Chapter 37: Jiang Nian Felt Aggrieved

Meng Yingying laughed. Four months ago, at the villa, she had panicked upon hearing the truth about her father's death, which was why she had believed Jiang Nian's nonsense.

How could someone who cared so deeply for a lowly maid possibly be indifferent to the safety of their own family?

She smiled threateningly and said, "Jiang Nian, since you kept insisting last time that you didn't care about the safety of the Jiang family, how about I start by targeting them first?"

Hearing this, Jiang Nian sighed inwardly. Being pestered by such a stubborn nuisance was truly exhausting.

As for Laufey, the other peak mythical figure on the field who could influence the course of the battle, he had somehow, for reasons unknown, fallen under the influence of Loki’s trickery and was led away from the battlefield.

Zhu Sifang sat before Chi Mingsheng. The dim light of the interrogation room flickered like a dying candle, swaying between them with a faint, creaking sound. Chi Mingsheng kept his head deeply bowed, staring fixedly at his trouser legs with a dull gaze, showing no intention of speaking.

"Jiang Ming, there is more than just one grandmaster coming this time; there are four experts at the late stage of Dark Energy," Xu Xinyue said, looking at Jiang Ming with concern.

"Pop! Pop!" Li Jinghe pulled the trigger twice without the slightest hesitation. Hearing that the pursuers were already closing in, he acted swiftly. Relying on his "absolute precision" sixth sense—a trait developed through his use of drugs—he easily shattered the computer's mainframe. Amidst sparks of electricity and the sound of an explosion, the two quickly fled the scene.

"Does Old Jiang really have such a terrifying side? The more honest a person looks, the more one must be careful not to bully them," Meng Xianglei thought to himself.

Just as Huai Yuanshan stood there awkwardly, unsure of how to break the silence, He Luo recognized at a glance that the person on the other side of the screen was the one nicknamed "Yellow Urine" who always followed Li Pengxin.

He Luo thought to himself that while it was true he had "just arrived in this city," he was still just an ordinary high school student.

Most importantly, this Xu Xinyue was a martial artist; at only twenty-four years old, she had already reached the mid-stage of Internal Energy.

Although ten thousand years had passed, the restrictions within the forbidden area remained, and the teleportation formation was still functional.

Yet, Lin Zetian acted as if he hadn't seen him; his gaze toward Gu Jingchen was tinged with hostility, and a flicker of suspicion crossed his eyes.

"My brother is greedy and loves wealth; at most, he is driven by silver. But yesterday, I felt that Cheng Wu was targeting me, or perhaps he was testing you," Qin Xiaoxiao said eloquently, analyzing the events of the previous day for Lin Xiao.

In particular, the Computer Science and Technology major at Jianghai University saw its graduates commanding starting salaries of three hundred thousand during the internet boom of that era.

"Husband, what has gotten into you today? Why are you spouting such nonsense?" Qin Xiaoxiao looked confused and touched his forehead, thinking he must be ill and delirious.

Mother Tan led them through the streets and alleys, buying yams, duck eggs, smoked chicken... and even managed to find some home-brewed wine at a fellow villager's house.

Wang Erhu showed the dagger to Zhao Liang. Zhao Liang took a look, opened his own field pack, and pulled out an identical one.

Ma Guihua poked Zhao Zhiyin’s head with every sentence she spoke. Zhao Zhiyin was pushed to and fro by her pokes, covering her face and sobbing loudly.

Seeing Zhou Zhe smile without answering, Zhu Ling abandoned her previous imperious court demeanor. She walked straight over to Zhou Zhe and Fan Bing, kicked aside a seat belonging to a dandy, and sat down. She then ordered a fresh set of utensils, began to help herself to the food, and finally let out a sigh.

Timothy said "thank you" with gratitude. He used the nicotine from his cigarette to help himself calm down and relax; as long as that terrifying giant wasn't here, he could feel much better.

Li Er was choked by the retort and cast a venomous look at Zhou Zhe. Realizing he could no longer stop this outsider, he fell silent.

This was a bottomless pit that could never be filled. If he brought him home, it was feared that no amount of food would be enough to feed him.

Yet, just as he seemed about to step within three zhang, the keen-sensed Qing Han instantly felt the overwhelming pressure of an invisible force.