Chapter 104: Pressure Can Lead to Mistakes
Sanctus Angelus Fortress.
The long table in the hall had been completely cleared. Leo and Qin Qiao sat facing each other. Though the atmosphere appeared cordial, anyone with keen perception could sense the undercurrents flowing between them.
“Governor Qin Qiao, do you have anything to say?” Leo gently tapped the table.
The rhythmic tapping seemed to echo within Qin Qiao’s heart, causing an already lingering tension to surface unmistakably.
Jia Zhengjin glanced casually and thought to himself, just a dozen or so items—how can you claim to have everything?
The servant, seemingly oblivious, smiled broadly as he ushered the two inside, though a flicker of doubt crossed his eyes as he turned away.
Meanwhile, the three members of the Qian family were still sound asleep, completely unaware that a corpse hung in their kitchen.
“Linduo, is this why you’ve been avoiding me these past two days? Speak!” Xia Haoyu’s voice suddenly rose. I looked at his sharply raised chin and cold expression, unsure how to respond.
Wu Song was more shocked than if he had heard about some bizarre poison. He released the man, who slowly turned over and knelt on the ground, silent and fearful.
The town was usually filled with elders and disciples from the inner and outer gates, especially from the Nine Peaks outer gate. During their leisure from cultivation, they naturally engaged in social interactions. These outer gate leaders and elders often gathered in large taverns, raising their cups, discussing matters at length, and hosting each other.
“But that was decades ago. Who knows if the Millerans have now joined the Dawn Front!” Heiman said nervously.
Though Chen Xudong’s villa had been renovated, it remained vacant. Tonight, he stayed on the 38th floor of the Junlin Tower. Chen watched as his second uncle finished washing and went to bed before descending to the 26th floor.
Nie Wei saw off Shangguan Yue and the others, then cast a concealment technique that caused the cameraman to hallucinate.
Everyone understood the subtlety—the old matriarch could distinguish between Pan Jinlian and Zhang Yulan. Her earlier jest was just that—a joke. Pan Jinlian had spent day and night with her, especially after Li Kui was captured and taken to the prison camp at Anping Village. Such intimacy was irreplaceable.
“Why ask if I’m here or not?!” Conan blurted out and then suddenly realized his mistake, wishing he could slap himself. Ai Haibara shot him a fierce glare.
He didn’t know why Shangguan Baihe had married Situ Jin, the eunuch of noble rank, but it was clear the union was riddled with the sordid intrigues of great families. Otherwise, someone as gifted and beautiful as Shangguan Baihe would never have agreed.
Conan chuckled and, in front of Hattori, clicked open his ID, waving his wrist as he did so.
My mindset differs from his. Though we managed to escape temporarily, I keep thinking about revenge—how to make the enemy suffer.
Everyone’s hearts tightened. As Li Yan had said, the army required would number in the tens of thousands. Moreover, the garrison at Yixian was no small force. Just on that basis, capturing the place would be difficult, not to mention besieging it.
Furthermore, the Blood Chalice was a spiritual artifact, made of an incredibly hard material that could withstand explosions. Yet even so, it cracked under the blast and was destroyed.
Physical constitution was virtually identical to the original body—three people shared one body, differing only in the degree to which they could harness its power. So, Tang San’s strength was essentially the outward manifestation of his true power.
“Get up, my great detective.” Ai Haibara stood, teasing Asaba with a mischievous look. “Weren’t you supposed to go camping with the professor today? Or do you want me to serve you breakfast in bed?” Her face flushed again, clearly recalling that morning’s events.