Chapter 53: The Slap

An Ge, feeling somewhat groggy, saw Bo Liang enter the room, apparently having finished his work. Bo Liang stepped forward and placed his large hand on An Ge’s forehead, trying to assess her condition. Bai Nianxi, sitting on the sofa, spread her hands as if to say she was simply yearning for something. Meanwhile, on the train, Miao Ruyin received a call from Cheng Yuanyang. For days now, the tax authorities had been visiting daily—either to audit their accounts, claim the villa owed back taxes, or demand payment for the next three years in advance. They even tried to suspend the villa’s operation.

Gao Ye met his brother’s disapproving gaze. Though usually willful, Gao Ye knew his brother was angry. “About Ye Fenglan…” Liu Yaoxi finally brought up the matter. Though everyone wished to avoid it, they knew it was an issue they’d have to confront sooner or later.

Bo Lie could only watch as Bo Liang and An Ge drove away, growing ever more distant, his fist clenched tightly. From midnight on July 8th, surveillance videos began playing at twenty times normal speed, thirty-nine camera feeds displaying various angles and locations at once.

“You already know the name—what else do you want to know?” I sat back down, appearing calm, though my mind was still obsessively repeating that name.

Pei Ziqian kept glancing toward the door, afraid Ye Qingyan might suddenly appear, which would be utterly humiliating. The three deceased had suffered identical injuries; their bodies lay in similar poses, hands outstretched, nails perfectly trimmed. The first two wore neat clothing, but the third victim, a sixty-two-year-old woman, was dressed in disarray.

The Duchess, seeing this, hesitated. This girl had always been loyal; otherwise, she would not have entrusted her with such responsibilities. Could she truly be innocent?

He picked her up, placed her on the couch, and covered her with a blanket. Seeing her tear-streaked face, Wei Qilang smiled tenderly, his eyes full of warmth. Ah Ru was easily moved and satisfied, her tears flowing readily—a girl seemingly made of water.

Xia Xingzhi felt a weight on his chest, bitter and stifling. He wanted to speak, but seeing his sister lost in thought, her mind wandering afar, he sighed inwardly, his heart filled with pity, yet the words remained unsaid.

Jian Qiling sat upright beneath the waterfall, enduring its mighty force. Yet her expression was calm, as if perfectly accustomed to the intensity. She had taken two divine pills, most of their power already absorbed, and her cultivation was advancing rapidly.

Song Yan cared little for her own wounds, gazing through the glass at JNS lying in bed.

Biting his cigarette, Guo Xihao spoke with a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

She stared in disbelief, finding the end of her whip firmly gripped by someone in the carriage. The spectators were equally astonished, clearly not expecting such a turn. Qing Ning and He Shou exhaled in relief, then looked provocatively at Murong Xue.

Xing Yu paused, realizing he had been so agitated he’d overlooked those nearby.

Having languished for too long, Han Silu felt everything moved too slowly, so he planned to act immediately, starting with the royal district of Sanpu, as Guo Xihao had first mentioned. After all, the chaos in Xunan district was merely a test for his own team’s training.

As wood elemental energy surged into You Mo’s body, the red wounds wriggled like worms still clinging to life on a hook.

Fishing for bigger prey seemed to be Nezha’s innate talent, regardless of how badly wounded Feng Lin was as he struggled back to the merchant camp.

A single stone stirred a thousand ripples; not only Fu Wan and Liu Bei, but everyone present was stunned into silence.

Kim Hughes stood frozen, unsure what to do. Li Zhe ripped out the phone cord and strode toward the door.

The barbed arrow could not be pulled out; doing so would sever the lumbar muscles, and if it nicked a major artery, it could be fatal.

His armor was already scarred in many places; without its protection, he would have fallen like the other soldiers.

“What are you…?” Ye Tian looked at Peter Koss, assuming he was to be taken to the station for questioning, given the sudden arrival of so many officers.

Master Lin glanced at him, then looked up at the sky, beginning to calculate Zhang Li’s origins. Soon, a strange expression crossed his face.

Early the next morning, the Yang family rose before dawn. Shu An even gave Wu Shun a holiday, waiting for everyone to gather together.

Seeing the pirate ship bound to the casino vessel, unable to escape for now, he immediately waved his hand and led the charge.

Thinking of this, Mu Xifeng did not hesitate, retreating into his mindscape, leaving Ren Tianxing to rage outside.

No, although Hong Mingyue had already been defeated by the Taoist Association, my battle wasn’t over. He had taken Wang Qian by force; such humiliation could only be cleansed with blood.

“Alright,” Yun Feiyu said indifferently. Xia Mengyou and I shrugged, showing we had no objections.

Following closely behind Arthas, Sorrow could only hope nothing abnormal would happen in the black earth. If it did, Sorrow would have to abandon Arthas without hesitation. With the system present, as long as Sorrow survived, Arthas would always have a chance for resurrection.