Chapter Thirty: Ugh!

After several days of observation, Zheng Yi had more or less come to understand the manor and Wang Heng. The manor itself was nothing more than an ordinary estate: a few hundred acres of fertile fields, several dozen tenant households, and some thirty or forty servants.

Within the ranks of servants were the steward, the manager of the separate quarters, cooks, nursemaids, and handmaids. Zheng Yi had already ordered a complete registry of all the slaves and servants.

Managing a few dozen people was a trivial task for someone who had once overseen the entire imperial harem.

She had rushed to Fan Xing’s room, not to hold Fan Xing accountable. She was rational and knew Fan Xing had done nothing wrong; she had no grounds to do anything to her.

And in the final stage, a blankness seemed to rise from the tail and gradually engulf the entire body, until it appeared utterly empty, as if it had ceased to exist altogether.

The City God and the others were surprised; they had not expected Lin Shou to have raised such an intelligent and perceptive cat.

This path was blocked, so Gong Jingsi devised another plan. Taking advantage of Li Qinghe’s lecherous nature, she frequently flirted with this wastrel, sometimes intentionally, sometimes by chance. Li Qinghe fell for it, and knowing that Li Tian always looked down upon his good-for-nothing son, she secretly sowed discord, and her efforts had begun to show results.

The roaring voice that crashed toward Wu Zixu struck him like a blow to the head, and weighed heavily upon his heart.

At that moment, the black fox and the great python surged forward, slashing fiercely at the tentacled arms upon the dragon-serpent’s body.

Later, Yu and Gold Chain came into conflict. The police arrived, Yu left, and Zhang Youze took me to the hospital—and then, everything that happened yesterday unfolded.

The moment Hanbao and Momo heard that Huo Tingdong was going out to prepare the baby’s room, they eagerly trotted after him.

“What do you mean? People from Director Sun’s office?” Xia Haoyu’s expression quickly sobered, his voice turning cold and calm.

Xu Xingchuan and Jiang Chengliang had already come down from the rooftop and were strolling leisurely along the streets of Gotham. The sidewalk was especially empty, but the roadway beside them was a different scene, clogged with unmoving traffic.

Tang Yimo didn’t spare any attention for the barrage of comments in the livestream. There was little vital energy left in his body, not enough to convert into magical power through his spirit, and it was too late to borrow the power of the stars. He urged his remaining energy to flow with his blood, gathering it in his chest at the Tanzhong acupoint.

“If Mother has something to say, please speak freely. I still have important matters to discuss with Prime Minister Shao,” Mo Guhan pressed his thin lips together, fully aware that the Empress Dowager had not come with good intentions.

“Who is it? What’s going on? Is there a renovation here?” Amid the dazzling lights, a bold, forceful question reached my ears.

“If it’s as Uncle Gu said, then this Heavenly Thunder Formation is truly one of the world’s greatest arrays!” Shen Lan exclaimed with admiration.

Suo Changsheng, of course, had to examine Zhu Yijun and Noble Consort Zheng, detoxifying and dispelling curses as needed—it went without saying.

But all speedsters have a flaw: they tend to underestimate their opponents in battle, only to be caught off guard and overturned—like Barry Allen, the second Flash. Emperor Penguin followed the same path; after being targeted by Professor Yang, whose neural reflexes were not slow, he was struck with a single punch.

Upon hearing Li Ling’s words, Gao Yuehan’s delicate face turned cold, her teeth clenched, but she said not a word more.

“This…” Wu Guanjun glanced at Secretary Li, then at Zhang Huangting, then at Mo Hengluan, and finally scratched the back of his head as he spoke.

Those who received new identities were elated. After all their years as assassins, to suddenly become generals was something they had never dreamed possible.

He truly hadn’t expected this person to be unafraid of him, nor to show him the slightest courtesy.

It was still not quite six in the morning, clearly before the time for shift change at the factory.

After replacing his belt, buying a new phone, and getting a new SIM card, Qin Chuan stared curiously at Ji Huai, who sat before him with an air of authority.

Jiang Yao’s voice, cold to the extreme, reached the ears of Lu Changsheng and Lu Xiong almost simultaneously.