Volume One, Chapter 44: Truly Killing the Person and Destroying the Heart

"What's up?"

Although I already knew roughly what Ah Long wanted to talk to me about when he called me out, I still asked anyway, because what I thought was always just my own perspective.

"Dongzi, I've calculated it for you. Around the fifteenth of this month, you'll get a little over three hundred thousand in salary."

I nodded, and Ah Long continued, "Just give me twenty-five thousand first, that shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Knowing my situation, he quickly added, "If you're in a rush to pay off your debts, twenty thousand is fine too!"

To this, I didn't reply directly. Instead, I countered, "Are you sure twenty-five thousand is enough to get the peripheral betting ring off the ground?"

The difference between the two figures was only five thousand. Once upon a time, that was a huge sum of money to me, but now...

Ao Xue looked speechlessly at her direct supervisor. With the two of them working together for years, this director was more like an elder sister and close family, and they got along exceptionally well.

Yan Le slowly practiced dividing his spiritual consciousness. At first, he merely focused his mental energy to sweep across the battle formations of the first and second groups respectively, then tried to split it in two—half watching the first group's side, and the other half scanning the second group's direction.

That period of time was terrible for me, truly awful. I hated my mother to the core; I couldn't understand why she gave birth to a monster like me, only to abandon my father and me immediately after, walking away without a care in the world.

Ao Xue looked at the TV and prepared to tidy up and go to sleep. Just as she stepped out of the bathroom, the phone rang.

The singing was gentle yet enchanting, resembling a spring breeze carrying morning dew blowing right into one's face, tender and intoxicating.

For the past decade or so, he had lived a relatively law-abiding life. However, Constable Tu knew a thing or two about the things happening around Chief Dart-Thrower Lu.

"You should still call me Manager Ouyang," Kuai said coldly, not even sparing her the corner of his eye.

Yun Jun watched Rin walk inside, her face flushing as if a drop of water could squeeze out of it, even the hand holding her phone trembling slightly. She felt this was the most nervous she had ever been in her life.

"And this ginger-apple scone..." Su Yi introduced the dessert to Madam Nangong with utmost enthusiasm while handing it over to her.

Zhe San was also a man who valued loyalty. Despite their past grievances, knowing that Zhao Xiaochen was a good man, he rushed forward headfirst without a second thought. Just as both sides were about to come to blows, White Impermanence suddenly spoke up.

"Failing to win is not terrifying, but you shouldn't let yourselves be frightened out of your wits by the enemy's strength or lose your faith in battle. You've disappointed me far too much," Shen Bailian shook his head and sighed.

"Yin and Yang reverse, the world is turned upside down... The Ninth Scion... So the choice fell upon you..." The murmuring voice echoed within the subterranean space, carrying a certain mental fluctuation.

After bidding farewell to Zhao Gongming, Zheng Hu returned the way he came. Before he even had time to warm his seat, he received word that Jiafu had come to pay a visit.

This was the advantage of possessing martial might. If negotiations broke down verbally and you wanted to fight me, we would simply see whose fists were harder.

Comparatively speaking, the dungeon was not only harsh in its environment but also notorious for rampant lynch law. After all, the deeper one went down, the more common things became that normal laws simply couldn't reach.

At this very moment, the old man's white hair danced wildly in the vast sky, and his ashen eyes shot out a gleam of golden light akin to a blazing sun.

Hearing this, Old Madam Meng rose and followed Pei'er out of the room. Reaching the doorway, she paused and cast a glance at the young man kneeling to the left of the entrance, asking a question.

"Very well. Xuanqing, accompany your master to Xuanmiao Guan; there are some matters I must instruct Huaichong to handle." Master Wu Jiu called out to Zhang Xuanqing and hurriedly prepared to enter the city.

After turning two corners, the stench of burning made Liu Li tightly cover her mouth and nose.

With three heads and six arms, he maintained his bloodline manifestation state. His concentration was extremely high, and his perception constantly scanned his surroundings. The moment the War Berserker showed his head, he would unleash his full power to trap him there.

And if they went along with Ding Yan, regardless of anything else, they needed to consider Ding Yan's status. Therefore, following Ding Yan was currently the best possible course of action.

A slight sound of pain escaped, accompanied by the man's heavy breathing. Two bodies intertwined like a pair of lingering fish in water, freely shedding sweat upon the bed.

Qin Aofeng was still burning with anger. Seeing Xiaotian extend her hand, she gently dodged it. Seeing this, Xiaotian grabbed Qin Aofeng's hand and forcefully tried to pull it apart.

She loved to paint, but she hadn't painted in a long time... It seemed that ever since her parents' accident, she had never been able to settle her mind. Tonight, however, she suddenly felt an urge to quiet her heart.

"This... this..." Jing Yuehong wasn't particularly eloquent to begin with, especially when faced with such a question, not knowing whether she should tell the truth or lie.

"Ch-chicken feet, are, are you telling the truth?" Cold sweat oozed across Mo Xi's palms as she stared unblinkingly at Peng Yu, her mind racing with unguessable thoughts.

Long Baoxue didn't care about her reaction; a whip-lashing was the ultimate truth. Each lash fell upon Shanya more fiercely than the last. Shanya's continuous attempts to block the whip with her hands failed to stop her screams from echoing throughout the entire room, each shriek more shrill than the preceding one.

"It's nothing." Wanyun smiled at me and replied in a low voice, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes carrying a hint of evasiveness.

This was quite similar to how, after the Bourbon Dynasty was overthrown by the French Revolution, the Parisian nobility scrambled to pledge allegiance, while those who truly fought to the very last moment were aristocratic families from economically underdeveloped regions like Brittany that preserved more traditional values.

Yet, who could blame her? Not only was she a brilliant miracle doctor, but she was also a supernatural being possessing an ancient spatial dimension. As long as she utilized the spiritual energy-infused spring water within her realm alongside her medical skills, she could undoubtedly restore her parents to youthful, healthy appearances and renew them entirely.

Watching Hu Zixiao sink yet another handsome three-pointer, Song Canran felt her eardrums were practically about to burst.

Su He grabbed her hand with all her might, but she was no match for the strength assisted by the wall. Her face turned red with exertion, and the veins on her forehead bulged out.

Seeing that she couldn't get any answers out of her, Ye Shu asked Bai Zhen, who was closest, to escort her back to her room to rest.

Based on the police's assessment, the other party's door was unlocked. It was very likely that the drunkard had forgotten to lock it upon returning home, after which someone broke in.

Martial artists of different levels faced varying numbers of firing mechanisms and different levels of firepower during training.

Ali began a peaceful life on Niujie Street in Zhongdu in the East, yet his homeland—the distant Khwarezm land in the West—remained far from tranquil.

Witnessing the chaos in Xinjiang, Chiang Kai-shek and Wang Jingwei were deeply worried and successively expressed their views on the current situation there.

"What else did you expect? Surely you didn't think I ran over here voluntarily to warm your bed, did you?" Ye Xian rolled his eyes and said.

The Blood Dragon Sword had been gathering momentum all along, and Jiang Zhuofeng dared not launch an attack rashly, because the previous few strikes had only sliced through the flesh at the base of the wings, and the largest bone had just barely been exposed.