Chapter 77: Ambushes on All Sides

“Understand me?” Lou Yu’s eyes were filled with laughter.

If it had been someone else claiming to understand him, Lou Yu would surely have felt offended, even violated. For his own safety, he might have killed the person. Anyone who understood him too well was a danger that had to be eliminated.

But the one speaking was the chubby girl. With her, Lou Yu felt only joy.

She was raised by him, belonged solely to him.

Today, he had once again returned early to the dormitory to sleep, not waking until nearly eight in the evening.

It was clear that Dennis, who had instructed the team’s two drivers to use a single pit-stop strategy, had noticed this, making a deliberate decision. That was his gamble: he bet that Ferrari’s two drivers wouldn’t catch up to Hamilton before the race ended suddenly.

“Boss, can we take it out for a spin?” Ye Feng asked his boss, who was already looking at him with admiration. He felt a nervous flutter in his chest—this would be his first time behind the wheel since getting his license.

The government couldn’t invest so many resources in cracking down on these petty criminals. There was another downside: arresting too many small fry would alert the big fish, making them craftier and harder to catch. This kind of social contradiction existed not only in one country, but in almost every nation, giving rise to a flourishing drug trade.

His question had a hint of mischief. He was certain she wouldn’t agree, so after speaking, he didn’t wait for her response and walked toward the alley on his own.

Although he had endured inhuman stakeout training, Yue Qi still resented the passivity of such assignments. Damn, stakeouts were just too dull and tasteless, he cursed under his breath.

There was no negotiation. The dozen demonic sword spirits, cloaked in overwhelming darkness, swept toward Qin Yan once more, slashing fiercely.

Xu Maoxian sat on the soft couch, smoking, his mind preoccupied with matters from Jiangzhou’s new urban planning district. Ever since he had enacted the ban on speculation, some profiteers loathed him, but serious investors applauded.

He hurriedly stomped on the newspaper that might have once wrapped a drumstick, bent down, and picked it up. Holding this paper, more precious than a Bible, he slowly turned around, returning to face the Kaiyue Grand Hotel.

Apart from this, Wang Peng couldn’t figure out one thing: since they were said to be “dependent,” and he had recently suffered calamity, where was the fortune in it?

This humanoid point of light was actually a soul fragment split off. Only those who had reached the immortal stage could perform such a feat.

The elders, hearing the Grand Elder’s decree, dared not protest. They nodded repeatedly, inwardly itching to probe further, yet finally refrained.

Every collision of the golden divine rune imbued the demi-plane with boundless rules.

Two clicks sounded as the firing pin struck empty chambers—the person lying on the ground had no bullets left. For Wang Nanbei, this was welcome news; things should be easier now.

“Hmph, let’s see how long you can last,” the lunar elf smiled ambiguously, finally speaking.

Even the fallback plan caused him headaches. Liu Xiaoyu knew that once he revealed his secret to his family, their safety would be at risk. After all, a retreat was only a fallback; he never intended to live completely apart from human society.

“No, it’s fine, it’s fine…” Shangguan Honglie gasped for breath, his handsome face now pale as death, showing just how severe that sword strike had been.

Because the number of birds was limited, the disciples had to descend the mountain in groups, and those waiting passed the time chatting idly.