Chapter 29

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In his previous life, Zhao Hong had completely missed the opportunity presented by this immense shift—a chance for the redistribution of societal wealth.

Although he spoke lightly, his words carried the weight of grim realities. Dozens of rookies enter the NBA every year, yet very few manage to complete their rookie contracts, let alone go on to become stars, superstars, or mega-stars. The journey is incredibly arduous; today’s players are far luckier than their predecessors.

Hearing the truth—that just a few people from the opposing side had seized control—Liu Hao found it hard to believe. Even if the enemy had guns, the Iron Fortress possessed a massive numerical advantage. Having survived the apocalypse, many of its occupants were ruthless, and on their own turf, it seemed impossible that they could be rendered completely incapable of resistance.

The main hall doors were tightly shut, yet faint movements could be heard from within. She hesitated, walked up to the doors, tilted her head to listen, and then pushed them open with both hands. A creaking sound echoed as the doors swung wide.

The remark was shameless, but those around did not care; they were fixated only on Liu Ziling’s delicate hand.

Liu Suifeng mounted his white horse and galloped through the streets, his spirit soaring. "Good! Success at last! Success! Hahaha!" He let out a series of strange, owl-like laughs that carried far across the city.

Yelü Dalibo, however, knew that this was by no means an act of generosity from Wanyan Zongxian, but rather a display of his absolute control over both the situation and herself.

"You scoundrel, Jiancheng, are you just going to watch your son act like a fool?" Rong Yaoguo directed his fire at Rong Jiancheng.

"I told you, I don't know what's going on either. Maybe it’s because I’m the protagonist! Hahaha!!!" Wang Yang laughed triumphantly.

There is a kind of affection that, before one even realizes it, has already taken root in the heart; yet by the time one becomes aware of it, the distance between them has already become an unbridgeable chasm.

Just as Mu Feiyan was about to be seized, a dark figure suddenly blocked her path, unleashing a palm strike that sent her pursuer reeling back.

Five minutes of chaos resulted in three of the ten genuine units being destroyed. The remaining seven, whether due to depleted energy or some other cause, reduced the intensity of their attacks, and thus, the chaos finally subsided.

No sooner had a dark thought crossed Zining’s mind than it seemed to be confirmed: Helena appeared before her—not by running, but flying through the air like a discarded sack.

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By now, her consciousness was becoming blurred. Within her eyes, there was nothing but his handsome face; she could no longer perceive anything else around her.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" Wei Rouqi asked, her eyes darting in surprise as she looked at him.

Mission No. 7 was discovered half a month before the Monterrey Uprising. The target was a suspected military base located 3,000 meters deep in the Sierra Madre Oriental mountains, where Monterrey was situated. The mission objective was to scout and investigate the site, searching for usable resources and technology.

The two sides engaged in a grueling endurance battle. They ran for an entire day and night. By the time the sun rose on the second day, they were very close to the final destination.

Even if they could not be together, as long as she knew that he was living well somewhere out of her sight, that was enough.

"Senior, from now on, I will come to drink with you often." Zong Yang was similarly moved. Thinking of his eldest brother, who might or might not still be at Mount Tiantai, he poured his feelings of longing and parting into the old man.

Everyone knew that Tong Xinlan had just been enfeoffed as a noble consort; at such a time, no one dared to utter a single word of criticism against her for punishing Erdun.

Even if Liang Fan had not spoken of it, he would have known, but the fact that he had specifically sent A’fu to tell him personally suggested that there was more to the matter than just this one thing.

Ye Qingsuo glanced at the bandages on his body and knelt beside the bed to lean in and examine the wound on his back.

Shen Yue remembered that the clothes she had purchased were still at the designer store, and she hadn't even paid for them yet, so she immediately turned back and headed into the shop.

Damn it, the God-Devouring Beast had struck at Yu Youwei’s Achilles' heel. She did not want anyone else to know of the beast’s existence, not even those she trusted most.

Last time, Mother Qiu had already told Xia Yumo that she should quit her job at the company and focus on being a good wife and mother at home.

Jiang Yi could not quite grasp what the two were doing, but after a moment’s hesitation, he closed the door.

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Whenever his father had something on his mind, he would go to the riverbank to practice martial arts, so he did not notice anything unusual.

The next morning, Zhu Jiuer prepared to get up on tiptoe. Because she was sleeping on the inside, she had to climb over the man's body to get out of bed.

Seeing this, General Zhang’s confidants frowned. They exchanged glances, realizing that these men in black were of unknown origin and that the current chaos in the camp was likely linked to them.

Hearing the commotion, the youth in the white lab coat narrowed his eyes. There was a hint of amusement in his gaze, along with a touch of curiosity and a trace of impatience.

Though he held the title of butler, no one in the Jiang family treated him as a "servant"; the Jiang brothers had always addressed him as "Uncle Zhong."

A god-of-war prince and a top-tier assassin—though their goals differed, both were lucky survivors who had crawled out from piles of corpses. Ye Chanyi had originally felt a certain mutual appreciation for him.

Zhou Ji knew exactly what she meant by those words; his fingers, resting on her waist, tightened, pulling her closer.

Yet he did not know that the two pills in the jade bottle were Body Tempering Pills, designed to refine one's constitution. Taking them was akin to enduring a brutal torture.

A terrifying imperial aura radiated from Li Yi, and an immense pressure descended upon Ye Qingluan’s shoulders out of thin air, causing her to tremble uncontrollably and kneel in haste to beg for mercy.