Chapter 85: Hurry and Find the Chief

"Alright, understood, understood."
The burly man instantly dared not move any further upon hearing this. After a brief hesitation, he could only turn his gaze to a few of his subordinates.
"Go, hurry and find the Boss! Tell him to prepare the money immediately."
He spoke trembling with fear, and after finishing, his face twisted in pain and...
Ye Xuanqing pulled up in front of the door, stopping the car. Resting her chin, she mused that if she went out now, she might not even make it past the gate. Perhaps it was better to...
As he spoke, Zhang Chen drew out the yin and yang energies from his palm, guiding a strand of faint golden spiritual energy into Zhang Tonghua’s body, slowly repairing the dantian that had almost completely ceased to exist.
Su Ci thought that all of this might be Dongfang Shaoqing’s intention, or rather, these were schemes they were plotting together. But along the way, he had followed Dongfang Shaoqing for more than three months now and understood him very well.
"Who said I’m going with you? I’m just here to check the accounts, it just so happens I’m leaving at the same time as you." Ji Xing grinned, her expression full of pride in her actions.
At that moment, Su Ci heard Dongfang Shaoqing suddenly bring up the topic, and his heart sank to an icy depth.
At first, An Xinran was only joking. She bought everything she needed with her own salary, so she never really considered how wealthy Gu Tingxuan was.
That night, Xu Hui’s mind was consumed with thoughts of her cousin leaving, and that meeting again would become difficult, no longer as simple as wishing to see and then seeing. An aching sadness welled up; her mood was painfully heavy.
"Alright, I got it." An Xinran felt the director’s requests would be easy to fulfill; coming to the countryside truly felt like a vacation.
"Don’t look at me like that. Not throwing you out of the Lu family is already more than anyone could expect from me. At this point, only your departure from Jiahe will calm the discontent of the others in the company. This is for your own good." Father Lu spoke, seeming to have aged ten years overnight.
Lou Jun, seeing Dongfang Shaoqing’s whirlwind actions, turned to Shaoxuan with a smile that hinted at deeper meaning.
In the depths, Huang Qing sensed a surge of turbulent, tempestuous energy, as if a primordial demon bird lurked within. The demonic aura coalesced above the City Lord’s mansion, forming the shape of an ancient demonic ape that roared toward the sky.
"Go back..." Lin Jie smiled and gestured to Su Jinmei behind him. He didn’t want Su Jinmei to follow him into danger. He had promised Xia Bingxin he would protect Su Jinmei, and he would keep that promise.
After all, I had agreed with Chen Sanpao—our deal was that I would take the gourd and spare his life. But now, I have the gourd, and it’s the gourd that has claimed Chen Sanpao’s life.
Under the eyes of all, the Sect Leader of the Ethereal Sword Sect, one of the continent’s most powerful beings, the Sword Spirit King, was utterly annihilated, body and soul.
"But if I hadn’t startled you just now, you wouldn’t have slipped up," He Wanwan said, her expression tinged with regret.
As soon as she finished, a young man in a black martial arts uniform, standing at least six feet tall, walked over at a measured pace. His skin was dark, beard thick, utterly unlike the students at school... His narrowed, sharp eyes seemed capable of shooting out a cold blade.
Because there were no inns for miles around, Mu Qingge and her companions stopped to rest in the woods. This time, they had enough time to recuperate. Mu Qingge sat upon a large stone as Feng Haoxuan brought over roasted rabbit and handed it to her.
In the space of a moment, my fingernails grew longer, sharper, and pierced the skin, entering my veins. Yet I felt no pain—only a numbness, a faint itch.