Chapter 65: An Unexpected Visitor

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One has to admit, women are indeed eloquent and persuasive.

The atmosphere froze in an instant; it seemed that even Manager Li was having a tough time.

Just as the two sides were locked in confrontation, a middle-aged man suddenly arrived and shattered the silence.

“Excuse me, is this Wang Xudong’s studio?” The man’s attire was simple, but exuded an unassuming honesty.

Before his eyes was a parchment shrouded in crimson, the entire sheet stained with the color of blood. In the next moment, it erupted with a blue brilliance and, almost miraculously, ignited without flame. The blue fire cast a faint glow, illuminating the sharply contoured face of Zhang Yu.

Even so, Li Muyang and his companions were clearly outmatched. The holy angels and sacred dragons of demi-god rank were swept aside by a tremendous force, shattering like earth into fragments on the ground.

Shen Guang took what was handed to him and saw that it was a heavy, power-infused glove.

He glanced at his firearm, loaded the bullets in a hurry, and rushed after them.

If someone could have torn their attention away from those flowers and plants, they would have noticed that everyone’s clothing had sustained some damage—a result of the spatial forces at play.

Shu Xiao, Mad Tiger, and Ji Fei exchanged glances once more. With Pu Qin’s promises, they had no choice but to swallow their dissatisfaction for now.

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“Shi Qing, member of the Morning Light Base Council,” Shi Qing said, her voice cold. She adjusted her glasses with a casual hand, appearing all the more aloof—and all the more captivating.

“Nothing much to do, so I came to admire the scenery!” As Zhuge Jinyu approached, the confusion on Yun Qing’s face vanished, replaced by a cheerful smile.

This passageway was set two meters high, but because it jutted out below and was recessed above, it couldn’t be spotted without thorough searching.

By this reckoning, it was almost as if he hadn’t eaten yesterday. Especially after a restless night the day before—how could he not be hungry?

Perhaps because the teleportation array had been destroyed, many cultivators were forcefully channeling their true energy, relentlessly attacking the formations at the edge of the square.

And Boss Zheng—the influential merchant backing Dongzi—was anxiously communicating with him at that moment.

Suddenly, a streak of red light fell from the sky; a crimson-eyed bird of prey descended from above.

Yang Qi mused to himself: if something could obscure a cultivator’s spiritual senses, even the divine sense of a Foundation Establishment expert, it would be invaluable.

He appeared to be only about five years old, less than a meter tall, wearing nothing but a pair of tattered shorts.

After receiving news of unrest in the concession, Yoko Nantian immediately led her men to Wang Kongming’s residence. In her mind, the most likely target for the military intelligence agency was Wang Kongming, who had just surrendered.

Li Fusheng leapt three feet high. He’d never heard Captain Wen mention a child this big—how could such a child suddenly appear?

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With the funds she had on hand, if she acquired this rough stone, she would have no hope of competing for the last semi-gambling jade.

What kind of existence could terrify him so much that he fled in panic, not even caring about maintaining a master’s dignity?

At this moment, the round table in the meeting room was nearly full, almost entirely with the club’s management team. Chairman Klan of the Cottbus Board of Directors sat at the head.

Su Ruo had lost all interest in teasing Chu Yu tonight; after all, the night’s events had left her under considerable pressure.

This action—typically the hallmark of a trailing team celebrating after scoring—was now performed by Baros even though Liverpool had already equalized, as if to declare his resolve.

This time, Jia Gu’s face twitched; behind the group, Bei He and Ling Yan also looked rather unsettled.

If a penalty taker lets the goalkeeper get in his head, he should just keep it to himself—why tell me? Why complain to me about it?