Chapter 40: Actually, I’m with the Intelligence Bureau

"No, what you did today does not match your usual style of conduct. Who exactly told you to do this?" Qin Yu stared intently at Zhao Qiang and asked.

Zhao Qiang was slightly taken aback, then shook his head and said, "My lord, I don't know what you are talking about. Whether it's the Supreme Court, the Ministry of Justice, or the Censorate, which of them doesn't take the opportunity to line their pockets while handling cases? You haven't taken any less in the past..."

"Thank you for the compliment, President Fu. It is all thanks to your guidance." Gu Weiwei put on a humble expression, though her fake smile made her look like she was begging for a punch.

Seeing this, the guard who was fighting Su Motang had a terrifying look in his eyes. He erupted with formidable momentum and swung his spear violently, attempting to shatter the blade light in one strike. The next second, it collided fiercely with Su Motang's power, producing a deafening, earth-shattering sound.

He knew that some people practiced speed techniques, making their movement and evasion terrifyingly fast, but such techniques at least left a trail, allowing one to see the afterimages they left behind.

Jiang Yizhou walked slowly to the other side, opened the car door, and considerately helped the person inside out.

This time, Yin She even ordered the city gates to be opened, welcomed the envoys into the city, and received them there.

"Now it's your turn!" Ou Chen looked at Leng Siyan, the mockery in his narrow eyes clearly visible.

If he only had this much, his status would certainly not be enough to compete with the princesses and Yu Ling-shang present. Besides, now that even the elders of the Danyang Hall were involved, he had even less chance of winning.

"Hmph, I can't be bothered with you anymore!" Nan Qingjue was so angry he was fuming, waving his sleeve to order the sedan chair carriers to turn and leave.

Fiona could feel that in that instant, she had shifted from mental oppression to true loyalty. This was not something a killer loyal to their organization could possibly do.

The two teachers found it difficult to answer such questions; they feared that one misstep might ruin the artist's future, or that it would be their fault if the artist's career failed to thrive.

The car returned to the apartment's underground parking garage. Jiang You prepared to get out, but he locked the door.

Innate spiritual treasures could not be destroyed even by the birth of the universe, so under the power of extinction, they remained indestructible.

"No, it's not that we don't have it, but our family background is average. Relying solely on Father's meager salary, we can't give much," Lu Zhaoyun said.

Marketing accounts across the internet feasted on the traffic once again, and several mainstream media outlets joined in to criticize.

Liu Bei had vast territories and troops, allowing his second brother to sharpen his command skills, while also having first-class strategists nearby who were knowledgeable and well-versed in military tactics to teach him.

At this moment, everyone was very pious; no one spoke loudly, and they all copied very earnestly.

Actually, in normal times, he still had some sense and wouldn't lose his head just because he saw a beautiful woman.

Led by Yuan Zhengyang, everyone from the three Swordbearers including Pei Lun, down to the newly initiated disciples of the Sword Sect, and even the fat man who stayed behind to freeload on food and resources, was gathered here, staring at the light screen before them without blinking.

Past and present, memories of everything flashed through Jiang Yue's mind like a revolving lantern, finally pausing and settling on that Erlang Shen seal.

The main issue was that Aizen's spiritual pressure was too strong, while his own was too weak, so imitating Aizen's power was a massive burden for him.

The mysterious gaze reacted immediately, and the moment she realized, she did not exclaim, but instead fell into silence.

Following that, a giant phantom of a magic axe, carrying powerful destructive force, smashed violently into the earth.

But the heart was different now; this had completely departed from the concept of pure martial arts and felt like something otherworldly or divine. It would be no exaggeration to call it whimsical, yet such seemingly absurd words were spoken by a generation's grandmaster of alchemy.