Chapter Fifty-Three: An Unexpected Incident

“All right, everyone’s here, time to change the venue. Let’s go, you two big shots. I’ve already reserved a table at Cui Xiang House—if we don’t hurry, the dishes will get cold.”

Ye Cheng, seeing Zhao Kang and Qin Siyuan exchanging words so deftly, could only chuckle to himself.

As an old hand in official circles, Ye Cheng naturally understood what lay beneath their conversation. However, for now, he was still not...

In the end, Lin Luoxi could only choose to enter Russia at a leisurely pace. Fortunately, the three of them were all formidable individuals, and since the army was still several kilometers away, they’d managed to hide themselves. Thus, when they were within a hundred kilometers, not a single mishap occurred.

“Please, Brother Hongji, teach me!” Li Xu replied solemnly. Now that he and Liu Hongji had suddenly shifted from friends to colleagues whose interests were intertwined, he felt a pang of regret. He wanted to make amends, but for the moment, could find no way to do so.

“Then why did you throw a knife at me?” Yao Bin snapped, his anger clear. Anyone who suddenly came that close to death would feel their heart skip a beat.

A cold flash flickered in Su Qiqi’s beautiful eyes. “It seems you people from the East really are insufferably arrogant!” Before the men could burst into laughter, Su Qiqi had already become a mere afterimage. As the Japanese men blinked in confusion, the guns in their hands had all vanished.

There was no need to think further: the person who’d slipped out in the middle of the night had clearly gone to inform the nearby bandit gangs. Within a hundred miles, there were only two groups capable of taking down a caravan of several hundred—one was called Snow Wolf, the other Blood Wolf. Both groups numbered over a thousand. If they really came, it would be a fierce battle.

The disappearance of the plane had already aroused suspicions among the upper echelons of various nations; it was almost certain some force had hijacked it. The target could only be either the British or the Chinese. Given the recent turmoil within China, many suspected that someone was scheming against China from the shadows.

Under the amplification of Heaven’s Supreme Will, the Tyrant Fist unleashed an even more terrifying power. Each strike seemed capable of shattering stars, breaking through the void itself. The entire North Sea trembled.

Chen Chaopiao took a shower in a hotel, changed his clothes, and rode his motorcycle home, leaving the remaining matters to Lu Xiang.

Outside the capital’s university, seeing Shan Siying emerge with Qi Qi, Fang Long strode forward, excitement in his eyes. She had been his first love; every time he saw her, he felt a surge of happiness—even though he knew she had never truly cared for him, seeing him only as a shield.

All this, Heaven had not revealed, and though a trace of trepidation lingered in his heart, he truly had no clue what it meant.

“Second Brother took some men out searching; they left just today.” Zhu Rui, facing his mother, was filled with shame. His mother looked at her son. At first, grief tore at her heart, but now, regaining a fragment of composure, she realized Rui’s pain was no less than her own.

Then, briefly, the two exchanged glances in midair, and both immediately withdrew their gaze, sharing a quiet smile.

If one could remain on the Nine Nether Battle Rankings for over seven days, they earned the right to become Lin Feng’s personal guard. From then on, as long as they survived, even if they fell from first place, they would still enjoy the rewards granted to the top rank.

Chen Yourong’s body was sent flying like a kite with its string cut. If Ling Feng’s main target had been her, that sword would have ended her life then and there.

“Lancha!” Lan Zichen, unable to bear seeing his beloved suffer, leaped high into the air, attempting to shield her with his own body.

Just as Lin Feng, savoring the cigarette in his hand, watched the lovely Qin Lan relish her steak, an ill-timed voice shattered his tranquility.

The young people all valued responsibility, and these days, exhaustion had taken its toll. Wushuang, seated at the bedside, propped her chin in her hand and dozed off. Born into a family of thieves, her sleep was always light; even with her eyes closed, her ears never truly rested.