Chapter 25: Retribution Comes Swiftly

Wang Village. The five members of Wang Song’s family beamed with joy, surrounding the five hundred-yuan bills in Wang Song’s hands. After struggling for so many days, they had finally gotten the money from Wang Peng—could there be anything more delightful? The third and fourth sisters’ eyes glinted with greed; they were itching to snatch the five hundred yuan and stuff it into their own pockets. "Wang Peng, oh Wang Peng, you know what they say about carrying water in a bamboo basket? That’s exactly what this is!" "You work yourself to the bone, selling melons from dawn till dusk, only to end up making a wedding dress for me? So this is how you pay for my education!" "Don't worry, this is just the beginning. From now on, all the money you earn will be mine to spend." Wang Cheng was ecstatic; the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, his hands clenching into fists inside his sleeves.

With the capabilities and authority of Chu Zihang and Caesar, it was not difficult to investigate the Far North using the nuclear-powered icebreaker YAMAL, and then trace the Twilight Doctrine from there. Another German mathematics expert first gave a rough introduction to what the Twin Prime Conjecture was, then cautiously stated that while proving it was extremely difficult, he still looked forward to seeing what this young man could achieve. Realizing the whole affair was a massive misunderstanding and that he had many pressing matters to attend to, Er Jing exchanged a few brief pleasantries with Wu Xie and led his people away. Xiao Zhentian gritted his teeth and finally took out his phone to begin issuing orders to his family members. In the end, he lived with Xiwang; he became an ordinary man under the spotlight, but he lived a happy life. Xu Qingzhou was lost in thought, head bowed; over these past few days, the feeling that he was about to grasp the truth had become increasingly clear. "Ha, with Master Hua's ability, how could a few sneaky, rat-like scoundrels possibly harm a hair on his head?" Xie Wuwang said with a faint smile.

The operation room was small, only five or six square meters, and aside from the control console, it could barely fit two computers. However, Han Xiao was also critically wounded, dying; not only had he lost an arm and an eye, but his longevity was severely reduced and his Dao foundation damaged, leaving him stuck at the early stage of Foundation Establishment for the rest of his life. Mana was Liu Xing's real younger sister. Because Liu Xing was Mana's only relative in this world, she had valued him above all else from the very beginning. Coupled with Liu Xing's constant care and protection, Mana's adoration for her brother grew stronger with each passing day. "This is a secret that only those who have broken through the Fourth Realm of the Xue family can fully know. I learned of it for certain reasons, but once this is spoken, it’s all over. The officials show no mercy to rogue martial artists who report such things!" Xue Yujun sighed. Although these words were a bit general, they were pearls of wisdom, devoid of any pretense or trickery; yet, many people never understood how much meaning was contained in that simple statement. Oh my, how could such a wonderful thing happen in this world? It’s as if a pie fell from the sky and landed right on my head—the Emperor choosing a son-in-law, and it just happens to be me! Hahaha, hahaha, why is my life so good? Having received the honor of being named the "Best of All Teas" by Shen Xing himself, Chairman Liu and his associates were beaming with joy, nodding repeatedly in agreement with everything Shen Xing said. Unlike them, Shen Xing was most concerned with the trade aspects of the tea, especially the potential for extra revenue from overseas. "Hello, I am Arthur Bolin, it is a pleasure to meet you." Looking at the two men from the Middle Kingdom, Arthur smiled warmly and reached out to shake their hands, introducing himself. Having heard what Hou Fangyu said, he was the first to chime in loudly, inciting everyone to press Shen Xing, fearing he might act timid and refuse to debate. The commoners in the major city-states had not yet understood what was happening when distribution points marked with the Five Dragon Flag of China began handing out free food, salt, and other supplies, while the mansions of the powerful remained eerily silent. Jiang Shou was left alone in the tent; with nothing to do, he began to practice the "Probe" chapter from the second volume of the True Dragon Canon. As he spoke, he had several young women pull back a blue cloth, upon which a crimson dragon was embroidered, soaring through clouds and mist. Below it was a row of bold, heroic, and vigorous black characters: "Yitian City People's Militia." Cang Yang frowned, feeling the boundless chill in the sword aura, and dared not hold anything back. He pushed his Asura Body to its limit, condensing a blood shield behind him once more to counter this most powerful strike from Jiang Huaiyi. Gradually, I felt dizzy from the searing heat of his kisses, slowly giving up my struggle, and gripped his right hand tightly. As the passionate kissing continued, his left hand slipped into my thin lace dress, causing me to let out an involuntary moan. Before long, they calmed down, rested for a little while longer, and then got up to have breakfast. Jiang Shuai suppressed his inner urgency, trying his best to maintain his distance from the car in front. He wondered if anyone would rush to report to Jian Fan before getting off work today; he hoped they wouldn't end up talking until very late.

"You! Say that again!" If he dared to say it one more time, he would definitely be rewarded with a super-invincible "chest-crushing rock" treatment. "Look!" Jin Yexuan pointed into the distance. "He's enjoying his sunbath!" Is that so? I leaned forward, and finally, the silhouette of a handsome man lying under a beach umbrella with sunglasses on came into my view. Jian Yuheng lived in the State Preceptor's mansion, and his life was quite fulfilling every day; if one ignored Ming Li's psychic powers, he was actually a very wise and studious person, and they got along very well. "Because I've been with Yexuan the whole time," Qiqi said coldly, meeting my indifferent gaze. Leng Yun also activated her ultimate ability, "Perfect Finale," firing the first bullet at the Sand Emperor; the massive burst of damage left the Sand Emperor half-dead instantly. The cable car brought Zhao Hui and Li Zhenguo to the bottom of the sand dune; they jumped off, grabbed their bags, and headed to the parking lot. Ren Chuanqing felt as though she had only been falling for a moment when her speed suddenly eased, leaving her hovering in the air. This sensation made her feel instantly comfortable, and she couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. The portals that the coffin passed by had long since had fire braziers lit—partly for the road memorial, and partly to ward off evil spirits. She vaguely discovered that for Buchan, her presence might not be a simple case of imprinting, but that he truly had developed different feelings for her. Sheng Junyi was in no mood; the people he had sent out had not succeeded, and it looked like Sheng Junxing would be the one to profit from the situation in Yunzhou. He already knew they were on their way back. Xue Jiaying had originally thought that if Jiang Feiyi went to the company with her, they would at least have room to negotiate, but as they reached the company entrance, she realized a problem. When Yu Hai learned of the matter, he didn't say anything, but directly helped Yu Qianqian apply for an extended leave of absence, meaning she didn't have to return to class except for necessary school exams. He felt as if his brain had been tied in knots; the fragments of memory he had been clinging to had all become jumbled during the moment of distraction caused by the Governor's interruption. "Do not speak of this again; return to your mansion and reflect on your mistakes." The Emperor immediately cut off Sheng Junxing's words, stood up, and left the Yangxin Hall.