Chapter 37: The Vase Actress Who is the Fake Young Lady in Modern Society (37)

On the top floor of Jiang's Private Hospital, Jiang Youan had just stepped out of a ward when she impatiently checked the online discussions.

Jiang Youan was extremely pleased with the internet leaks:

After all, the more tarnished Jiang Xiandu's reputation became, the more secure her own position would be, and the company shares would eventually fall entirely into her hands.

However, the further she scrolled down, the more wrong Jiang Youan felt something was:

Why were the discussions online now focusing entirely on the past romance between Bo Yue and Jiang Xiandu?

Jiang Xiandu's romantic blog post was precisely because...

The three of them figured they wouldn't be able to pry anything out of that stubborn rascal Ji Chen, so they decided to simply use alcohol to drink him into oblivion.

The double-damage Wine Immortal Flame once again inflicted over 20,000 points of damage to the boss, but that was practically useless; in the face of a massive 15 million health pool, those 20,000 points seemed utterly insignificant.

Slicing through several Xenomorphs as effortlessly as cutting vegetables, I vaulted upward, leaping into the air off the backs of a few creatures. Locking onto the other side of the fallen behemoth, I unleashed a void slash directly downward.

Hearing this, I was left completely speechless. With not a single star player, nor anyone with over ten years of gaming experience, they actually wanted to compete for top guild status in China. To think that our vast country has no powerful guilds—this notion seemed to me nothing more than wishful thinking.

Xia Mo cast a cold glance at Yan Yu, turned around and strode out of the office. As she left, she slammed the door shut with a loud "bang" to demonstrate her outrage over her damaged reputation.

Meanwhile, the group on the right was much larger, numbering four to five hundred people. They acted as if they didn't even notice Santu, the young chieftain, riding their fierce gale-horses at a full gallop without yielding an inch.

Therefore, this is the most realistic manifestation of the realm of swordsmanship, and can also be said to be the applied realm of sword techniques! Technique can be described as a shortcut, allowing a swordsman to more easily grasp high-difficulty elements and achieve feats previously impossible.

"Sect Master, we must never harbor any thoughts of defying celestial will, otherwise our Mystic Immortal Sect will face a catastrophic disaster," several elders said.

There wasn't much food—just a pot of salted pork stewed with Chinese cabbage, and a plate of steamed cured meat. Lacking the energy to go out and buy groceries, I simply had to make do with this makeshift meal.

In truth, Xiao Yao had never intended to start a massive massacre at the very beginning. It was simply that the words of those Green-Hong Gang underlings had infuriated him, and under the perilous circumstances just moments ago, Xiao Yao had no choice but to kill without mercy; otherwise, the one who ended up dead would have been him.

"Since Senior has successfully undergone the tribulation, this junior will take his leave." Sun Liren stepped forward, nodded slightly to Li Dengxian, and then soared into the sky, disappearing into the horizon on his flying sword.

On the grasslands, slaves also existed. Their status and position were extremely humble, coming primarily from prisoners of war or tribes whose clans had been exterminated, much like that previous tribe.

During the charge, the Shangjun cavalry automatically split into three units, breaching the enemy formation from different directions. Li Danghu's contingent took the center, while the other two units executed a pincer movement from the left and right.

"The past is the past, and the present is the present. Without President Zheng's approval, I will not disburse his salary. If you have a problem with that, go talk to President Zheng yourself," Director Chen said, leaving zero room for negotiation.

"What on earth are you thinking?" Qin越 (Qin Yue) furrowed his brows slightly. Sitting right beside her only to be ignored like this—such a feeling was deeply unpleasant.

For he saw several sturdily built men walking toward Xia Shiyu with evil grins on their faces; they were clearly uninvited guests harboring malicious intentions.

Upon returning to the Cangshan Criminal Investigation Detachment, Chi Yangyang immediately retrieved the test report of the skin debris extracted from the victim's fingernails.

Dong Qinyan alternated between acting spoiled, playing cute, and pleading poverty, tossing and turning until Dong Chenghu had no choice but to surrender, leaving the prison first with the support of his servants.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhenyang's eyes widened instantly. "What happened to Luo'er?" Jiang Zhenyang asked anxiously.

Although Lan Fei was quite angry at Feiyu's recent stunt, upon hearing his command, she still nudged Zhao Yang beside her. Zhao Yang gave a few instructions to the men nearby, grabbed a rope, leaped up gracefully, and with a few swift movements, tied Qing Feng up securely.