Volume One, Chapter 109: The Intimate Photograph

Fu Yuting had just hung up on Xu Qian’s tedious provocations, thinking she could finally enjoy a moment of peace.

To her surprise, Lu Jingyan began calling, his phone buzzing incessantly.

Fu Yuting knit her delicate brows, a wave of irritation washing over her.

Is there no end to this?

Did she poke a hornet’s nest today?

She had barely finished looking at the "bed photos" of him and his little mistress before the man himself called to demand an explanation.

She hung up on him immediately.

Although they were both bosses, He Shang’s pockets were quite deep. Shi Piao, however, was a different story; he relied on tomb raiding to scrape together a few items to sell in the underground market just to cover his living expenses.

Besides, if that person killed Tu Sihai, why use such a low-level corpse-control technique? Given he had the ability to kill Tu Sihai, he should have used something more sophisticated. Using a low-level technique to let Tu Sihai wander the streets and run into a police station—what kind of nonsense was that?

He himself did not know what would become of his soldiers if he were to die on the battlefield. It would truly double their combat effectiveness, making them fight until the bitter end. Of course, even if he knew, he would never attempt such a thing; manipulating the loyalty of his subordinates was something Chang Tian could never bring himself to do.

It was unexpected that this great shark possessed such high intelligence, actually wanting to take out both ships.

As Song Tianji left, the tournament matches proceeded as scheduled. By this point, no one dared to challenge him; the crowd understood that with the top 200 spots officially determined, there was no need for pointless internal attrition. Song Tianji had already proven his strength through his two matches.

However, implementing these measures would certainly require lead time, including a series of applications, assessments, and even lawsuits before they could be enforced. Otherwise, the players’ lawsuits would leave Hanlong without a penny to its name. So, as far as making money went, he still had plenty of time.

Sebastian bared his wide mouth, exposing sharp fangs, his gaze locked onto the snowy, porcelain-white neck of Xuanyuan Longdie.

Stretching comfortably, Song Tianji marveled every time he arrived here at how perfect the rules of this world were and how abundant its elements.

After listening to Liu Rui’s explanation, Lin Mu gained some understanding, yet many doubts remained. The core area actually had an entry mechanism? What kind of place was that? And what exactly did the high-level resources consist of?

Since his speed was restricted, he would use his true strength to slay the beast. Although the giant ape might still be hiding other abilities, Lin Mu did not want to drag this out any longer.

"Prepare yourselves. In three days, I will trade energy weapons for a supply of super-serums. Start the selection process now; I need the strongest warriors to utilize these serums and launch our operation. Perhaps we shall finally complete our unfinished mission," Baron Strucker declared.

He looked toward the source of the sound and saw two men. He recognized Dugu Jue, who was still dressed in white, but he was puzzled by Su Qinxuan’s masculine attire.

Upon leaving the Starflash Club, Lan Ji felt a slight stir in her heart. This really was Ye Qingfeng’s doing. What exactly was he planning?

There were also a very small number of people who believed that there might still be a shred of uncertainty regarding today’s tournament.

The youth was suppressed by Ye Qingfeng’s aura and was immediately struck with fear; after all, Ye Qingfeng had just killed Yue Lingfeng right before his eyes.

Following the logic of Prefect Lu’s reasoning, there was only one possibility: the bandit Ma Liu had held off the imperial army for him.

In that instant, the figure brought his forward momentum to a dead stop, pushed off the ground with both feet to propel himself backward, and leaped away with the agility of a startled cat.

Although he hoped to secure a few more days to make his preparations more thorough, Wu Wang knew full well that because the other party had generously provided the society with tens of millions in activity funds, no one—not even his teacher, Fang Zhongxing—wanted him to break this agreement.