anyone were to ambush her again, the Assassin’s Blade would manifest immediately to shield her and reflect the opponent's spells back at them.

Who does not fear death? Even she herself, if there were even a glimmer of hope for survival, might climb over the corpses of others to reach it.

"Why would you ask that? Uncle Zhao is my father's close friend. During the years my father was imprisoned, he was the one who took care of me. Has something happened?" Yuan Meng asked, puzzled.

The He Sanxi family lived off the harvest of those few acres of land; it was a struggle just to keep the family fed, let alone buying medicine for Mother He from time to time. Their home was truly destitute. They were lucky to have meat even during the Lunar New Year. Willing to slaughter the only egg-laying chicken in the house to entertain Ruoshui was the absolute limit of what they could do.

Huo Qifeng stood where he was, looking helpless, thinking: Weren't you the one who told me to throw the ball back?

The brother before him was named Li Gang. He had joined the military and became part of the Dragon Tooth Special Forces founded by Xiao Long. Relying on the techniques Xiao Long had left for him, he had achieved his current status and strength.

In the next few rounds, Chen Mo could never have imagined that once the ball was passed out, it would never come back.