Volume One, Chapter 100: He Has Fallen for Wen Xuyu!

Two o’clock in the morning.

Bian Xunzhou drove the black Mercedes, rolling over the empty streets again and again, as if tireless.

After all, if it were a conventional battle, the Vidocq Group simply couldn't win. They still had the option of surrender; most of the populace could survive, and the foundation of the Vidocq Group could be preserved to some extent. However, they would lose any chance to continue competing with the East.

Even if the sixth brother had harbored some wicked thoughts, didn’t the third brother and Zhang Daqiang help to straighten things out in the end?

Some people present blinked hard, some rubbed their eyes with force, and Liu Jinbao even slapped himself fiercely, afraid his eyes were deceiving him.

Zhao Zhiming couldn’t get a word in, so his attention was more focused—perhaps simply bored, uninterested in matching wits with 957 Wang Duoduo, just wanting peace and quiet. He kept his eyes fixed on the screen, and it was indeed he who spotted the opportunity.

The Wang family dealt in salt—a vast enterprise. Virtually all the salt consumed in Hengcheng came from their business. They had trade in Xunan City and Jiancheng as well, already affluent merchants. Each month, they paid the city lord a tribute, with the whole city covering two-thirds and their family alone providing a third.

As for An Ranran, the one who usually stirred up trouble, she was now unleashing her psychic powers, probing the new team that had broken into the supermarket.

The reason he dared accept the Qin family’s gift and open doors for them was because he had the approval of the Duan family. The purpose was to cooperate with Duan Changfeng and win this contest. Simply put—Liu Datou was a member of the Duan family’s crew.

“Then why don’t we go get you a pair of glasses first? It must be very inconvenient not to see clearly.” Jingji Zhen suggested.

He exerted himself and snatched the stick away. Seeing him resist, the others all joined the fray.

Yes, projection—the secret art of mirroring. Through a certain treasure, one could cast their face into the sky.

Looking at Lin Qing’s worried expression, Su Yun smiled, fresh as spring, confident light shining in his dark eyes.

Zhou Zhengnan showed a rare smile; after all, it had been many years since the school had seen such a promising student as Liu Yuan.

“If I fly too slowly, I’ll lose my life,” Frank said, watching the plane trailing behind through the rear-view instrument.

As Liu Hao spoke, he grew almost excited, as if this year’s elimination system would indeed be as he imagined. Yet because he was so absorbed, he didn’t notice someone walking toward him. Ye Xiao was about to warn him, but Liu Hao collided headlong—too late.

What Cameron sought was simply to use others as stepping stones to achieve results, only to become a stepping stone herself in the end.

“Don’t forget what I told you—don’t invite trouble upon yourself!” Wanyan Naqi warned coldly, not even glancing at her as he strode out of the palace.

Countless blue points of light, like meteors, appeared from nothingness, plunging toward the blood-red shadow, enveloping the entire room.

“Hahaha, come on, Hydra, let’s go.” Su Hongyi waved, opened the door, and walked out.

Shen Yuexu’s beautiful eyes sparkled with brilliance; the police detectives looked at Su Yun, their attitudes shifting from initial disdain, to surprise, and finally to utter shock.

“I…” Athena was at a loss for words, for everything the Lord of the Underworld said, she had indeed done.

After countless millennia, the flesh of the entity “Zhi” sealed here had withered away, its soul trapped within the remains. With its soul force slowly leaking out, it transformed into insectoids escaping to the outside world, seeking a way to survive.