Chapter Ninety-Two: The Ouyang Corporation and the Crisis

While Mr. Jin delivered his lofty speech on stage, his gaze remained fixed on You Yue, particularly on Tang Huai beside her. At this moment, his eyes glinted with a piercing coldness, and he intentionally let his tone falter here and there, hoping to startle the man who dared entangle himself with the person Mr. Jin had set his sights on. Yet Tang Huai’s attention was wholly absorbed by You Yue, paying no heed to Mr. Jin’s words. His claim of knowing Mr. Jin was nothing but a ruse to deceive You Yue. Still, if You Yue truly wished for an introduction…

Having already discussed matters with Gong Jiaxi and tasked Song Duanwu to first sound out the intentions of those above and below, it was ultimately Zhou Yafu who was sent to escort Gong Jiaxi home. As for Gong Jiaxi’s Mitsubishi Pajero bearing the municipal committee’s license plate, it seemed there was no need for her to worry about it at all.

It was like one of those classic movie tropes: in a horror film, just as the tension peaks, a sinister cat always leaps out—this was the “timely cat” law. Or, as in a crime thriller, the police never arrive until after the hero has dealt with the villain—this was the “cops-and-robbers timing” law.

In midair, just as the attacks of the three leaping Refining Kings were about to land on He Jingyun, he vanished without a trace in a most uncanny way. The three looked around in confusion. None of them had cultivated the Kunpeng’s Wings, so, suspended in the air and yet to land, they had no way to change direction.

Xia Haitong once asked what was so important. The answer had been: something that concerned her entire life. So, at Ye Xueying’s insistence, Xia Haitong promised to meet her privately the next day and swore never to let Ye Chengzhi find out.

When they hit the solid ground, the pain was minimal, but a deep fatigue weighed on them. As they recovered, everyone began to survey their surroundings.

She then grabbed a box from the bed frame, hastily stuffed two pieces of clothing inside as if raiding the place, seized the jewelry case from the dressing table—which held her mother’s jade hairpin and the pink diamond he had given her—crammed it all together, and dashed out of the room.

The Yin-Nourishing and Yang-Replenishing Technique acquired from the Incubus Demon had nearly been handed over to Lin Zifeng at the time. Thankfully, it wasn't. But now, he still couldn’t practice it himself, for Guo Lin remained uncertain whether the Incubus Demon had tampered with the technique.

With that, he turned and left without another word, leaving Ye Chengzhi and Xia Haitong exchanging glances before hurrying after him.

“Now that you’re familiar with the basics of our three mercenary groups, whichever you choose, as the leaders of our respective teams, we will all sincerely welcome you!” Emma concluded.

“Brother Junhe, it seems they’re not very welcoming—could it be because of me?” She had already caught on to the underlying cause.

Gerard nodded in understanding and agreed to the outcome. After all, if Holier’s tactical arrangement proved effective, he too had no desire to stir up further trouble.

Such was the formidable Seido High School, reigning supreme at Koshien—the very team that Yang Ping had chosen.

According to the habits of the Drunken Bee, it lingers for seven days after its previous host dies, often finding its next vessel among those closest to the deceased.

Then its long tail whipped out, scattering aside the oncoming Nian Beast and other spirit-class monsters, while its jaws gaped wide, lunging skyward at the Crimson Fire Dragon and the Ghost Chariot.

Even the strongest minds, after years in such an environment, would have their hope worn away. Seeing the lifeless look in Sai Lu’s eyes, Egret’s heart ached as well; for the first time, he felt a desperate urge to do something about it.

Li Yang’s heart skipped in panic. He knew he must not let the Nian Beast survive, and so he tried once more to commune with the Crimson Dragon Soul—only for a sudden, unforeseen change to occur.

“When we first rushed in, I thought the fighting would be fierce, and I’d even braced myself for death. Who would have thought that, thanks to that idiot’s plan, everything would turn out so easy,” Mogli said with a sigh.