Chapter Fifty-Five: Ye Cheng’s Banquet of Hidden Dangers

Seeing that Su Chan had no idea what he meant, Ye Cheng leaned in closer and explained carefully, “Yes, it’s in your name. Also, if Wu Qihao asks whether I invited him, just say no. Then, think of a reason—say that even though you’re working with me now, you don’t want to be influenced by me…”

Qiu Muchao nodded at him, walked out into the corridor, took out his phone, and looked at a newly saved number. After pausing for a moment, he finally pressed the call button.

Yet it was this filthy transaction that brought Liu Yuxuan the video he was never meant to possess. And it was this very video that brought disaster upon him, nearly costing him his life.

An awkward silence followed. Wang Jin was never one to make friends proactively and had nothing to say, so he buried himself in his food.

But it was already late when Wang Jin returned. By the time he arrived, Yan Chixia had just seriously wounded the tree demon, who then went into hiding. It would take at least a hundred years to recover and menace the world again.

Bullets whistled through the air like sharp cries. A concrete post shattered, fragments stinging their faces. Without looking back, Zhang Zhao swung his right hand and fired, bullets pouring from the gun. As he and Guo Rong ran at the rear of the group, they became the enemies’ primary targets.

Antiques? The words were a revelation. Wang Qing’s eyes lit up as she suggested, “When we return to the modern era, why not open a hotel? We could bring all the pots and pans from here, and with Liu Yufu and Liu Shiyan—authentic beauties from the Song Dynasty—wouldn’t that be a marvel in the world?”

After letting Balak go, everyone in Trapani felt somewhat guilty, especially now after the incident with Kaka. Hugo, in particular, regretted how they had treated Balak in the past. This invitation was an attempt at reconciliation.

Chu Yun touched his face. Since his clothes and equipment were still intact, he hadn’t thought in that direction until just now.

Zhang Zhao laughed and said, “Before, I was always too busy with work to shop. Now that there’s a chance, of course I want to look around.” Hearing this, everyone’s faces brightened with rare smiles.

As the two were talking, they thought Zhang Ji had already left, but he was still there, refusing to go.

“The film is already in preparation. Shooting starts in a few days, and I hope we can finish within a month. What do you think?” Clearly, Murong Juan intended to promote the film from start to finish this time.

In an instant, as everyone grasped the meaning of the song, a chill swept the room, and an inescapable loneliness seemed to settle over them.

“So that’s how it is!” Hong Tian understood at last, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. This Research Hall was impressive, having developed an artillery piece capable of instant attacks.

The real reasons perhaps only he knew, and Qiu Chou kept his own secrets well, so that even Hong Tian and the others remained unaware.

He seemed to be recounting old stories, speaking of people who were slowly fading from their lives. Though it had been a long time since they’d met, he seemed to say: I haven’t forgotten you, only that we have lost touch.

Li Goudan, on Lin Lin’s side, was just that clever—working alongside the unpredictable Death’s Puppeteer, while Yasuo took the opportunity to unleash the wind he’d been saving up. In the lower ranks, where no one dodged, blowing away enemies was so easy.

He still hadn’t dealt with the hidden enemy behind him when another appeared in front, and only then did he understand why Hela had given two positions at once.

Zhu Yuanzhang had at least a year ahead of him, a time for waiting and for seeking out his most important generals.