Chapter Forty-Two: As Long As She Does Not Mind the Humiliation (Part One)

“Yan Fang.”
Jiang Xiao suddenly put down his wine cup and said coldly, “Wu Qi is drunk. Take him and throw him into the North Town River to sober him up.”
Wu Qi, who had been tipsy, instantly sobered, staring at Jiang Xiao in terror.
Though it was only early autumn, the northern nights were already biting cold.
To be thrown into the river in this weather—he could die!
He hurriedly stammered, “Commander, it’s not…”
Just a little over a month, the account multiplied by twenty-six times; indeed, his relentless pursuit of Jiu’an Medical Group’s stocks had proven absolutely right.
To treat this illness, only Needle Seven and Needle Nine were needed; apart from these, no other silver needles were required.
Shen Changqing walked along the street; whenever he encountered an acquaintance, they would exchange greetings or nod.
It was the busy hour of the morning, and the city gates saw a throng of travelers—passing merchants, hurried wayfarers, and townsfolk heading out for work.
Yin Pumei could not believe Han Suhee and Victor Lee were merely tenants; who ever heard of tenants moving house and having the agent help them?
“Where is this? Did we crash earlier?” Lu Mingfei rubbed his temples, feeling his blood vessels throb.
Gu Chen was actually eating candy; Lu Mingfei saw a stray bullet whiz right past him, carried by a rush of air. He now noticed that even in such chaos, Gu Chen hadn’t forgotten to bring his suitcase—the black case sat by his feet, spotless.
Wei Feng saw the third phase was about to become a fourth-phase circle; whether his plan would succeed now depended on fate.
“The White Tiger clan is born with spiritual power; so even without supernatural abilities, their bodies possess formidable strength, hence their ability to take human form. People from different planets have different powers—for example, the Destruction Star people are born with special abilities, so they can synthesize matter,” Artis explained.
Kim Ji-yeon instinctively nodded, then showed a conflicted expression, speaking in distress.
Upon leaving the airport, Ling Feng drove home—though strictly speaking, it was Baby’s house, and Ling Feng felt nothing of the sense of being kept.
Han Hao never expected the first visitor would be He Lao Liu, of whom he had a poor impression. Thinking of the day of the boxing championship, when that fellow invited a Russian strongman to face the Chinese martial artists, he couldn’t help but fume.
Tenth grade in the Yellow rank—merely tenth grade, yet its presence felt fiercer than the martial soul of the Black Tortoise realm.
On the fifth day of the Battle of Wo Niu Mountain, just under sixty miles south of Jia Yi City, Liu Yongfu’s Second Division finally appeared. The division had been delayed by a heavy rain during their march, which cost a day, and the muddy roads made the movement of artillery and supplies slow, so they had only now arrived.
“No need for words. Listen, I’ve found a treasure—if you don’t take it, you’ll regret it.” Compared to her usual allure with Ye Bai, now she was like a fiery chili pepper, ready to explode.
Even someone of such talent, who returned as a true immortal, was still blocked by Gao Mu. If today they left this place unharmed, Gao Mu’s junior brother’s aptitude would surely become the talk of Kunlun.
Wu Yurou knew the moment was critical; shifting her focus from Qi Xinshan, she aimed at the Japanese troops behind Lu Peng, ready to support at any time.
After the initial chaos, the British troops began to organize a counterattack. They even rolled out two Gatling guns, but as soon as they raised their heads, Eagle Eye and Hawkweed picked them off one by one.
Yuan Tianqi was not one for dithering. He knew Xia Yang still held several cards acquired from his brother Yuan Tianku, and with Xia Yang's abilities, escaping should not be difficult. At present, this seemed indeed the best option.
Yet Wang Boqian’s figure slipped into the darkness, deftly avoiding the blow.