Chapter Seventy: His Next Target (First Update)

"Damn!" At that moment, the chubby boy finally came to his senses. "So, Lady Gu was a man in disguise? And he’s kept up the act for so many years! Could he be the murderer in this case?"
"Not just that," Yun Shuang shook her head, her voice cold. "Judging by the skillful way he committed the crime, I fear he was also the real culprit in the case twenty years ago. His mother simply took the blame for him."
Even though his mother had already shouldered his crime...
Xiao Long felt a pang of emotion. Unbeknownst to him, he had already absorbed a countless amount of incense power over time. It was precisely this endless and varied power that had shaped Xiao Long’s perceptions.
Zhang Jihua’s question was deliberately difficult. Normally, he would have inquired only about the township level, but instead, he pressed directly for details at the village level, which was clearly intended to make things hard for Li Tianyi.
"And who is this?" The young man also noticed Ye Meng, puzzled as to why someone who bore a faint resemblance to himself would suddenly appear in his home.
Every year, newcomers challenge the Elite Rankings. I wonder how this year’s new arrivals will perform?
Zhu Zaifei suddenly stopped, gathered his breath, and cursed with all his might—most likely some southern profanity, much like President Jiang’s infamous expletive. He couldn’t understand the words, but the meaning was clear enough.
At that moment, Golden Eyes fired his gun, and the bullet pierced through the right ear of Gu Ye Zhengchuan. With a scream, Zhengchuan rolled to the side.
Dealing with foreigners was nothing new to Jiang Fei. In recent days, several foreign assassins had already met their end at his hands.
Who had orchestrated this game of chess that spanned billions of years? Who was the player moving the pieces? No one could say.
He remembered how, whenever he faced adversity with Mo Xiaosheng, Mo always remained calm and found a way out. He thought to himself: I can do the same. I too can face crisis with composure and resolve.
Yan Bingyun understood his meaning and did not remain silent for long. He bowed, saluted with clasped fists, and took his leave.
To be able to sit with Zhang He, drinking beer beside the Han River, Quan Eun-bi felt truly happy.
Even now, if he wished to restrain his enemies, only his powerful gravitational field and overwhelming force could do so.
As soon as the gray-armored puppet appeared, Ran Taihang’s heart sank. Even without the Celestial-Slaying Sword, its cultivation and combat strength alone were beyond comparison. Escape became the only viable option for the Ran brothers.
"Both incidents revolve around a key figure. There must be something suspicious here," Zhang Wei concluded.
I was completely dumbfounded. Teachers usually returned late—could it be that every teacher in the office on the second floor already knew?
If not, how did things escalate to this point in the blink of an eye, without the slightest warning?
I do have a thousand spirit stones, but as a disciple in the Qi Training stage, carrying so many stones would only bring relentless pursuit the moment I left Hai City.
Now was not the time to rush. Shui Dao truly understood this: whatever the Lord of Chengtian Prefecture might think, he himself had no idea what the Alliance Leader had promised, and so could not judge the truth. There was no use in haste. As long as he delivered the message, his task was done. All that was left was to await a reply from the Lord of Chengtian Prefecture.
There was no reason to show him any leniency. On the contrary, if they truly had no knowledge of the matter from start to finish, then he had other plans in mind.
"That look in his eyes—it's the same as six years ago, when he left Wuyun Mountain." Jin Lanlan recalled that day.
Meanwhile, Bei Nai's testimony was that Wu Di had verbally harassed her, and her actions were purely defensive.
There were no scenes of wit and valor, no dramatic confrontations, as one would expect in disaster or monster movies.