06. A High-Minded Scoundrel Worth a Thousand Deaths
The laughter and banter gradually faded away.
Old Deng and Little Douzi, having been on edge for so long, felt the sudden release of tension and collapsed onto their beds, their eyelids fluttering shut almost instantly.
The captain, well aware of the importance of conserving energy, ceased all conversation and began to practice his inner alchemy in silence. After completing his cycles of meditation, the inn was soon filled with the sound of rhythmic snoring.
Lu Xun sat with eyes gleaming like a wolf’s, his mind drifting far away.
His consciousness sank into the space where he kept the heads, fixing his gaze upon the beauty’s head.
[White Lotus Sect, Qinghe Branch]
As they spoke, the six foreigners arrived before us, surrounding me, Lin Ke’er, and the sales assistant in a fan formation.
What worried her most was that if Wang Qi went to negotiate with Yin Jianguo, he would surely take the money and flee; once he left Anqing City, finding him again would be nearly impossible.
Having tossed out this ultimatum with rigid finality, Ouroboros strode away on her long, elegant legs. However, before she could take two steps, the Dragon Kings from the Kingdom of Peace moved in unison to block her path.
With his subordinates in tow, Kong Xiang did not even need to make a move during the chaotic melee; his men had already dispatched everyone else.
Hanyin was taken aback. Having grown weary of the crudeness and brutality of the Five Cities Infantry Command, she had not expected to encounter an imperial official so gentle. Raising her eyes, she saw Zhao Wuyou wearing a faint smile, his gaze soft and his words filled with regret and longing.
Nie Ran initially followed his pace obediently, planning to look back after a while. But before she had walked far, she realized she did not even need to turn her head; she could feel a gaze from the shadows fixed firmly upon her spine.
Accompanied by the tree’s shrill, piercing scream, dozens of vines erupted from its body, lashing out at Xue Ne. It was still attempting to fight back, believing that if it could only kill Xue Ne, the flames consuming it would be extinguished.
Perhaps this was the most sincere lie Qi Haoyuan had ever told in his life, for at that moment, Yao Jing’s eyes blinked, and she was on the verge of tears. People are sometimes too easily satisfied; a single phrase—"I'm just worried about you"—was enough to completely soften her heart.
Well, even though it was one o'clock in the afternoon and officially work hours, since Lu Yucheng was hosting a first-birthday banquet for the twins, he supposed he could afford to take some time off.
"So, it really is in this direction." The scarred youth leaped out of the woods and landed before Long Yuan. Shortly after, eight or nine burly men appeared behind him.
Zhao Liuya pondered for a while, but she truly could not think of anything she could do; she had very little experience in such matters.
The three of them watched in terror. When Yang Ling saw the golden Emei piercers lose their luster, she placed them in her hand, and they immediately transformed back into a golden bracelet.
Where the calligraphy and painting touched Yang Ling’s bracelet, a golden light emerged—soft, gentle, and devoid of any glare, it brought with it a profound sense of calm.
Ye Chun panted heavily as he agreed, finding a large rock to sit down and rest. The government soldiers slumped down in a disarray, regardless of the dirt on the ground, many of them setting aside their weapons.
The air began to vibrate slightly as a scorching current permeated the atmosphere. Mount Buzhou shook violently, and the dragon scales upon the mountain threatened to melt.
In the center of the massive crater, a figure lay perfectly still. It was Fu Jishan, lying motionless in the pit, leaving one to wonder if he was still alive.
The personal guards on the flagship stared with wide eyes, and even Jiao Ting and Lü Fang were taken aback, though Xiao Rang remained calm and composed.
After all, official business was paramount, and taking revenge on Ping Shiyuan was merely incidental. If the Four Seas Security Firm were to abandon this deal because of it, he feared that even if he scoured the capital, he would never find another force suitable to carry out this mission.
With this new source of wealth, the financial crisis of the Green Dragon Stronghold was finally, if only temporarily, alleviated. Zhu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his focus back to Mount Liang.