Volume One, Chapter 38: Seeking Help

The two hurriedly stifled their laughter; one buried their face in Jun Ziyu’s shoulder, while the other turned beet red, their chins puffing out into multiple layers.

"Found them, and they are approaching rapidly!" Jessica wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The red-faced elder was struck by the horse-faced elder, letting out a miserable cry as he was jolted awake on the spot by the impact.

However, one conclusion drawn by the intelligence department was that Yu Zhiqian possessed his own early-warning radar; rashly dispatching bombers might lead to certain losses.

In the eyes of Hua Yinhu, the smile on Lin Mu’s face was even more terrifying than a devil’s.

"First, gather all the Mexican soldiers and see how many there are!" Yu Zhiqian pondered for a moment. It wouldn't be ideal to release them immediately; it was better to assemble all the captives first to count them.

"Sir, what should we do?" After reading the report, Xie Jinyuan thought for a while but couldn't come up with a good solution. After all, the Chinese army had little experience dealing with the enemy's tanks, just as most countries in the world at the time lacked anti-armor experience.

To Lin Mu’s delight, the Thunderstorm Lightning Technique and the Overlord Sky-Piercing Strike fused together easily this time, resulting in immense power.

In the city of Windhoek, Falcao gathered his subordinates for a brief meeting. This concentration of forces was not for suppressing a rebellion, but primarily to flex his muscles and let certain people in the country know the extent of his power.

One could say this grandson was still afraid; despite his tough talk, he was likely trembling inwardly after such an incident.

Chen Gong wanted to stop him upon hearing this, but realizing that if the matter were true, it would indeed be an opportunity, he nodded in agreement.

Reinforcements had arrived, and the hearts of the high-ranking officials in Yanlong City finally felt a little more at ease.

Liu Yi was handed over to the local police. He neither resisted nor spoke, engaging in a video call with the Jianghai City police from within the local station.

There were indeed many good items that could be exchanged for fourth-tier armor and weapons, though they were not cheap. Yang Xu chose a suit of pitch-black leather armor and two pieces of inner armor—the best he could afford.

Two days later, Lu Li and his party were poised for action outside Puyang City. He had already arranged for soldiers to disguise themselves as the Black Mountain Army while ordering the main force to retreat.

Liu Yi sneered inwardly, never expecting this code segment to lecture him about dignity. He simply lay down on the ground and held up his index finger.

Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. With the help of the flash, Liu Yi could see the corpse lying at his feet, riddled with bullet holes and bleeding profusely.

Seeing that Que Xuan was dead, Tao Qian walked up to the body and drew his sword, hacking at it in a fit of rage.

The whispering in the darkness vanished. The shadow took advantage of the night to detach itself from the man and rapidly approached the security guard.

Xia Hou-dun paced back and forth in his mansion, weighing the pros and cons. At this time, the counties of Yanzhou were vying to rise up against Cao, and the wealthy clans within Puyang City also harbored rebellious intentions; if he hadn’t been stationed here, they would likely have revolted long ago. If he dispatched troops to support Juancheng now, Puyang would be difficult to defend, regardless of whether the enemy attacked.

The next day, I met Shen Ningmeng as promised. She looked even more beautiful than on television, though she was not fond of talking, merely nodding to acknowledge me.

The entire private courtyard was so vast it seemed endless, yet it lacked nothing of what he had described: the garden, the artificial lake, the swings, and the octagonal pavilion.

Similarly, the force of my body’s counter-shock surged along Zhao Zun’s fist, vibrating into his arm and pushing him away.

When she emerged, she was quite excited to see that her body had been retrieved from the ice.

On the way back after leaving the ancient tomb, my second uncle told me that this was a Yin Dragon Tomb. The underworld was much larger than I had imagined, and while such tombs were rare, they were not unique; beginner Yin-masters had to start their training with a Yin Dragon Tomb.

It was supposed to be a feast for the hooligans, but in less than three seconds, they were either groaning on the ground or knocked unconscious, and without exception, their testicles had been crushed.

By now, it was past six o'clock, and the sky was slowly darkening. There were even fewer people at the Xinhe Farm.

I was just about to step forward to test it when I suddenly felt a lethal crisis pressing in on me from all directions. It felt as if taking that step would plunge me into hell, and even if a master were within arm's reach, there would be no saving me.

Looking at the three playing cards in front of me, I knew they certainly weren't three Aces. I didn't immediately pick them up, and Red-Nose pretended to be indifferent, though the corners of his eyes remained fixed on me.

"It’s fine, I’ll pay for you. You can return the money to me later," Gao Cang said, his expression inscrutable.

"Alright, let’s end this matter here. Also, don’t worry about the Wolf Fang; they won’t trouble you," Ye Tianyu said calmly. After all, Ding Yamo had been an undercover agent for the Wolf Fang, underwent their training, and was sent back to the Ministry of State Security by them.

The two pulling at each other drew further discussion in the coffee shop, but Yan Youran stubbornly refused to let go.

The Marquis hurriedly dodged, but from the magic power that flew past him, he could tell that Ling Xin’s power was definitely not inferior to his own at this moment.

Da Niu rose and performed a grand salute to Yue Fei, who hurriedly helped him up. Yue Fei planned to announce Da Niu’s inclusion into the Yue Family Army at the banquet that night.

Leng Yue looked sheepishly at Feng Qiye’s angry face, a flash of dark red seemingly crossing it. Her playful mood intensified as she sized him up; could it be that he had never had such an experience?

Gu Lian’s palms were ice-cold, her expression blank, and her eyes devoid of life in the dim light of the street lamp, reflecting not a glimmer of radiance.

But observing from such a close distance, Zanke realized that rather than a flower about to bloom, it was more like a hungry maw craving to devour life.

"He must have his own reasons. Think carefully about the AM matter; He Yongtai is no pushover. The He family’s power has reached its peak in his generation," Uncle Feng warned.

Holding onto the hope of an immediate response, Chen Xing hurriedly sent a text message warning Gu Lian not to go anywhere. Naturally, Gu Lian didn't even answer her phone, let alone reply to the text.