Volume One, Chapter 42: Family Matters and Outsiders

On this day, the survivors in Hope Base noticed something strange: the usually stable electricity suddenly became extremely unreliable, with periodic outages disrupting their lives.

Luo Yixuan nodded, “Then I won’t stand on ceremony!” With that, she picked up her spoon and began eating.

Sun Hongying saw that Yue Longtian was acting unnaturally. She couldn’t understand what was wrong with him, but he was definitely not the Yue Longtian she knew. The odd look in his eyes frightened her so much that she instinctively retreated, forgetting even to scream.

“Who is it?” A man’s mocking voice came from the other end of the line. This man was Zhang Dao, the boss of a certain gang in B City. Chen Daqian had once been his secret lover.

“What kind of background must I have to trouble someone as distinguished as Yan Xuanhuang to send people to welcome me?” Gong Shiqin’s face was filled with astonishment.

Mido closed the game system with a bitter heart, gave herself a pep talk in a rather self-mocking way, then stood up, ready to leave the rooftop where she had shed so many tears.

Kenpachi Zaraki: All the captains know he’s anything but human. In terms of strength, Kenpachi is among the top captains.

She continued down the corridor. Inside Majin Buu’s body was like an underground world, filled with strange and peculiar creatures, all magnified to the extreme.

“Madam!” At that moment, a distant clamor sounded. Lü Yue came galloping over, riding a giant white wolf.

Ancient texts record that when an Immortal Emperor breaks through to the Mortal Immortal stage, advancing further often requires ten thousand years of enlightenment as a foundation before a breakthrough becomes possible.

Just then, a white crow flew across the sky, landed beside Ji Yiang, and suddenly started cawing loudly.

Within the Silver Consortium, Itochu Corporation and Fujitsu are on equal footing; the president of Itochu cannot meddle in Fujitsu’s affairs.

However… this person’s status was indeed high. After some deliberation, Qi Zhengrong instructed the eunuchs dispatched to serve at Pingkang Palace to temporarily address Xiao Jingheng as “Young Master,” until the emperor gave further instructions on how to address him.

In the eyes of many, the master’s achievements could already be compared to those of Emperor Qin Shi Huang.

In theory, attacks of this magnitude should have instantly eliminated the Black-Helmed men, but in reality, it took quite an effort to finally wipe them all out.

Although it was he who first suspected Snooker of being an insider, even he had never truly believed Snooker was a traitor.

“Mom, you’re here at just the right time. How about the two families have dinner together and discuss the wedding? I want something simple—maybe just get the certificate and take a trip. But he says he doesn’t want me to feel wronged,” Yin Qing said.

Qin Xu looked up. Recently, he had noticed a strange affinity with lightning tribulations; they kept appearing, allowing him to appreciate the wonders of nature.

Meanwhile, the drama queen Shangguan Jing clung to her arm with tearful eyes, refusing to let go, insisting on escorting the Marchioness of Wuding all the way to the entrance of Han Chun Palace.

It was nothing more than a Marseille turn, and an unfinished one at that. Lu Nan knew his own limits when it came to football; his advantage lay in physical fitness and athleticism. Having played street football in his previous life, he still retained the basics.

Suddenly, a voice echoed overhead, sounding exactly like Bobby’s—as if it came from his heart. Ike, however, heard it loud and clear.

Although the direction they were looking was blocked by the roof, both seemed to have seen something terrifying, their faces filled with shock.

Even though this regime appeared loose and crude, it still wielded enormous influence across the grasslands.

For a moment, chaos erupted at the school gate—even the security guards joined the fans in chasing their idols. This was Amsterdam, after all, and Jin Yuan had plenty of fans here.

“Greetings!” Shi Yunmo tossed out the words coldly, clearly unwilling to speak further with the fat old man.

Li Kuafu seemed to be mocking himself, mumbling as if conceding to this invincible alliance.

The caves were similar, but these weren’t opened by maggots—they seemed to be man-made.

Compared to the last time he experienced the Red Tide, the temperature at the center of the Red Sea was much higher this time. According to seasoned cultivators who had witnessed many Red Tides, this meant that much stronger spirit beasts would emerge.

It was something many found unbelievable. Some called him miraculous, but more called him crazy, for he always did things that defied conventional logic.

Although Feng Quan’s hometown was Beixi City, after his parents sent him to the Liaoning Youth Football School, he mostly lived in Shenyang. So, it wouldn’t be wrong to call Shenyang his “second hometown.”

Yin Jiao, beset by the attacking generals of the Chuang Army, not only killed several of them but wounded Li Guo as well. After killing more than two hundred men, he finally died under a hail of arrows.

Of course, the domestic market remained the main focus for the Benchmark Corporation; the enormous Chinese market alone was enough to bring them immense profits.

After speaking, Pan Shuqin didn’t wait for Qiu Yang’s reply, hung up directly, then sent him several messages on WeChat.

As always, the email included a photo: Xie Kexin lying on the grass, apparently taken by Sophie. Dressed in sportswear, she looked radiant and youthful.

Li Lingwei said it was that Cui Renbing who stepped on her, but the Cui Renbing online denied it. Wang Cong clearly believed Li Lingwei’s account more.