Chapter 59 Unfilial Daughter-Após fingir a própria morte por câncer, o marido canalha e o filho ingrato choram como cães(O imortal busca a imortalidade)

In the future Xiangjiang, there were still more than ten years of British rule ahead, and Li Ka-shing's philosophy was well worth studying.

Beside him, Michelle's adoring and burning gaze made Mo Xuan feel quite overwhelmed. He coughed a couple of times to mask his awkwardness and continued "lecturing" Pao Yue-kong, Li Ka-shing, and the others.

"I hope things can continue like this in the future." This was his yearning for a peaceful life. Now, he finally caught a glimpse of some hope.

Meanwhile, Li Yinhqiang, also a tier-two esper, felt a fierce gust of wind rushing from behind him, and his expression changed abruptly.

As for people whose backgrounds he knew nothing about, he would never casually leave his mobile phone number.

At this, Chu Yu finally snapped back to his senses, and in the very next second, he suddenly and hurriedly sat up.

Youning raised his brows slightly, a trace of surprise in his heart. But upon a second thought, it all felt so natural—this was the reward for his kindness, a cycle of cause and effect where the Buddha never deceived anyone.

Yet, remembering this bizarre place, she had no choice but to endure it for now. Raising her head, she took a deep breath, forced a smile, and tried her best to keep her voice steady. Given the current circumstances, as the saying goes, one must lower one's head under someone else's roof. Lin Baibai had no other virtues, but she was exceptionally pragmatic; gathering information first was the top priority.

At the mere mention of Michelle, Wong Jing snapped out of his trance. Beauties were wonderful, but for Wong Jing, securing the position of the undisputed top director at Zongheng Pictures—or rather, winning the ultimate favor of the big boss—was far more crucial.

Having just received a favor from her, he only wished to recover quickly. Putting aside normal cultivation, as long as he could move about freely, he could guide Mo Qiqi and thereby repay this debt of gratitude.

Everyone was startled, exchanging bewildered glances. Although they were well aware of this rumor, it was not something they could bring up in broad daylight. Besides, what were you doing earlier? The Son of Heaven had already issued an imperial decree; to bring it up again now was tantamount to making the sovereign slap his own face.

Taking two deep breaths, Lu Qi shifted her center of gravity further forward, allowing the snowboard to slowly cross the critical threshold. Then came a sudden acceleration.

The powerhouses atop the city walls watched the scene unfold with crystal clarity: Shen Longxuan's single strike was overwhelmingly fierce, turning those ghost-demons, regardless of their strength, into ashes instantly.

Stepping down slowly, he planted his foot onto Holra's body. The pressure, seemingly sufficient to crush bone, drove Holra heavily into the ground. The delicate claws supporting his body shattered into pieces, and amid a deafening crack, the earth fractured in concentric circles, blooming like a giant web.

"Alright, Vice President Tang, rest assured. Our lawyer will not only win this lawsuit but also uncover the absolute truth behind the matter," Dai Xixi said, immediately wondering if Tang Likun had any further instructions so she could take her leave if there were none.

"Fuzhou City is truly a place blessed with outstanding people, and yet another prodigy has emerged!" As the comments spread among the crowd, this piece of news suddenly began circulating throughout Fuzhou City.

Watching Guan Jiuer rush eagerly to the bedside and tap furiously at her phone, Li Jie instantly guessed what she was up to.

"Hmph! I couldn't be bothered with you lot, yet you're pushing your luck. Once Jian Lengkun breaks through, it will be your day of reckoning," Shen Longxuan said indifferently.

He then inserted the black, Star-Yao series car key into the forklift's ignition slot to start the vehicle. The engine roared to life, producing a series of deep rumbles akin to a racing car.

After a brief yet prudent deliberation, Wang Heng decided that as a novice rookie, he should choose the rules with the most restrictions. Otherwise, if she were to trap him in a flurry of aggressive maneuvers, wouldn't he end up pinned beneath her with no way to get back up?

You're telling me to look back and see what's going on? You must be joking! That withered hand made a move completely beyond expectation, and I've only ever heard legends of such power. Come to think of it, Lao Lai once told me how immensely badass he was back when he was alive; it seems that among the people I know, only Lao Lai could pull off something like that.

Though Dongmen Qing desperately denied it in his heart, when he looked at Pan Haodong, a measure of awe involuntarily crept into his gaze.

"Damn it, judging by the looks of this place, probably every casino in the world is cut from the exact same cloth!" Ye Feng muttered to himself inwardly as he observed the surroundings.

This feeling was akin to a beggar starving for days encountering a kind-hearted older sister who handed him both money and food.

However, Zhang Qingrui told me with absolute certainty that this was due to the instability of the dream world, because she was, after all, not a living person, but the deceased. The dead do not possess dreams; she had forced her way into the dreams of myself and the others, yet she could not maintain this state for long.

"Uncle, Auntie. I'm here to pick you up," Zhong Hao said with a smile, different from his usual standard grin—a bit shy, yet warm.

"When I first met you, I said that the trouble you stirred up on the street was worth only a few hundred or a few thousand. But this time, what you've done might just... exceed your imagination!" Driving the car back to the restaurant, Hu Dafang leisurely lit a cigarette and softly began to answer Liu Dandan's questions.

Zhuque understood the gravity of the situation. Hua Feihu had joined the Special Operations Bureau for decades and had lorded over Xiangjiang for five or six years; he knew many of the Bureau's secrets as well as the layout of its defensive network in the south.

"If you lose it, you don't have to compensate me. That's fine, right?" Mu Qingyu knew what this fellow was thinking.

After all, he was now a Great Swordsman himself. In the future, should anyone offend him, he could dispatch them on the spot without having to fear anyone seeking revenge afterwards.

Therefore, as long as she truly had a way to cure the patient, no matter how arrogant or willful she might be, they had no choice but to endure it, treat her with utmost courtesy, and plead with her in gentle tones.

Fang Yuan unleashed two movement-based martial arts techniques in succession to narrowly dodge Fang Youwei's strike.

Tong Lianniang, who had been singled out, felt her mood sour even further. Earlier, Yu He had already caused her to lose face once, and just now he had praised Yan Siniang's good judgment, which was equivalent to invalidating her all over again—it was simply utterly rude.

Before long, one soldier, then two, and gradually more and more soldiers gave up fighting and joined the ranks of looting the money.