Chapter 24: The Dim-Witted Doll Beauty

If the imperial court were to mobilize the Hainan Garrison for war, these two hundred personal retainers would form the core. Supplemented by a varying number of expendable conscripted soldiers, they would constitute a formidable fighting force: the retainers would handle the combat, while the conscripts would manage logistics. This was the basic organizational structure of the Haikou Station.

Human nature is such that, whether for good or bad, once the heart is set on a conclusion, one can always find all sorts of excuses to justify it.

Furthermore, the First Prince’s status was extraordinary, and the Zhao family had no desire to involve themselves in his marriage prospects.

Yet now, while Zimo’s hair remained curly, it seemed to have thinned, losing its former thick, lustrous black sheen.

In the gale, the glass door seemed to be shredded instantly by countless invisible hands, vanishing without a trace. Lu Chen could even hear the wind tearing through the interior, overturning numerous objects in its path.

As for why the young man agreed to change his mask and take a step back, there was a reason for that as well.

After listening, Sang Yun widened her eyes in disbelief. She could not imagine that Zhou Ci had gone to such great lengths to return just to ask her such a trivial question.

A surge of anger flared up within Sun Shilin, but he immediately suppressed it. Of course, he understood what Shangguan Shi was implying, but he understood even better that Lu Fei was starting to dig a pit for Shangguan Shi. This meant the real show was about to begin; he would endure it for now, and soon he would witness Shangguan Shi’s unsightly downfall.

The others in the estate might not have known the Prince’s true temperament, but Lin An, who had served as the head steward for over a decade, knew it all too well.

Suddenly, a bright orb of light let out a sharp whistle, instantly breaking the light-speed barrier and shooting out of the atmosphere at hundreds of times the speed of light.

"Zhang Heng, don't you think our business has been a bit too good lately?" Ou Lu asked while they were eating.

Then, although Song Zhixiao had prepared herself mentally, she still felt a pang of shock at the sight of a house as luxurious and palace-like as this one.

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...the flying shuttle, which meant that the two of them likely wouldn't be able to see each other for the next two months.

At that time, the Xiongnu intended to invade the Western Han Dynasty. Upon hearing this, Emperor Wu of Han was furious and dispatched three thousand Huben guards to intercept them, eventually storming the Xiongnu camp and slaughtering twenty thousand.

Once the work at the Sword Dao Academy was finished for the day, instruction would not begin immediately, just as Yun Yueyao had previously understood.

The result was that Zhang Heng’s attacks continued—palm strikes and punches rained down upon the man, forcing him to retreat step by step. He had no way to counter, no strength to resist, and was completely collapsing under the rhythm of the onslaught.

It was not a matter of how much rice or other goods fans had donated, but rather a benchmark within the industry.

After all, this was the military—a formal establishment. Unlike the loosely managed local squads, every rule was set in stone, allowing no room for transgression or challenge.

Yin Tie certainly wouldn't admit defeat like this. In front of Gu Miaoling and so many comrades, how could he acknowledge failure so easily? With a roar, he lunged forward, unleashing a series of kicks in mid-air. His aura was fierce, as if he possessed the power to sweep across the world as he descended upon Wu Yuan.

His containment ability was effortless, far more powerful than ordinary restraints; a single encounter was enough to suppress everyone so completely that they could not move.

By saving a significant amount on advertising costs, Fang Lun used the minimal budget to establish a relatively well-rounded club.

In any world, as long as it is an era where information flow is underdeveloped, the number of missing persons will spike whenever war breaks out.

Although neither the soul masters nor the Royal Guards made a move, as veterans of many battles, they didn't need to do anything; simply by changing their demeanor, they could emanate vastly different auras.

"Really?" Zhong Weifa excitedly grabbed Xia Ancai’s hand and jumped for joy, his worries swept away. Only by winning on the actual competition stage could he truly find peace of mind.

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"What, didn't think I was still alive, did you, President Chen?" Gan Gen strode toward Lu Mo, his eyes wild and sinister, as if he were a serpent flicking its tongue, ready to strike at any moment.

These holes were not all the same; some had smooth edges, clearly man-made at a glance, while others were filled with claw marks and dog excrement, undoubtedly dug out by wild dogs.

Zhao Hanyue wore a look of sorrow as she gazed at the live-stream comments, her pitiful appearance having a major impact on the audience.

Hearing the tone of the current Emperor of the Canglan Kingdom, which was practically grinding with teeth-gnashing frustration, Li Zetian knew that His Majesty must believe he had been played, which accounted for his current state.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed through Ye Qing’s mind, and his entire body involuntarily emitted rays of golden light.

One of the middle-aged men with snowy white hair shouted. His white hair looked incredibly strange, yet he appeared to be only about forty years old. Ye Qing guessed that his white hair must be related to his cultivation technique.

Local police had no authority to regulate members of the military. Even a private would not be subject to local police control; if he committed an offense, the military would handle the punishment, whether through a court-martial, imprisonment, or execution.

Seeing that Long Wei and the others looked like complete strangers and did not seem to belong to any cultivation sect, the youth did not want to waste time and intended to close the door to avoid guests.

Xianhong, however, shifted from her initial excitement to a profound silence, and before she knew it, she began to sob.

"Come on, man, can you at least help out? You're not even going to kill a low-health monster?" Seeing time slip away second by second, Bu Liaqing was getting agitated.