Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Court Convenes

Monday dawned clear and sunny.

Yan Ming had not returned home or to his office the previous day. He knew the eccentric individual would be waiting for him at one of those two places, so he spent the night at a hotel, gathering documentation and drafting his defense until the middle of the night.

At eight in the morning, he left the hotel and went to a colleague’s home to borrow a suit. He washed his face and hair, shaved, and groomed himself until he regained his usual clean-cut appearance. Though he looked a bit thinner, he appeared more spirited, his eyes bright with a new intensity—he was a different man from the dejected figure of the past two days.

Yan Ming knew today was critical; he had to perform at his absolute best.

Today was the court hearing for Grandma Yang’s civil dispute, which had been postponed by a week due to the emergence of new evidence.

Beyond that, even the setting of oil and natural gas prices by the League of Chieftain Nations could instantly alter the valuation of global energy resources, immediately impacting the world's economic development, production, and daily life.

How could Eunuch Shang not be shocked? He had finally managed to accept the death of His Highness, Prince Li, and now, seeing him suddenly appear before him, it was a miracle he hadn't fainted from the shock.

While there are significant individual variations, the resting heart rate of a normal adult averages around 75 beats per minute, typically falling within the range of 60 to 100 beats per minute. This rate can fluctuate based on age, gender, and other physiological factors, but it generally stays within this range.

This was a pain that Chen Xiaoya could never forget, a wound she still couldn't come to terms with even now. It was the sting of being deceived and humiliated—a pain the proud Chen Xiaoya could not tolerate. She felt that in all her years of business, she had never known such failure, to the point of being swindled and then helping the swindler count the money.

"Old man, I believe we should strike while the iron is hot; there is no time to lose. Let us depart at once. Once the treasure is secured, we shall return and hold the grand wedding with Fairy Ye Ting. What do you think, Ancestor?" By the end of his sentence, the shameless old man had even resorted to honorifics, fully casting himself in the role of a junior.

At this moment, Gou Hun from the Desolate God Palace, along with Ah Li and her two dim-witted senior martial brothers, arrived at the scene.

"..." Shen Chunguang desperately wanted to curse, but as she lifted her gaze, she collided directly with Guan Lue’s burning eyes.

Chatting and laughing along the way, Qin Ling drove to Ning Zelan’s private kitchen, and the six of them walked inside together.

"Qingyan, why do you think the Master won't let us torture that old witch? It’s such a rare opportunity; I really don’t want to let it go!" After walking a distance, Qing Feng finally voiced what he had been holding inside.

Back when Jiang Li and Mu Yunyi had tested their skills under his arrangement, their abilities had been neck and neck.

On the other side, Gu Mian and Lu Zheng had finally shaken off the reporters and reached Klaus. Despite his age, Klaus remained dashing and handsome, exuding the heavy charm of a French gentleman, especially his mustache, which was both elegant and endearing.

Lu Qifan indulged her, and they walked along hand in hand. The streetlights stretched their shadows long, their clasped hands resembling a pair of kissing mermaids, tightly intertwined. Gu Mian knew this wasn't appropriate, yet she did not refuse.

"You, go up and take a look." Rizhao waved his hand. The two ninjas behind him nodded, and two black shadows darted out. A sudden explosion rang out, followed by flashes of fire erupting from the ninjas' bodies; they died instantly.

"Can being forced by circumstances justify the reckless taking of lives? Can it be used to shirk the facts of a crime? How can there be someone defending a cold-blooded executioner? It is utterly ridiculous!" Jiang Nan grew more agitated as he spoke, his thin shoulders trembling, his gaze fixed on Mo Zixi like a blade.

Having been a leader his whole life and a business owner for a time, Elder Song had spent his life in the military. Despite being nearly seventy, he still possessed a fiery temper. The whole family was terrified of his history of cerebral hemorrhage and dared not speak out of turn, only glancing at him, unsure whether to ask the caregiver to leave or stay.

The Ghost King’s words were a blatant threat, yet the danger contained within them successfully trapped me in a dilemma.