Chapter 22: Do Even Packs of Wolves Dare to Provoke Me Now?

Atop the peak stands a stone tablet inscribed with the characters for "Yandang." The calligraphy is masterful, with strokes like golden hooks and silver brushes, exuding a ethereal aura as if detached from the mundane world.

At noon that day, Gan Hui chose to make camp early to conduct another muster of his troops. Contrary to his usual habits, his trusted aides were strict with his core loyalists during the inspection, while merely going through the motions with the surrendered soldiers.

Facing this "bunch of good-for-nothings" under his command, the director wore an expression of disappointment, frustrated by their lack of resolve.

Chang Jing was an intelligent woman; she understood these implications, making the probability of her betrayal virtually zero.

Yet, could Liu Xiaodie, having dealt with Indis countless times, truly believe what she said so easily?

He could not help but recall the early days of their marriage, when, having not yet found employment, he was forced to rely constantly on his family for support.

The weather had not been this cold only days prior, but for some reason, the temperature had plummeted since yesterday. The massive army led by Ye Qing was on high alert, repeatedly dispatching cavalry to patrol nearly a hundred miles along the Yellow River to watch for signs of freezing.

It was unclear which corrupt official had raised such a thug, but it was proving remarkably effective at this moment. Just now, it had trampled three of the princess's guards to death and seized control of the camp.

Ever since that day, the gates of the Ye residence had never opened for her. Whether she passed by intentionally or inadvertently, those gates remained exactly as they had been.

Ignoring Zhang Guorong, Chen Jiao opened box after box, finding not only coats but a variety of other fur goods inside.

Walking along the street, Mu Yun found his feet sinking into thick, congealed blood. He occasionally stepped on pieces of viscera; shattered corpses were everywhere, and not just on the streets—the houses on either side were also drenched in gore.

"All the secrets of the Centaurs, so this archaeological achievement belongs to you all as well?" Zhang Shan frowned.

Having hung up the phone, he felt his tone had been too harsh. After some thought, he decided to put on a disguise and go to see her.

Explosives possess terrifying destructive power and a level of threat that is truly unparalleled in the civilian world.

"D-d-don't," Li Ao wheezed, struggling to speak. "Don't even think about it." It took him a long time to stammer out the two words. His eyes were unfocused and dim; he looked to be at death's door, his hair and temples soaked through with sweat.

"Who I am is not important. What matters is that it is time for us to settle this, don't you agree?" He unleashed a torrent of flame onto the frozen ground.

Consequently, Echizen could only curse his luck, lament the overwhelming force of the plot, and pay the bill himself.

As for Yuan Xuan, she lay limp across Lin Yuhan’s waist, unconscious and gasping for air, her complexion ghastly.

The British Free Army camp, led by Cromwell, consisted mostly of the new gentry, the bourgeoisie, urban commoners, artisans, freeholding farmers, and employees of state-owned farms, pastures, and enterprises controlled by the Liberal Party. They were Protestants and the staunchest supporters of Parliament.

Just as Jin Yu’s mind was racing with a thousand thoughts, the other person seemed to sense her gaze. He looked up, seemingly by chance, and locked eyes with her for a brief moment before shifting his gaze away, indifferent.

He was still bleeding; his entire front was stained crimson. She, too, was covered in blood.

Ren Hai suddenly grew anxious; in the wilderness, the greatest dangers are often those created by humans themselves.

After Xu Zhiheng left, Huyan Jin gave the shopkeeper two banknotes, instructing him to keep Mr. Wu hidden and to arrange his departure later.

While they talked, Tuan Ze led Mo Fengwu back to the stone palace in the Land of Past Realms, winding through various paths until they reached an unfamiliar hall.

Just as Ren Hai and his companions were chatting along the way, a voice rang out from behind them.

After more than a year of development, every territory they had conquered was secure. Their production lines were even more efficient than those of humans—humans are driven by emotion and cannot achieve the uniform precision of clones.

Black smoke suddenly rose from Yang Fan’s entire body. His clothes were instantly corroded away, and his skin began to break down into patches of irregular, rotting flesh.

The so-called Three Realms were those of humans, spirits, and demons. However, Mo Fengwu did not know the specifics, only that the outcome of the war in the Spirit Valley of the Three Realms had profound implications for every world.

Yuanshan insisted on driving her home, but Leng Yue refused, saying she wanted to walk for the exercise. They had no choice but to say their goodbyes there, parting reluctantly.

To be honest, as someone who had grown up under the Five-Starred Red Flag, he truly could not accept the idea of buying and selling people like merchandise.

"Summon"—there was an inexplicably suggestive undertone to the word. Yet, one of them was the notorious "Zero," and the other was the former head of the Central Bureau of Management. Even as those present speculated wildly, no one dared to show it on their faces.

Zhao Zhen had designs on the Imperial City Bureau, but the eunuch Liang Shicheng, who was closest to Zhao Zhen, had already reached the pinnacle of power. No matter how foolish Zhao Ji was, he would not hand the authority of the Imperial City Bureau over to Liang Shicheng.

"Do you want to become stronger that much?" Xu Qiansu asked, his hands in his pockets, the evening breeze cooling his face.

After the Wolf Team took a one-point lead thanks to a beautiful stop-and-jump shot by Luo Long, a minute passed and the second quarter came to an end.