Chapter 42: Losing Both Money and Affection

Since the policies were not so strict yet, Ji Sisi planned to open a shop first and continue selling the food she had prepared for her previous street stall.
If she could obtain a business license, she would apply for it immediately, and then she could openly and legally run a restaurant.
Having her own storefront proved to be much more convenient indeed. Ji Sisi directly used a large iron wok and placed an even larger steamer on top of it.
In this way, all the steamed buns and rolls she prepared in advance could be kept inside, ready to be served to customers whenever they arrived.

"Brother Xuan, you are still too naive! Do you think the inspector doesn't know? Blocking is worse than guiding! The inspector just turns a blind eye to these things!" Zhou Pinghan explained to He Xuan.

Just at that moment, Fu Qinghe walked out of the room after changing his clothes. It would have been fine if he hadn't opened the door, but the moment he did, Fu Qinghe was startled by the scene before him. Why were there so many people at his bedroom door? It was just a minor incident of falling into the water; did everyone have to come and see him?

The Prime Minister's Estate had married off Nanxiang, who was betrothed to him, to the Crown Prince, and sent over such an ugly woman with ulterior motives instead. This was a complete slap in the face to him.

Jiang Yue said, "Director, be more confident. Drop the word 'impossible'," and then proceeded to tell him the whole story from beginning to end.

Yu Qing's chest heaved up and down, her throat felt painfully choked, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her fingernails dug deep into her palms.

"Someone who was fired by Junshan still dares to look down on my money. Stop bragging," Yu Qing gave her a sidelong glance.

A troop of cavalry crossed the slightly muddy road and galloped toward the huge stone mountain rising from the plain.

"Inspector, we are all insiders here. If you have anything on your mind, just tell us directly!" Huang Nan said, noticing Inspector Shen's worried expression.

At this point, Li Shanchang paused, picked up his teacup, took a leisurely sip, as if testing whether Zhongli could guess whom he was talking about.

Just as the leaders finished their speeches, a middle-aged man in a police uniform, appearing to be around forty years old, stepped up before the students. Introducing himself as Xu Hao, this middle-aged man was the head of the Criminal Psychology Department of the Donglu Municipal Public Security Bureau. Invited by Changhuai University, he had come this time to give a lecture to Zhou Yi and the others.

"What is going on here?" Hua Shangling also believed that a level-ten hero ruin lord, even if it were only an avatar, should not be someone Jiang Hai could blast away.

"How is it? How is it?" Melody quickly hurried over to ask about Shi Juexing's abilities, seizing the chance to escape Wang Wuxian's torment.

Destitina's regret was entirely sincere, but Suleiman IV angrily denounced her as a "hypocritical politician."

However, after repelling the physical Primordial, the Americans made no further moves. Instead, under the pretext that the dimensional gateway in Alaska had been attacked again, they demanded money from various nations and paranormal organizations with an attitude that practically amounted to, "If you don't pay up, I'll let them all in."

Once reaching the second level, any Blue Alliance cultivator at the Great Circle of Nascent Soul could easily kill all five of them.

The strength seemed to drain completely from the Iga upper ninja's body along with the loss of his blood. Yet, using his katana to prop himself up, his body refused to fall. However, the fierce and murderous gleam in his eyes was gradually fading, losing its vitality and spirit.

Just as Reto Boon's red blade was about to sever Jiang Hai's head, a slightly sighing voice echoed from all directions.

"So what if it is? What if it isn't?" The Prince of Anbei stubbornly thrust out his chin and shouted. The Marquis of Yinle and the Lord of the Surname of the State remained silent, only secretly watching Star's reaction, seemingly eager to see how Star would handle the situation.

Influenced by her, several of her fellow disciples grew anxious. Had it not been for Mingji and Minghuo, who remained calm and kept them in check, these people would have run outside to stir up trouble long ago.

"Thug, fat doll, is that the tone you use to speak with your elders?" The Dark Butcher's gaze turned chilling. What he hated most was being called a fat person; Ling Fei's words had undoubtedly struck his most sensitive spot. Therefore, as he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand.