Chapter Forty-Six: Turning Oneself In

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At 2:30 in the afternoon, outside the east gate of Shihao Mall, police lights flickered.
A long police cordon stretched from the entrance all the way to the small plaza.
Yan Ming’s body lay curled up in the center of the cordon, surrounded by detectives, forensic experts, and investigators.
Outside the cordon, many onlookers gathered, pointing and whispering about Yan Ming’s corpse. Witnesses were being taken aside for questioning and to provide statements. The presence of a dead body cast a chilling silence over what had been a bustling mall.
Across the street, a white Buick was parked, inside which sat the three anxious siblings of the Yang family.
Yang Yongli sat in the front seat, chain-smoking without opening the windows, causing thick smoke to linger inside the car.
Yang Yonggui nervously tapped on the car door with restless fingers.
The “Watcher’s” tendency to trigger illness in anyone it glanced at was beyond anyone’s ability to confront head-on, certainly not Xu Hao’s.
He had always thought such scenes only unfolded in the soap operas Tang Yusheng loved to watch, never imagining it would replay in his own life today.
As Zhou Tunan began his questioning, two dark clouds emerged beside him, their swirling black forms towering hundreds of feet high.
Yet, unbeknownst to both men, while they were distracted, the toxin had already begun to take effect silently.

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Then, all of Zhou Tunan’s consciousness fell into silence, merging completely with the star, as if stripped of all awareness and knowledge.
Kobe said nothing but bit the collar of his shirt with an increasingly grim expression, clearly preparing to enter “lone wolf mode.”
All the students at Haicheng High School knew there were two gymnasiums on campus: one old, one new.
Seeing Wang Tian’s curious gaze, Liu Lingshuang smiled. After the renovation, this place was no longer just a store but more of a gathering spot—a place where Wang Tian could discuss art sales with others. This was a good thing for both Wang Tian and herself.
Li Weidong intended to make the most of the last days of sea fishing. The weather in Qizhou was gradually warming; spring was blooming even without facing the sea. Li Weidong’s family was also preparing to return home.
The King of Death took a step forward, instantly unleashing millions of intricate veins of power in the void, arriving before the Supreme Immortal Siyuan in an instant.
Li Yudi, clad in a black trench coat, looked awkwardly at Wu Mo nearby. He hadn’t expected his strength to be so great—to cleave the alloy wall cleanly in two with a single strike.
The mighty Heavenly Origin Battle Saint actually needed a junior to turn around and lend aid. Given Gong Tianlai’s temperament, one could imagine how humiliated he must have felt.
Having just expended immense time and effort to subdue a thousand high-level immortals, the Dan King was already overwhelmed and calling for help.
Within this lay the laws of heaven and earth, the very existence of the “Dao”—in truth, it was the concept of “unwillingness to let go.”
“When the time comes, we’ll see if Chen Yuning still hangs out with the cripple!” Wen Ming said with a cold, sinister smile.

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Scrolling through the explosive comments on Twitter, Ji Qingge casually remarked. She spoke the truth—no matter how skilled a top-tier expert was, they were still just working for capitalists.
“I plan to first turn it into powder, then fuse it with other materials.” If Liu Peng had said this, Teng Han would never have answered. But since the old flame master spoke, Teng Han responded politely.
“Bastard!” The hot-tempered Great Hammer finally raised his thunder hammer, swinging it down fiercely at Ying Zheng.
“I wouldn’t pay ten thousand for this video, not even for a second.” Li Jiansheng shook his head indifferently.
Regret was useless; many stars and entertainment companies were indeed paying attention to Huanyu Entertainment, all waiting for the next opportunity.
Their only criticism of Zhao Zichen was this: his character was flawed; no one invited him to any parties or events.
“What happened to her? Come in and explain.” Mu Cheng sat down, sipped his tea, and asked impatiently. Just mentioning her made him feel irritated.
Qiao Yi stood under the light. His carefully groomed hair seemed to shimmer with a layer of light, making his pale face appear even more ghostly. He looked at He Annian almost pleadingly, hoping to read something from his expression.