Volume One, Chapter 50: The Fierce Battle at the Harbor

Overseas, midnight at the harbor.
The salty, fishy sea breeze mixed with the scent of diesel rushed over, beams from the distant lighthouse casting shimmering starlight across the calm, unbroken surface of the sea.
Bian Xunzhou stood in the shadow of a container, the cigarette between his fingers burned to its end, its crimson glow flickering in the darkness.
A man like him needed no laws or regulations for restraint; the beliefs in his heart, his faith, and the iron discipline of a soldier bound him firmly.
Three days later, on Saturday, Ye Yaoyao rose early and took the three children to the old He family estate.
He cared little for superficial things, knowing well that everything here was merely a beginning. As for the details, they were enough to let them find new opportunities in this place once again.
As for Wang Zian, there was little need for explanation. Then there was Tong Xiao, who relied on her mother Zhang Jinfeng to carry Wang Xiaoyan from Dongchuan to Jiangzhou. On their first night in Wangjia Village, she protected her from Wang Tugeng’s clutches, as if this granted her a right to act spoiled.
Recently, at dawn, hearing the sound of hooves outside, she put away the white chess piece she had been toying with and looked toward the door.
The surrounding guards dared not even breathe, fearing that Fei Yanggu’s wrath might spill over and harm them.
He did not know why she smiled, but he understood that his good wife did not wish for his son to prosper.
At dawn, she was well aware that no matter what the other party said, it was enough to create immense influence on this matter, and it was hardly easy to truly find any other solution.
Xie Jie glanced out the window and continued, “Back then, I wasn’t following Gu Pan yet. It was a newcomer named Geng Yuhua, who had just entered the field, but now has long since faded into obscurity.”
“Jun Mo, I promise it won’t happen again. But please, give me something to eat, I’m starving!” Luo Chenxi looked at him with pitiful eyes.
Of course, Yi Siling could be serious at times—surely it was a work report call from Star Summit Hotel. Only during work would she set aside her usual carefree demeanor.
Du returned to the slope and saw Xiao Shian untying the captives, while the Leopard Commando was moving the cargo from this operation.
Thinking of this, Teng Yuyi clicked her tongue and shook her head—what a blunder, truly a blunder. Fortunately, no one knew of it in this lifetime; otherwise, her reputation would be utterly ruined.
She tried to hold onto her soul, but it was already too late. A shudder ran through her, as most of her soul was forced out.
The shadow flickered a few times, the blood color on it growing deeper and darker, and suddenly it seemed to turn its face toward Lin Chengyou, letting out a chilling, eerie laugh.
Now, half of the Zhao family’s current fortune could be attributed to it; Master Zhao truly couldn’t bear to part with it.
Yin Ruo Jun hadn’t intended to use the medicine, but the girl had already snatched it. If she didn’t turn around, it would waste the girl’s good intentions, so Yin Ruo Jun obediently turned her back to Mo Xi.
This person seemed to sense the blockage ahead and paused in their escape. Without showing themselves, they changed direction and continued fleeing.
When the last survivor of the Titanic was welcomed by crowds, these six Chinese men endured a century of vilification from the Western world.
“Who wants to be your brother’s wife?” Tina heard this and turned away in embarrassment and anger, refusing to say another word.
“Is every skeleton soldier here so troublesome?” Zhao Qi wondered if this skeleton counted as a low-level minion. His soul couldn’t activate since he had too few Soul Condensation Pearls at the moment.
Ding Buer spoke in a deep voice, even sounding anxious, as if he had truly discovered an enemy intruding into the forbidden grounds.