Chapter 133: A Brilliant Plot Twist

Looking down from this vantage point, the view was indeed magnificent.

Soon, a rumble of wheels announced the arrival of a prisoner cart at East Mound Plaza. A female cultivator wearing an iron helmet was escorted down, her hands and feet shackled in heavy chains—none other than the infamous...

This was certainly not good news. After pondering for a moment, Du Kai realized there was no alternative balancing method; he had to make a compromise. He called Gong Shi and truthfully informed her that something urgent had come up and he would not be able to keep their appointment as scheduled.

Since the only people who had treated Chu Yan were Dr. Zhu and the senior hospital administration, the confidentiality measures had been executed flawlessly.

"Our company has prepared ten million, and combined with your eight million, we will definitely be able to produce a top-tier television series," Wang Dahong said happily.

Take a country like the Red Dragon Nation for instance; despite its developed economy, its military modernization lagged behind, falling short of their own nation's military might. Moreover, as long as Gong Shi remained in the country, Du Kai would be the person best equipped to protect her.

Hearing this, Robin couldn't help but freeze in astonishment. He hadn't expected that this ferocious-looking, intimidating big gray wolf was actually a complete coward. Before he had even drawn near, the beast had already started begging for mercy.

The Rakshasa Princess took the banana leaf fan, turned to face the direction of the Tushita Palace, knelt down and kowtowed several times to express her gratitude to Lord Laozi, needless to say.

Zhang Tianyi instructed the steward to lead the men into the village to carry out their tasks first, while he followed the platoon leader toward the blockhouse. Butterfly and the two maidservants headed toward the large tree on the south side of the blockhouse. Pockmarked Wang and the intelligence agents stayed at the checkpoint, smoking cigarettes with the puppet army platoon leader.

Xiao Han began to understand. Perhaps, in order to maintain a facade of grandeur, the Jade Emperor had consumed vast quantities of elixirs to cultivate such a massive force of heavenly soldiers and generals at or above the True Immortal realm. Yet precisely because of this, their actual combat strength was far inferior to that of cultivators who had advanced to the True Immortal realm step by step through genuine cultivation.

Fortunately, although this NPC struck ruthlessly, he couldn't kill him outright; he was merely reduced to a state of exhaustion, temporarily unable to move.

"Xishen?" Huangfu Xishen lightly traced her cheek with his fingers, then used his index finger to tilt her chin upward as he gave a sidelong, provocative call.

Yan Xi was naturally satisfied. At that moment, she felt exceptionally imposing, formidable, and domineering! Just like a secret agent in a blockbuster movie—the sensation simply couldn't be better.

Even now with Huangfu Xishen by her side, he still gave her such a sweet feeling; whenever she saw him smile, her heart bloomed like flowers in spring.

Having stepped out of the vehicle, Yan Chen hurried to a high ground under Ji Yuhan's direction, setting up an overwatch vantage point and acting as a lookout.

Perhaps due to having too much to drink, Yan Xi's utterance of "Let me go" lacked its usual firmness, sounding instead like a spoiled plea tinged with tears, utterly alluring.

Qin Xing strode forward, leaped into the air, and brought his hoe down hard onto the wild boar's head. The beast staggered, while Qin Xing nimbly leaped backward to evade. Though plump, the wild boar was agile, and for a moment it seemed even more enraged by Qin Xing's attack. It whirled around and charged straight at Qin Xing, driving right toward the hoe in his hands.

Rong Lin didn't believe for a second that these guys—who loved grueling physical training, tanned as dark as Africans, with muscles as bulging as bodybuilders—would willingly remain at peace. They were biding their time, waiting for the prime opportunity, just like during the Second Ninja War, ready to plunge a merciless dagger into the Earth Country at the most crucial moment.

Perhaps modern young people simply didn't care for such traditional eateries, as business here appeared quite desolate.

By this point, Qin Xing had basically grasped the situation. This fellow Buli must be a transmigrator just like him! He crossed his legs and sat down on the ground, continuing to listen to the old village chief's narrative.