83 Hiring a Cat, Minor Matters 8

“I can hardly bear to leave you and Feng’er in Yongtian either, but now, you are the only ones I can trust,” Xiang Hao took a deep breath. This was a difficult decision for him as well.

Fang Yi swept the Black Prison once more. The red shadow was instantly severed into two, fell to the ground, writhed a few times, and then lay still.

On the street, the forces of the Unification Society were fighting a retreating battle against the infantry of Dongsheng Town. Lone Wolf, seeing an enemy officer wielding twin hammers at the frontlines, ran along the rooftops, leapt down beside him and, without a word, drove his sword straight into the man’s heart.

As Ye Chen spoke, he grabbed Yuan Kun by the head and slammed him viciously onto the ground. The flat surface instantly sank, shards of stone flying in all directions.

Is this his true strength? Why does his power defy categorization, causing dread in all who witness it? Who is he, really? Chang’e covered her cherry lips, her enchanting eyes roaming over Ye Chen, while beside her, Yi Meng seemed almost ordinary by comparison.

The last seventy-four prodigies found their respective factions. Each calmed their hearts and set off toward their chosen sides.

Xiang Hao trailed behind them still, waiting for a chance to wipe out this group. He could not allow them to deliver the Yin-Yang Elixir to its destination.

Thus, the final contenders for the championship were Xiang Hao, Ye Kun, and that middle-aged man.

Meanwhile, Xiao Feng and his companions had just surged forward when a perfect beast-warrior, transformed into a tiger, let out a furious roar at the slowly ascending helicopter.

“I have no idea about that—you’ll have to figure it out yourself. I have other things to attend to. By the way, how is Qianxi’s Five Generals’ meat coming along?” With that, the butler departed.

Ossivia spoke casually, as if chatting at home, complaining about Riedel’s character.

Now Shen Yanzhen had swept them all out the door, not even giving them a chance to appeal. After all, they had handed in their resignations themselves, and when Xia Yu took over their jobs, they had insisted they would not return.

If there was one thing amiss, it was simply that life was too dull—completely cut off from modern society, without a single form of entertainment, not even anyone to talk to. Apart from the daily ritual of venting his energy in the work area, he could only spend the rest of his time in a daze.

The Ghost Emperor of the Northern Territories roared in rage, his sharp, monkey-like features—nose, eyes, and mouth—seeming twisted together, creating a terrifying visage.

Because it was nighttime, because we stood beneath the trees, I could not make out Xu Ya’s expression, only vaguely sensing she looked terribly frail.

The car swerved and blocked Bo Yi’an’s path, an act that looked unmistakably provocative, yet there was a trace of panic in Bo Yi’an’s eyes.

He walked to the display cabinet filled with exquisite ceramics. The cabinet rotated smoothly, splitting apart like a kaleidoscope to reveal a dim corridor hidden behind it.

On the surface, her relationship with Su Leng remained unchanged after ten years, but inside, her heart was riddled with wounds, all raw and bleeding.

Nangong Qin was caught off guard by Qiu Lanyi’s sudden remark, but her curiosity was immediately rekindled.

“It’s not yet time for us to face off,” Sun Eleven said, lifting his head. His voice was hoarse, filled with murderous intent.

Meanwhile, Zhou You had already reclaimed first place, and Dubin had been overtaken by the German Shepherd behind him.

Anthony tapped her lightly on the head, interrupting her wild thoughts, and handed her the honey tea he’d prepared at the hotel.

These past four years, nothing unforgettable had happened to me. I simply traveled to unfamiliar cities when I had time, studied, then returned home and joined the company.

Song Guyan knew about this as well, and had once regretted not being part of the project. But on reflection, her way of working with Dou Nai Fen was different from other police dogs, and there was no need to force a change.

After a while, I finally stepped out, feeling down as I returned to the private room. Standing at the door, I collected myself, tucked away my sorrow, forced a smile, picked up my pale-pink and white skirt, and walked in.

It’s hard to imagine that someone usually so restless could have a hobby that requires such patience and care.

Gu Dongjue found a chair and sat outside the hospital room, looking unusually weary and despondent. In his mind, he replayed the scene of Su Xia throwing herself in front of him to take the knife, his mood an inextricable tangle.

Suddenly, I heard a muffled groan. Before I could look to see what had happened, a mist drifted before my eyes. The next moment, I lost consciousness.

After dinner, it was not yet time to get the blood report. I was too lazy to go anywhere, so I lounged on the restaurant sofa, unwilling to move a muscle.

Half-asleep, I found myself brooding over the explanation Lu Xudong had left unfinished. I knew now was not the time for a proper talk, but I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was going on between him and Guo Yuqing.

Luo Tianyi’s father might not pay deliberate attention to other top powers due to his carefree ways, but Peng Wei’s side was different—the Royal House of Illusory Tide had to keep a keen eye on every detail of intelligence across the continent.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Without hesitation, Zhou Mingxi quickly apologized, trying to regain the initiative. After all, the car could very well belong to the military.

Lately the weather had been erratic—one moment clear skies, the next a bitter, biting wind. After putting everything in order, I finally remembered what had happened last night.

“Run!” Shen Lei and Shen Yi exchanged a glance, each grabbing one of Jiang Hongliang’s arms. They unleashed some unknown technique, and in a blink, the three of them vanished without a trace.

“Who I am is none of your concern. You like riding horses, do you?” Xu Xian glanced at the tall steed nearby. Instantly, the horse reared up in fright, its front hooves coming down hard on Qu Yuechen’s right arm. The crack of bone echoed through the crowd, followed by Qu Yuechen’s agonized screams.

The court’s verdict drew cheers from the observing citizens—except, of course, for those from the Investigation Bureau.

With these thoughts, Chu Feng decided to visit the temple first. If he could easily obtain the inheritance, he would prioritize that. If it proved too difficult, he would focus on breaking through to the Immortal Embryo stage.

Reese’s lips trembled with excitement. He had always heard of the Chinese people’s generosity, but he never expected such extravagance.