Chapter Forty: Appraisal

There are six private institutions in the city capable of comparing DNA sequences, all of which Yan Ming had already investigated.

None of them were in Ba County.

Therefore, if Yang Yongli wanted to verify the authenticity of that hair, he had no choice but to come to the city.

At 8:00 a.m., Yan Ming chose a relatively affordable testing facility and sat in an internet cafe directly across the street, monitoring the entrance with binoculars.

At 10:00 a.m., a colleague from the Hongda Agency called, but Yan Ming did not answer. Shortly after, his supervisor called, and Yan Ming ignored that as well, though he sent a text message saying he would return once he finished his business and asked the supervisor not to worry.

At 11:00 a.m., several calls from an unknown number came in within a minute. Yan Ming ignored them all, suspecting they were from Sister Hua.

The words of Wuchu were full of mystery; he had chosen to use the term "persuasion." Even if the head of the Golden Buddha Temple had forced the abbot of the Wisdom Hall to step down, he would not have leaked such information so directly.

All the rituals for crowning the Emperor and Empress had concluded, but the ceremony itself was far from over.

To be honest, up until now, I have rarely asked her to take action, and I still do not know exactly how powerful her illusions are.

"So, you're a mute after all." Jiang Feng shook his head and turned to continue his journey; there were still five hundred miles to go.

Furthermore, Liu Yihua dared not seize territory on the Chinese mainland, but Taiwan had to be occupied in advance. However, Liu Yihua would conquer parts of Russian territory for the "People's Republic of China" to compensate for the island of Taiwan.

This time, with such close reinforcements, what was there to fear? Besides, I heard that many of Shishio Makoto's associates had been captured; after all, there are very few people who possess equal measures of martial prowess and intellect. Moreover, in Shishio's group, aside from that pretty boy I fought, there were few who could actually fight.

"Everyone, get ready. Move the landing vehicles out and transport our equipment!" Inside the cargo hold, a commander began directing the soldiers preparing for landing, and massive trucks were driven out, their cargo containers carrying the components needed to assemble the universal factory.

"What is this?" I sniffed it; the chocolate had no aroma at all.

The young and beautiful Dantai Ling, the calm-faced Fang Chenyue, and the detached Chen Mo—of the three, Dantai Ling was the most joyful. Chen Mo and Fang Chenyue remained silent, simply because talking against the headwind was exhausting. They were waiting, waiting until they reached Jiangbei City or until the next time they stopped.

Everyone present was a sly old fox. Seeing Li Zhi's extraordinary eloquence and refined temperament, and noting how she didn't show the slightest hint of nervousness in such a setting, but rather appeared perfectly at ease, they knew her background was anything but simple.

It is indeed not easy to integrate into elite social circles, especially those of aristocratic families, where one is surrounded only by those of the same status.

Nie Rong’s Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed; he seemed unable to bear it any longer, yet he dared not interrupt their conversation.

Tang Lian snapped out of her despair and gloom, staring at her in shock, a flush slowly creeping onto her face—a mix of shame and resentment.

Many in the village lived together without splitting the household. Once the elders heard what their sons had said, they immediately gathered all the children together, hoping they, too, would receive subsidies just like Dundun and his mother.

Waking up naturally without needing to get up for filming or rushing to appointments was something Huo Mingjie had not experienced in a very long time.

Although she didn't know the reason, Shi Xin wanted to get involved and recoup the incense she had lost from purchasing the corpses amidst this chaotic brawl.

Her fans loved her more deeply with each passing day, and passersby were also moved by her character—both tough and gentle, transparent and open-minded—and became fans themselves.

Tan Jiuzhou had already changed out of his suit into loungewear. He held a glass of warm milk and handed it to her.

Wan Jianfeng walked in swaggering, holding two grilled fish in one hand. Each fish was skewered on a wooden stick, grilled to perfection—crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Never mind that the two of them hadn't eaten yet; even if they had just finished a feast of delicacies, the aroma of the fish would have stirred their appetites, making them want to eat ten or eight of them.

After this explanation, those people felt a bit more at ease. They had met Li Ming in several bureaus and had drank with him before; he was usually the type who knew how to act appropriately.