Chapter 33: The Truth

Staying in prison meant he could no longer disturb the peace of the capital, but now the situation was even worse. He was clearly implicated in this, and if he bottled up his resentment only to stir up trouble again after being released, Bai Li Mushen would surely turn gray with worry.

Yao Ling issued an order to her legal team to investigate the connections between the Yang and Sima families.

She cared little for Zong Keke’s actions, but she couldn't help blaming Qi Fan. No wonder he’d said—he never returned any gift he’d received. She once thought it was because he valued past affections, wishing to keep them as mementos.

After Ding Fulan vented all his worries from the past few days, his mood brightened greatly. He thought to himself, "This must be your doing, Qian Xining! We’re supposed to be partners, yet you acted on your own, nearly making Ji Changda suspect me."

Just as Zhou Pei was speaking, the principal announced the start of the vote. Everyone was to write down their choice and drop it into the ballot box.

Meanwhile, beside the vast construction site, there still stood a few ramshackle wooden houses, just as in the past. But these were no longer dwellings; each was now a shop engaged in some trade.

He had to put an end to all this. There was no need for clever methods or any so-called art of language—he just needed to bring this damned ordeal to a close.

Great Chu was not to be trifled with, but the silver of Sadar City was simply too tempting. Moreover, it was said their crown prince had been stationed in Sadar City for a long time, yet he was so low-key that he had never received any Sadar officials. Their informants did not even know what the crown prince looked like.

"You've done nothing wrong, Caesar, not a thing," Robert said, not in accusation but in comfort as he listened to Benisenio’s outburst, soothing his old friend instead of being angry.

The black dragon was covered in ebony scales, its tail vanishing into the darkness without end. From its nostrils billowed black smoke, hissing as it instantly reduced a swath of trees to powder. Its thundering roar shook the heavens and the earth, causing mountains and rivers to tremble, sending birds and beasts fleeing in terror.

Xie Tong awoke groggy and disoriented, feeling even worse than after his last bout of heavy drinking. He kept rubbing his aching head, seeing stars everywhere, and he was ravenously hungry.

"I say, if you discovered such a significant clue, why didn't you notify us beforehand? Otherwise, things wouldn't have ended up like this," Bai Feng said deliberately, his tone mocking.

Jing Ye’s lips moved as he recited an endless stream of "Strike!"—each sword strike swept across the field, fierce as an eagle in flight, relentless as a dragon emerging from the sea. Every blow found its mark; with each strike, an opponent fell, blood raining down from the sky.

Lin Jingyi naturally noticed the man’s gaze but appeared utterly unconcerned, asking in an offhand manner.

In mid-air, three clones identical in appearance to the hurried girl materialized. The four figures swapped places in an instant, making it impossible for anyone to tell who was real and who was not.

A mother bear emerged from the underbrush, stretching her neck to sniff the air. The fur on the back of her neck bristled, and she bared her fangs in a roar—she had clearly caught the scent of blood from her kind lingering in the air.

As soon as the officer’s gavel fell, the room fell silent. All eyes turned to Zhen Shifeng—some with fear, some with hatred, some with sympathy—but most with a trace of confusion and wonder, as if they were beholding a monster.

Though Yue Chen’s natural talent in cultivation could not compare to Huo Xuan or Chongxu, he was decent in terms of insight. After his master explained the cultivation method for "The Three Absolute Forms of Heaven and Earth" just once in detail, he had already grasped the gist. By the second explanation, he seemed close to full understanding.

Thus, the investigation into Cai Jun could be set aside for now. All that remained was to wait until daybreak, head to the police station, and join the detectives. Perhaps the police would have uncovered even more crucial clues.

It is said that Mount Liang is perilous and easy to defend but hard to attack. Surrounded by marshes stretching for eight hundred miles, the endless reeds and waterways form a natural barrier. Liangshan Marsh truly is a place blessed by both heaven and earth.

Welfare was a matter of great concern to every worker in each unit. Now that Hou Zishan brought it up, everyone's attention was drawn. Ma Nan heard him but hesitated to reply; yet with everyone focused on the topic, silence was not an option.

How did we end up in this Crimea? The Tatars fell into civil war! Fighting broke out everywhere! My father thought fleeing south and reaching this island would bring safety. But were we really safe?

"Grandpa Bao! Your tea has gone cold. Let me pour you a fresh cup," Gao Fei began to show his attentiveness. Among smart people, communication was often this simple and easy—no need for too many words, both sides understanding each other perfectly.

Just as Chen Gong was lecturing Old Cheng's son, the officers at the station, though battered, had only minor injuries. First, they contacted their headquarters, then came over to restore order.

In the game of Suoha, only a straight flush beats four-of-a-kind, and a straight flush must consist of five consecutive cards.

"Territory? Forgive my bluntness, but what territory does Rome have left now? Even Galata near Constantinople has become a colony of the Lombard beside you. You have returned to the past, utterly and completely." Qin Cang laughed heartily.

Upon reaching the city wall, Liwal tested it himself. The battlements were sturdy, and the arrow barrels were full. The drawbridge had been raised, and the portcullis was down. Made of refined iron, the portcullis was impossible to break through by normal means.