Chapter 50

Hearing his voice, although deeply confused, Qin Yu ultimately nodded and followed the other person away. If glares could kill, Qin Yu would have died ten thousand times over by now. Though he had no idea what this so-called president wanted, getting away from this place was all that mattered.

Quietly rolling her eyes at Zhuang Jian, she celebrated her victory by proudly puffing out her chest and raising her chin.

At the command of their respective "bosses," Goshawk and Dragon Nine each launched their attacks. Although the reason for their duel was somewhat comical, both were filled with an intense fighting spirit. After all, such a rare opportunity to spar with an expert of comparable strength was hard to come by.

Zhao Jie’s hands trembled slightly; he didn't even dare to pull out his phone. Cursing under his breath, he finally fished it out anyway. At that moment, a WeChat notification popped up with a video—it was precisely the video of the criminal consultant.

"I wager you wouldn't dare!" Wang Kedan put away her silver needles, sensing that Yang Fan didn't seem to be lying.

The transaction took quite a while, so the two decided not to head back yet. Instead, they stayed by the street stalls, eating their way along. Fortunately, Young Master Long had brought along a few extra gold notes when he last visited home, so they didn't have to worry about not having money to pay.

Jiandan seemed to be dreaming, letting out a murmurous sound from her lips. But it was a strange sound, resembling a very comfortable hum. I couldn't help thinking: Surely Jiandan isn't having *that* kind of dream, is she?

A trace of curiosity flashed through her mind, but when she looked up, her gaze unexpectedly locked directly with Qin Yu's eyes. Why did his look at Qin Yu seem so peculiar? Following his line of sight, Lin Wanxi was instantly left speechless.

The howling gale swept past the Cult Leader, sending dust and sand flying. The loose topsoil and wild grass on the ground were blown away, exposing the damp layer of soil underneath.

Emperor Shi turned his head and glared at him with bloodshot eyes, making Zhuang Jian's heart flutter with unease. He wondered if he had gone a bit too far with his words, pondering how to rephrase them more tactfully.

"Just keep your head attached to your shoulders; it has no value to me whatsoever." Su Zhao motioned for Tu Kaichang to get up.

Chen Ji observed Jian Xi from the side. Seeing her follow someone into a room, he immediately arranged for people to stand guard outside. He had put a tremendous amount of effort into today and invited a great many reporters; absolutely no mishaps could be allowed.

"She was the one who got people out. If she regrets it, does she want to put them back in?" Ye Qian asked.

Brother Long gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think you're so great? You only dare come back to our rural boondocks to bully us country folk. You get pushed around just like anyone else when you're outside, what are you showing off for?"

At that very instant, the expressions of all five froze, their faces stamped with endless terror.

According to Dazai Zhi's temperament, failing to show him respect would result in being crippled at the very least, or outright killed.

Those people promptly chose to forget the terrifying dominance Su Zhao had displayed that day when he completely disregarded them, plastering friendly smiles across their faces toward him.

"The master is in seclusion and is not seeing anyone." Xiao Qiuyu stood guard outside the door, blocking the numerous disciples.

Zhao Jing'an turned pale. After all, he was only in his teens; having survived a kidnapping and suffered such a fright, combined with the lingering terror of the guilt he felt over what he had done to Ye Qian yesterday, hearing Ye Qian speak like this terrified him all over again.

The speaker was a robust young man standing beside the short, stout middle-aged man. He looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a terrifying knife scar across his face and an aura brimming with ferocity.

Sanquo channeled his battle qi to the absolute limit, struggling desperately to hold on. Yet even though his battle qi could melt the flames, Tassia refused to let him go. The flames making up her body grew whiter and whiter, eventually turning a brilliant blue.

"Chu San, Liner has not yet returned. Go to the grasslands, find him, and take him away from here—as far as possible!" Chu Xuan commanded.

At this moment, reflected in her beautiful eyes was precisely the figure of the young man in white. After a year of tempering, the youth's frame had grown much sturdier. The last remnants of childishness had been completely worn away. Yet those dark, deep eyes were deeply etched into her heart.

And at that exact second, the surrounding space burst with brilliant light, stinging Ye Zi into involuntarily closing her eyes. When she opened them once more, she found herself suspended high in the air. Above her was a deep teal firmament dotted with faint starlight, and beneath her feet lay a sea of rose-colored clouds, dyed in a hazy glow by the setting sun.

Hoffmann leaned into the corner of the sofa, watching his two children play and joke around, yet feeling a crushing weight of pressure. He wanted to change history, only to discover that he couldn't even change himself.

"The ball control and juggling of these two are a match for each other; it's just a matter of who cracks first!" Wu Shi said with a grave expression. As the most technically balanced member of the three-pronged vanguard—Gao Chuan, Wu Shi, and Mao Jia—Wu Shi felt a trace of pressure.

Then I sighed and said, "Uncle, earlier I heard you mention Liu Yijia. As for the Liu family, I bear no more resentment. There is no longer any connection between us, and I think it's better to keep it that way. I won't make things difficult for them. So, with this settled, take a look at Ji Qingli."

Wu Youzhi felt terribly unlucky. Today he had managed to return home on time for once, only to strike a pedestrian along the way. Though he himself was completely uninjured, the mere thought of those rumors about drivers having to support their victims for the rest of their lives made Wu Youzhi inwardly lament his wretched luck.