Volume One, Chapter 34: A Deliberate Escape

Inside the car.

Wen Xuyu sat upright, clutching her phone tightly in her palm. She rested her forehead against the cold window, quietly observing the scenery that flashed by along the way.

This idea received enthusiastic support from Voldemort. The two conspired together and decided to load all these children—forcefully separated from their mothers—and the solitary elderly into a vehicle. Their plan was to deliver everyone to Susu after breaking out of the blockade.

Furthermore, whenever this railway division assisted with railway projects, the inviting division was required to pay the corresponding fees. Such arrangements were essentially akin to subcontracting their work to another division.

“For a lifetime?” The Bloodletting King did not refute or prevent Charlie’s idea. After all, for the man before him, perhaps this was the best possible ending.

Chu Jianghe was quite familiar with this film, having watched it several times. If he remembered correctly, there was more than one installment; a sequel had been made. Many of the lead actors from the first film were also very famous.

Looking at Douglas’s smiling face, Benedict II’s expression twitched slightly, but in the end, he did not burst out in anger.

Well, this wasn’t exactly cutting-edge technology; the people of Area Eleven had already applied it to their psychic fighters a century ago.

“Decoding the signal—” On the projection, a video was played, documenting the Explorer ship capturing a probe.

The vehicle sped forward. Fang Yue’er was making incessant phone calls, tracking the location of the superhumans who were set to attack Susu the next day. At the same time, Xu Lei notified Ruirui, who led his civilian party in another car, heading out to handle the ordinary people involved.

Su Ji did not press further and drank his wine in one motion. He knew that conversing with someone like Ji Chengshi was like warming wine: the heat and timing had to be just right. Too much heat, too strong a flame, and even the finest wine would lose its original bouquet. Achieving the perfect degree was no easy task; patience was required, and haste would ruin everything.

Jiang Ling had already come to terms with things and now appeared much more composed. She took out a white silk pouch, gave it a light shake, and watched as the palm-sized bag suddenly transformed into a heavy, large sack.

For Wang Qiang, the most crucial thing now was to make the most of his time; he had no intention of letting Shen Yanran remain unconscious any longer.

Hearing Han Jinfeng assure her that he wouldn’t do anything only made Mo Qianqian more frightened. Some things about certain people were far more honest than their words. Her thigh could already feel the growing heat, stronger and stronger, and she held her breath, eyes wide, on guard for Han Jinfeng’s sudden move.

Lianxin no longer wished to speak. She wanted to see for herself what Wen Jingwan was up to. If Wen had any ulterior motives, she would not be able to hide it and would reveal herself without any prompting.

With the arrival of the Sunshine Group’s first wave of tourists, Kaoshan Village quickly discovered many shortcomings. They hurried to address these issues, hoping to gradually perfect their tourism industry before the next groups of visitors arrived.

“Why don’t you want me to forget you?” There weren’t many memories of her to begin with, and none of them were pleasant; whether she was forgotten or not made little difference.

What he said was true—something had happened in the Dark Seven Clan, and he would have to go. So, he took a car straight to the Wu family.

Xu Qingmo’s final remark about keeping his promise was, without a doubt, directed at Li Shao: having lost, he was now forbidden from approaching Lin Youxi again.

At this point, killing one or a hundred made no difference to him. If trouble arose, he was prepared to deal with it for the other party in the most direct and simple way possible.