Chapter 92: The Spirit Stone Mine

By then, Lu Xiaofeng had only just come to. He looked around and found the private room utterly empty, which brought a sneer to his face.

“Damn it, they really are nothing but sycophantic dogs. The moment they got the money, every one of them ran off faster than rabbits.”

Lu Xiaofeng muttered through clenched teeth while clutching his waist. It was obvious that the brutal tussle he had just had with the karaoke bar’s special line of work had left him feeling rather battered.

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Duan Tianlong and Liu Wu naturally took this for Li Yu’s desperate counterattack, a move made by a cornered dog, because Li Yu had already been driven into the corner of the room. If he retreated any farther, he would be in a dead end, with nowhere left to hide.

Back in the car, Zhang Tianyi finally felt safe. He hurriedly opened the laptop Cai Zhiyuan had brought out of the room.

People who wallow in the mire have nothing worth being proud of, but shouldn’t those dignitaries be unwilling to entangle themselves with them?

This did not mean his position was already unrivaled; it meant that he controlled the greatest resources in the entire entertainment industry.

“Silly girl, have you forgotten what day it is today?” Seeing that she was still asking him so blankly, Chen Yan reached out and tapped her on the forehead, asking with feigned annoyance.

Looking at the several hundred gold coins dropped by the boss, and that even under a triple drop, it was clear that trying to earn the money back from coin drops alone was completely useless. Relying on equipment drops was excellent at the beginning, but after that it was hard to say; in the end, it would not make much money at all and might even turn into a loss.

After getting into the taxi, she could not wait to take out her phone and press the number for Nuo Mingyu. She cast a cold glance at the unconscious Ouyang Yingqi.

Everyone maintained excellent condition and kept unleashing terrifying attacks upon the mass of monsters.

“Please wait here for a moment. I’ll go bring the car over,” Qin Mo answered respectfully.

Sun Yajun also knew about this situation, but he really could no longer drag the head office down with him. Now that Xiao Bohan had laid out the stakes so clearly, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and keep going.

She wanted to say that she wanted a home, but she was afraid that if she sent it, he would sense something, so she deleted it again.

She almost noticed Zhong Qing the instant she saw her. Shock, jealousy, and venomous resentment flashed through her eyes, before finally hardening into a thick, icy malice.

Those uncanny black eyes held not the slightest trace of feeling. The gaze that settled on him was like that of a deity seated high upon an altar, looking down on mortal beings as though they were mere ants.

But Jiang Wei had spent a long time in the military, and his thinking was far too upright; for the moment, he really could not bring himself to accept it.

A bespectacled man with a Shanghai accent said without lifting his head that he was the representative of the Chinese security company.

This stretch of the road was neither long nor short, but the crucial problem was that their car had run out of fuel, and there were no other means of transport nearby. That was truly a headache.

After Qiu Yangsheng finished explaining, he gripped the broom handle with both hands, raised it high above his head as if lifting a mountain-splitting axe, and then brought it crashing down.

As soon as that thought arose, his offensive also slowed. Under the pull of qi, An Yi and the others, whose attacks were already overwhelming, immediately managed to injure their opponent.

“Sorry, Host. I can’t check it right now.” At first, Li Changlin had thought Ling’er would certainly agree to his request immediately.

“Heh, you two know how formidable my West Manor is now, don’t you? You know how powerful Lord Tang Yi is now, don’t you? Let’s see if you still dare refuse to give me face in the future.” Liu Cangsong said smugly, as though the impressive one were not Tang Yi, but himself.

“Remember this: man can conquer heaven.” The angel smiled at him, then turned her gaze toward the hellscape ahead.

They could not possibly keep the other gods waiting while he stood here discussing the matter of having a son with All-Seeing and Swift Hearing, could they?

Besides, since Tang Yi had already said as much, what else could he do? He could hardly force Tang Yi to choose. If the man looked down on them, what could be done?