Volume One, Chapter 52: Your Daughter Is a Criminal—I'll Report You

The chief attendant patiently examined the ticket in her hand, moistening her finger slightly before rubbing it across the surface, causing the ink to blur and spread. Gu Huaiyan, his expression calm as ever, held his cup and furrowed his brows slightly; for some reason, deep down, he felt that exchanging one’s freedom for a new identity was hardly unusual.

“This fellow isn’t bothering to seek out the Xiongcheng Special Operations Team—what’s he planning to do, just loitering around?” With the bait unmoving, the fisherman grew anxious; he certainly didn’t want the Xiongcheng team to sit comfortably in some safe location until the six-month deadline passed and they returned home unscathed. That scenario would tilt the balance sharply against the Kamikaze Commandos.

San Pangzi stood six feet tall and weighed just as much—one hundred eighty pounds, ex-military, powerful and robust, with thick limbs; there was simply no way I could best him in a fight.

Leaving aside students who were still far from being actual combatants, let me, as a professional, tell you about the design market conditions at the Nantong Home Textile Design Market.

Lin Yu patted Yun Qinyan, signaling her to sit properly, but she refused, settling herself on his lap and leaning into his arms instead. Lin Yu chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist.

I breathed a sigh of relief; these two stubborn souls, if their conflict wasn’t resolved, would surely clash sooner or later.

Almost simultaneously, the blow dealt by the Ugly Crone just before leaving the Overcast Rain took effect, causing the ship’s main sail to break as expected.

He casually took a glass of red wine from a waiter’s tray and sat on a nearby sofa, sipping and observing those around him.

Wherever Xia Han was involved, the Clean Plate Campaign was never just empty words. As usual, Xia Han devoured everything in sight, leaving not a single dish untouched.

As soon as Li Jue stepped forward, his presence was leagues above Zhang Yan and the others; anyone with a discerning eye could see he was a force to be reckoned with.

Such a turn of events would not only be unacceptable to Su Yu and the wild girl, but would also shock the gathered dignitaries and journalists; tomorrow’s tabloid headlines would no longer be about the promotional event for Shichen Weipin.

Meanwhile, Long Qiuyue, Yu Hualong, Hong Yu, and the others all seemed to have their hearts unsettled by the rhythm beneath Di Yi’s feet, their faces growing noticeably pale.

He was determined to see just how intense the flames here could become, how far he could proceed, and whether there remained any chance of finding a clue to escape this place.

Lin Nian didn’t dwell on it. In truth, the situation in the Orc Empire was dire, and it was not yet time to reveal all the cards. Lin Nian was convinced his future opponent also held hands that would force him into difficult choices.

Indeed, the slave market was not a closed system, so many people could see what transpired. In this city, perhaps the slave traders didn’t know him, but many others were well acquainted with that child.

A wedding is a legal or religious ceremony celebrating the beginning of a marriage.

“I haven’t agreed to meet that show-off for you yet, and you should know, given our current situation, it’s very risky to meet a stranger in private,” Yang Di said, rolling his eyes.

Since the flashlight I stole over a decade ago worked in the dark but not in the old school building, might a phone that doesn’t work in darkness perhaps be able to light up inside the schoolhouse?

Witnessing this, the elegantly dressed elder at the sidelines narrowed his eyes sharply. He glanced down at Huo Wu, whose gaze was clouded; he seemed about to speak, but in the end, remained silent.

In a fleeting moment, Mu Mu had already closed in, blade raised to strike—then came a scream, sharp and sudden. The clock struck three.