Chapter 39: Someone Wants to Buy the Food Truck

Wang Peng rode his bicycle back to school, instantly becoming the most stylish guy on Yellow River Road. Denim jackets, basketball sneakers, and road bikes were the standard attire for the rebellious youth of 1993, a trend sweeping the entire nation.

He pulled up next to the food cart and waved to Li Fang. "Hey, Sister Fang."

"Oh my!" Li Fang exclaimed. She set aside the story magazine she was holding, her eyes widening as she stared at the road bike and her cousin. "This outfit is so trendy, and this mountain bike—how much did it cost?"

"It’s not a mountain bike, it’s a road bike. It’s all about speed and passion," Wang Peng replied.

"Buying a bike is fine, it makes getting around much easier." Li Fang walked over to her cousin and pointed quietly at the Charade parked by the roadside. "The car..."

Speaking of which, he still felt a bit shy. After all, he was slapping the Xie family in the face right in front of Xie Shu. It wasn't as if Xie Shu wouldn't disagree; after all, Xie Shu was his current backer, wasn't he?

For the Black Armored Heavy Cavalry, this task was a breeze; they were the only ones who could guarantee success without a single flaw.

"It’s fine, I just happened to see a hair accessory earlier that I didn't get a chance to buy yet," Xia Yumo said, furrowing her brows aggrievedly, her voice soft and light.

The two sides exchanged pleasantries. Through their introductions, Zhao Yuyu learned that the young male reporter was named Percy Granger, and the photographer was David Brin.

Clearly, compared to when he hadn't played or scored, his standing in the hearts of Liverpool fans was undergoing a transformation.

Having completed his shot, Zhao Yuyu ignored his unsteady, stumbling body and fixed his gaze on the trajectory of the ball.

The commotion here immediately drew a crowd of onlookers. After all, this house had been empty for a decade or two, and they were quite curious about their new neighbor. Several kind-hearted souls took the initiative to help tidy up.

Qiu Yunbai found it strange. Things had been like this before, but Xia Yumo had never been able to fall asleep like this.

They all sighed in unison, as if they had missed out on an exceptionally good choice, but before they could dwell on it, a sharp, piercing scream rang out.

While an ordinary person would be doing well to think of one solution, Zhu Bo managed to solve many problems with a single move.

Li Meng racked her brain but could find no solution. Using stones to trap monsters for "burn-damage" required someone to lure them. Ranged players could do it themselves, but Li Meng was a warrior-class player with short reach and limited mobility.

Zombie fungus is a type of fungus harvested from corpses that have naturally turned into zombies. Having been nurtured by the corpse aura for a long time, these fungi become items of extreme yin. Furthermore, because they grow on zombies for extended periods, they can be refined to reanimate corpses, but Yin Que had never expected that this zombie fungus could also control living people, turning them into walking corpses.

In an instant, a massive voice erupted from above everyone's heads, descending from the void as if it intended to echo throughout the entire Heavenly Venerate Island.

Xiao Yao roared loudly. He was not a corrupt official of the Ming Dynasty; he didn't have to endure the prelude to such skinning torture.

Zhang Jingjing was furious, pointing at Jiang Xinli, unable to speak. Finally, she cursed, "Just consider it as having been chewed on by a dog." With that, she stormed off in a rage.

Besides Ling Heng, Mo Lang and Ding Xu were also from the capital, so it was easier for them to go home. As for the others, their homes were a bit further away, so they had no choice but to return to the dormitory.

Zhu Qingqing nodded, and she and Barbara dispelled the two barriers. The moment the barriers vanished, two figures immediately sprinted toward them.

The whole world seemed to go quiet, so silent that they could hear each other's shallow breathing.

Palace intrigue has always been the most brutal. When it comes to what one eats or wears, few people would use something given by others without suspicion.

"Yes, they are Yin-Yang Masters belonging to the Yin-Yang Bureau," Father Inoue said. He had already taken off his priestly vestments and changed into civilian clothes; people here shouldn't recognize him.

He wasn't afraid of losing—victory was certain—but the repercussions would be severe. Germany wasn't ready yet; this move of his was merely to test the reactions of neighboring countries.

"But have you thought about it? Yu'er is in the Fuxi Continent, and Zhilou will not give up." Shang whispered a reminder to Moon Lady. Not to mention that Zhilou had carried Yu'er for so long, even he, as a father, would not give up. He could stop Zhilou from going to the Fuxi Continent, but he would certainly go himself.

If Japan lost its heavy metals, it might not suffer a fatal blow because Japan could plunder the occupied territories of China. However, if Japan lost its oil import pipelines, its army might not fall into trouble, but its naval vessels would undoubtedly become scrap metal.

China's own industrial base was limited. To aid China, it could only be done with finished goods; in other words, China did not rely on foreign aid for raw materials. What China lacked were ready-to-use, immediately deployable equipment.

"Mercy and hesitation are a poison!" Xu Yang muttered to himself. The hesitation on his face was cast aside, replaced by calm and coldness.

In any case, he didn't think he could pass the university entrance exam, so he gave up on himself and started spouting nonsense.

The Elf King sighed and looked toward the direction of the Elf Palace. He hoped that this descendant of Pangu could restore the Elf Tribe to its former state.

Hearing Afas's words, Zhang Xing couldn't help but ponder. It seemed the Night Bee Bandit Group had already targeted this army, and if he followed them, he would likely be targeted as well.

"Teacher, the data collection is almost done. Can we please stop? Student Zhang Fei, he..." Ji Nan said.

Upon receiving a firm answer from Uncle Zhang, Xia Molei was instantly consumed by rage, as she believed that all of this was the work of Uncle Zhang, the guard of the back mountain. Now that she knew Uncle Zhang was the biological father of the deceased Zhang Xiaotong from ten years ago, Xia Molei became even more convinced that Uncle Zhang was the mastermind behind everything.

But the leaders present were not easily fooled. They knew Ao Long's wild ambitions well; therefore, everyone chose to remain silent. Only those bought off by Ao Long, like Xing Bing and Chi Gu, enthusiastically supported his proposal.

Red Weasel was a disciple of Blood Red and also from the Northern Border. When Blood Red was traveling through the Northern Border, he had accidentally discovered this talented martial arts prodigy and cultivated him. The Northern Border had now completely changed, becoming a nation of soldiers. It didn't look like preparation for war, but rather, as if they were plotting something else.

Leng Tian had a premonition that this trip to the Far North would certainly involve many unforeseen events happening to him.

The distance between the two sides gradually closed, and both sides could see the other's formation and faces. Upon seeing the hundreds of thousands of reanimated corpses, the three Beast Kings all gasped in unison.

Who would have thought that the dim-witted Yellow Hair would provoke Lin Feng? Wasn't that like a birthday star hanging himself, tired of living? Besides, with the Mad Dragon Gang currently clashing with the Zhe Dragon Gang, there was no need to create a powerful enemy now.