Chapter 34: You Must Hurry

Before Steward Li could yield and confess, Huo Zhendong, the Junior Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, with whom he had not met in a long time, arrived.

"Qin Yu, you arrested Sun Yue's steward?"

"That's right."

"I heard it was over some trivial, petty matter?"

"Mm."

...

At this moment, Jin Haichuan, having successfully escaped like a cicada shedding its skin, was watching the live news broadcast from his own hidden villa. He felt fortunate for this game of death he had staged; had it not been for his faked demise, the Gray Wolf would not have been driven to such desperate measures.

Furthermore, in the garden, aside from a winding bluestone path, the soil on both sides had been evenly turned over. The damp earth lay exposed to the sun, emitting a raw, musky scent.

"If you must persist in this... I will consider killing him," Xia Zheng said airily.

Suddenly, a violent gale arose, and the sky instantly darkened with heavy clouds. A colossal monster emerged from the black expanse, engulfing the entire peach orchard. His beloved Zhou Ailing was snatched away by the beast in an instant. He screamed in agony, running and chasing after them.

Just then, the phone of Zhao Jia's husband, Li Zihui, rang; it seemed more guests were arriving to celebrate the holiday.

"Uh," I said, glancing in astonishment at her round, plump body and the bright green dress she wore. She really did look like a soft, fleshy worm. No wonder she had misunderstood me as insulting her earlier.

On her way back, Xia Fangyuan happened to pass by the Gong Corporation building just as she was forced to stop for a red light.

This statement sent a jolt through everyone's hearts. What struck them as strange, however, was that Zhang Qingshan, as the commander, knew full well they could not hold their ground, yet instead of showing concern, he wore a smile, which made him all the more inscrutable.

Xia Chengyuan... was not a good man. If Gong Xianxian continued to harbor feelings for him, she would only end up hurt and exploited.

"There is a tea shed an hour's journey ahead; we shall rest there," Feng Wu said, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile.

"Damn! What are you two doing?" Xu Rufei, the younger brother of Xu Rulong, walked into the dormitory with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Seeing the ruined state of the room and the bruises on their faces, he burst into laughter.

His tall frame stood there, hands clenched tightly, as lonely as a tree battered by wind and rain.

"Look at me, I've lost my composure in my anger," Yu Lan said with a faint smile, then glanced at Ye Qiao, signaling for her to go inside.

Dragging her feet from the office to the breakroom, Yu Wei felt a dull ache in her lower back. Her fingers trembled as she waited for the hot water, and she simply leaned against a corner to rest for a moment.

He then forced her mouth open, his eyes burning with an intense desire he could not suppress. Ye Qiao felt the same; she felt an overwhelming heat and desperately sought to shed the excess clothing on her body.

It was already early summer, yet the courtyard was filled with cool breezes and the scent of flowers. Ancient trees towered high, their shadows dancing, and near the distant perimeter wall, there appeared to be the faint outline of a tennis court.

The genuine refugees guarding the entrance were completely bewildered. Some went out to check, and indeed, those outside were all unharmed.

"No, I don't want any of them. I'll just stay in the inn and won't go out," Ling Weichu shook her head, refusing. Baili Muxue had no choice but to say, "Alright, alright, I won't leave any. Not a single one." *I won't leave them openly, but surely I can leave them behind secretly, right?*

She carefully inspected the wound. Though it had looked dangerous, she was fortunately wearing thick layers and had not been bitten deep enough to draw blood, which put her mind at ease.

Leng Qingchan unleashed a fundamental technique of the Maoshan inner sect. With a wave of her hand, a beam of white light shot forth like lightning. The lead police officer bore the brunt of the palm thunder, letting out a shrill cry as he was sent flying backward, knocking over the officers behind him like bowling pins and sending their electric batons clattering away.