Volume 1, Chapter 47: What Kind of Trick Is He Up To?

"Hey, little boy, come here, come here, help Auntie bring over that hot water kettle! Yes, yes, that one—be steady, careful not to burn yourself... oh my... slow down! Don’t scald the little girl on your back!! ...Wait, what’s your name again, little boy? Calling you 'little boy' is starting to trip me up!"

Ye Ling had been at the relief station for nearly a week.

"Having fish is already good enough. It’s better than not even having broth from instant noodles, right?" Qi Yu wasn’t refusing for the first time.

The bearded director grew more and more excited as he spoke, seemingly already envisioning a box office hit. Perhaps this was the essence of an artist—to be brimming with imagination at all times to maintain their spirit. Otherwise, he might end up like so many other unknown directors, forgotten among the masses.

Before him, he seemed to see again the face of that armed police captain, and the captain’s words echoed once more in his ears.

That man was genuine. When she said she was hungry and wanted more, he truly served a larger portion—practically two meals’ worth, just separated into different containers.

In a city like Shanghai, if you have money, you can enjoy luxuries fit for an emperor. But if you don’t, it’s not recommended to come here—the cost of living will make you uncomfortable, with prices considerably higher than elsewhere.

At the same time, Huang Yixiang locked eyes with him from a distance, his gaze filled with arrogant and hostile defiance.

In a daze, the security guards moved in to restrain the assailant, and then the police arrived to secure the scene. Lu Yun had not yet recovered from the shock.

The expression of the Heavenly Punishment Sage was ice-cold—this was the Palace Master of the Holy War Palace, the Battle Sage, once ranked first on the Sage List, invincible in power and body alike.

Qin Shanhai had initially intended to avoid entanglement with Gao Daquan, thinking he could just handle it briefly and leave, but it now seemed Gao Daquan was here deliberately to cause trouble.

"The Blue House is full of fools—" The commander swallowed the rest of his words, glaring at the few arrogant long-wheelbase interview vehicles not far away.

Instead, he chose to have Ayi transform into his current appearance and sit quietly in a less conspicuous corner of the hall.

The crack of the matchlock gun echoed far into the dark and silent night. This shot not only alerted the sailors on the Fu ship to an intruder but also woke those asleep at the harbor base.

"Yingbao, I just want to watch over you peacefully. What’s before us now is the happiness we can grasp in time. The past life—those things never truly happened. You can’t settle for fate just because of what you know from the past life! Whatever the future holds, I will carry you on my back and walk steadily forward, step by step." Ming Zong regained his spirit and made a firm promise.

This program was akin to the red carpet interviews before the Oscars, selecting standout representatives from the General Assembly to be questioned by hosts, creating certain talking points and media buzz—a way for all sides to build momentum around their desired issues.

"I… huh? Where is this call coming from? Aren’t you in Pingyang?" Yue Qianyun was about to speak but suddenly noticed that the number displayed on her phone from Lin Xu didn’t have the Pingyang area code, prompting a surprised and puzzled question.

Even for someone like Edogawa, a top-tier mental calculation expert with rigorous training, deducing the answer to this problem would still require at least thirty seconds.

Then, two streams of inner energy merged and collided with the nut. The impact caused the nut to bounce off the table and fly straight toward Lin Xu’s face. Judging by its trajectory, it was heading right for him.

But from the perspective of the ordinary audience, it was a completely different story—watching the honest Zhao Dehan, in a common interrogation room, being questioned by Hou Liangping.