Chapter 138: The Su Father and Son Cannot Be Relied Upon

Su Boyong immediately began slapping his own face, not caring in the least that he was Su Chan’s elder. To him, money was as precious as his own life; as long as it meant he and his son could make a profit, he wouldn’t hesitate for a second to kneel before Su Chan.

“Hey, Uncle, what are you doing? I didn’t even say anything, please stop.”

“You?!” Wu Ling cast a disdainful glance at Liu Zaiyi. “Forget it! I’d be plenty grateful if you just didn’t add to the chaos! Besides, has it been a long time since you were last thrown over a shoulder?” With that, her gaze fell with malicious intent upon the hand Liu Zaiyi had draped over her shoulder.

Night began to fall, and tonight’s bright moon seemed somewhat pallid. The shadows within it appeared exceptionally deep, and the moon itself seemed rimmed with a blood-red edge, looking quite eerie.

“Brother Ming is wise!” Jun Qianxi said, reaching into her sleeve to pull out some powder, only to have her hand caught by the person beside her.

I told them that something had indeed entered the tent earlier—it must have been a monkey spirit—but I had already killed it, and its corpse was not far away outside.

This... this doll-like child, with features as delicate as carved jade and standing about the same height as Helian Ying, could this really be the expert who acted just a moment ago?

When she returned last night, Lady Liu praised her for doing well and for observing all the proper courtesies. If all went as expected, the Prince of Ying’s estate would send someone to propose marriage today. Listening to her mother’s words, she felt as if she had eaten honey. This morning, after paying her respects to the Old Madam, she saw her cousins acting rather haughty and arrogant, completely looking down on them.

I opened my eyes to see Li Sen’s face; the guy was panting heavily and gave me a silly grin.

Mo Jingran’s face shifted dramatically. He looked at her with an expression of disbelief, clearly unable to accept reality.

But now, Jun Qianxi’s bare shoulder was exposed. His retreating footsteps came to an abrupt halt; he swallowed hard, and a surge of reckless momentum rose from the depths of his heart.

Miranda’s judgment on this point was quite accurate: the war potential of Ghost International could by no means compete with a nation, especially the United States. Fighting wars, especially protracted, high-intensity conflicts, is a drain on money. The U.S. military budget is seven hundred billion dollars a year, and it has been that way for years.

Under Chu Xuan’s skillful manipulation, everyone—the veterans, including Zero and Wang—fell within the scope of his leverage.

After the wrap party concluded, everyone returned to their respective posts the next day. Shi Jia took an overnight flight back to the capital; he hadn’t seen his parents in months, and truthfully, he missed them quite a bit.

The hard arm guards cracked inch by inch, and jagged, tooth-like shards clattered to the floor. The police officer’s eyes rolled back, and his heavy body toppled backward.

After giving the instructions, Li Chuan left the development lab. As long as there were no surprises, the subsequent work on the quantum computer would progress naturally and smoothly. He believed that this team of excellent engineers would be able to complete the remaining development tasks.

Tony Chen was blinded by bloodlust, but the demon clan kept surging out in such vast numbers that they could only snipe a portion of them; the rest bypassed them and headed toward the outer perimeter.

“In the primordial era, the gods waged a chaotic war that engulfed the entire universe. During that great battle, the Ancient Hall of the Beginning was severely damaged,” Ye Yang said.

He hesitated, deciding not to kill them. Instead, he cut the power to the room. Although the exhaust fan stopped running, he kept the ventilation ducts clear and then destroyed the door lock.

I don’t know what came over her, but Bai Su’s mind was a beat slow at that moment. Instead of protecting Xiang Fei, she was busy taking photos. Could she not prioritize what was important?