Volume 1 Chapter 25: Beaten to Death?

Those people had indeed taken advantage of the mistress being bedridden with illness to help themselves to her belongings. Nearly half of the items listed in the ledger were missing.

"My lady, look, this military camp is full of rough men. Don't you think you should... should cover your face?" He spoke nonchalantly, as if asking if she had eaten her fill, while actually keeping a close watch on his beautiful wife's expression.

Babao tapped away rapidly, searching for photos and identifying several potential targets based on the man's physical features.

As for Liu Mengyao, it was no surprise that she was no match for her opponent; all she could do was dodge and defend, with no hope of mounting an attack.

"Do you still not see the gap between us?" it said indifferently, while casually evading one attack after another from Yun Feiyu.

"Liu Yaoxi" knew that dragging this out was not a solution. He could only pray silently in his heart. "Liu Yaoxi" chose to shift his body, slowly turning his head away.

Knowing his father's character and his evasive manner, he was certain this object belonged to Xiao Mo. What his grandmother said before she passed away was definitely not what Xiao Qingyuan had claimed.

His gaze shifted back to the man lying on the ground, only to see that his mangled, bloodied limbs were beginning to undergo a change.

"Master, it is right here." The water droplet, which was the incarnation of the Spirit Spring Baby, stopped, its voice sounding clearly delighted.

Chen Haoran gripped the long saber tightly, channeling his spiritual energy into it until the silver-white blade turned a reddish-brown.

Yin Jie's groin kick was no idle boast; having undergone specialized training, it was said that a single strike could kill an elephant.

By shifting assets slightly within the group and squeezing funds from various departments, 200 million in capital was secured within a week.

Furthermore, Hu Jintian had become addicted to drugs a year ago, with annual expenses reaching millions.

She harassed Yan Zheng time and again until one day he finally lost his patience. It just so happened that he had been scolded by his father, Yan Wuchang, that day, and she had walked right into the line of fire.

The vanguard soldiers, having regained their senses, pulled their triggers and unleashed a barrage of fire at the suddenly appearing insects. The defensive power of the Hydralisks was quite remarkable, and the assault rifles clearly had little effect on them.

The next day, representatives from all the well-known societies in Hong Kong—Donghe, Hongping, Old K, the Red Society, the Green Society, the Japanese-affiliated Xingye Society, and the Korean Mighty Eagle Society—all sent envoys to inquire about Lin Zhenfeng's injuries.

"You're right, we can't just go over like this. I know you probably don't have many spirit stones or such items left, do you?" Zhan Jing asked, looking at Chen Hao.

On the 53rd floor of the Washington Common Building in Seattle, on the U.S. West Coast, inside an office in front of a massive circular glass window.

"That won't happen. You are my life; how could I abandon you? Don't let your imagination run wild," Wei Qilang replied.

After the episode with the bald black man, no one in the lounge dared to underestimate Xiao Feng again. Subconsciously, everyone had already marked him as a potential rival.

When someone rushed inside, the others became nervous and instinctively moved to intercept. A chaotic brawl broke out on the spot.

As a fellow cultivator who had attained the Dao, Zhu Tianpeng was certainly not afraid of threats from the likes of Young Master Ji, and she was not worried about it.

With a loud "thud," the entire wall was knocked down by Zhu Tianpeng, and Old Zhu quickly escaped through the gap.

The yamen runner replied, "Understood, Village Master, I'll go fetch the servants right away." With that, the runner straightened his back, glanced around, saw the yamen soldiers standing to the south, smiled at one of them, and walked toward him.

The way she called out "Mom" was extremely natural, without a hint of distance or awkwardness, making Luo Sumei's expression turn incredibly vivid.

However, sighs aside, Sha Lang felt more relief and joy. They had misunderstood Fu Xizao so much in the past; after returning this time, he was determined to clear Fu Xi's name properly.

After leaving the students' quarters, Fu Xi looked up at the crescent moon half-hidden by dark clouds and let out a soft sigh.

Leaving the municipal bureau, Xiao Feng dived into the backseat of the car and fell into a deep sleep.

Upon learning that the head of the Iron Fist Hall had been defeated, Zhou Wei rushed over immediately. Seeing the tragic and disheveled state of Zhou Yuankai and his son, he was both furious and enraged.

As time passed, the process of forging the Taoist sword proved incredibly arduous. It could not be interrupted; one break and all efforts would be in vain, destroyed in an instant. A day had passed, and Wang Yun had entered a state of self-forgetfulness, neglecting food and sleep, deeply immersed and unable to pull himself away.

Su Yang really knew how to pick a spot, choosing a bustling pedestrian street in the most crowded film studio city.

After everyone finished their meal and rested for a while, they went about their business. By the afternoon, the damage report was tallied. Cui Daoshu summoned the key members of the eldest branch for a meeting, and the brothers all attended.

Looking at Meng Heng, covered in blood, Meng Yuan felt a flicker of emotion and hesitated.

"Yes." Mu Li nodded decisively. The Wind God Academy was a place where geniuses gathered; what young talent wouldn't want to enter the academy to cultivate and achieve greater growth?

The Chu family had lost their True Master, which meant they had lost their foundation and backing, and could no longer manage such a large operation in Jiangbei.

Cao Deshun grinned foolishly in his fantasies. Na Zhe felt secretly smug; with a bit of smooth talking, he had successfully duped Cao Deshun, binding the Cao family to the chariot of the Seven Seas Company, and Cao Deshun was perfectly willing.

"I say, Auntie Muya, what on earth is the matter with you?" Looking at Muya's ice-cold face with a helpless expression, Mu Li gave a bitter smile.

During the time Wen Yi was away, he had always hoped for the day she would return. He never expected that when she finally came back, he wouldn't be able to offer her a peaceful life, but rather this chaotic situation, forcing her to labor and worry on his behalf.