Chapter 112: Caution Ensures a Thousand-Year Voyage

“Robert... Robert has golden hair and blue eyes...”
“That’s not what I want to hear.”
“Hmm, let me see.” Ricardo flipped through the booklet. “Some say he’s as cunning as a fox, never revealing his strength before the opportunity arises. Others say he’s like a lion—strong, fierce, and domineering.”
Hmm?
Hearing these rumors, Leo felt a strange sense of familiarity.
The business at the Dream Return Pavilion had already improved considerably. People driven by desire cared mostly about beauty; who cared about the disputes and entanglements? So at dusk that day, when Li Xun arrived at the pavilion’s entrance, he saw the girls fluttering in the breeze and the patrons coming and going in an endless stream.
Whether entering Northwest China from Central Asia, or traversing the Siberian railway to the Far East before heading to the Korean front, it took at least a week. That week, though seemingly brief, could very well tip the scales of victory or defeat in the fierce battles at the frontlines of Triangle Hill.
After speaking, Meng Batian put on his clothes and stepped outside. He looked at the bright sun but felt an overwhelming melancholy.
Of course, Boyin didn’t need my cooperation either. From behind, he tightly embraced me, clasping my hands over my chest, striking my body again and again. Though I was helpless, I still cried out.
Unexpectedly, the young man before him showed only a brief flicker of surprise before calmly accepting the Soviet’s demands. This astonished the arms chief, who thought to himself, “Is this guy really only in his early twenties?”
Despite deliberate suppression, anyone could see the contempt and disdain beneath all those gentle smiles.
My heart suddenly trembled, and I lowered my gaze to the jade in my hand, a plan forming in my mind—half a month would be enough.
“I’ve already told the board that the young master is away on business, but releasing this news now probably won’t stop everyone from gossiping...” Gu Dong said to Ye Chenmeng with some concern.
Lin Zonghe watched helplessly as Ye Chenmeng was taken away by Lin Kai. Only then did he let out a heavy sigh and down the red wine in his glass to steady his nerves.
“Luckily, it’s only superficial wounds, nothing serious. With some rest, recovery will be swift,” the doctor said with relief. When Zuo Tong was first brought in, the sight was terrifying; the doctor did not want to lose a life on his watch.
He seemed to have heard the greatest joke in the world, hands clasped behind his back, his deep eyes boldly scrutinizing the person before him.
Whether it was Zuo Tong voluntarily moving a chair for Bai Yisheng, or the smile that lit his face, Bai Zhiyue found it particularly grating.
“Keep a close eye on my good younger brother and stepmother. If anything happens, you’re responsible, understand?” Gu An’s men barged directly into the courtyard where Gu’s father lived, their intent to monitor and intimidate laid bare.
“Hmph, but you begged me for this,” Qiao Yirou said, stroking her chin as she paced before the tent, putting on airs.
Mu Qin’s movements hadn’t stopped. He reached out to a panicked Yi Yi nearby. Seeing both about to fall, Feng Wuxin rushed over and pulled them back.
As if to sulk or resigned to the situation, Lü Shuang’s complete turnaround in attitude surprised even Shi Jingshan.
Su Moyan watched, her lips twitching into a wild smile. The male idol was just too cute; she regretted not charging her phone yesterday.
Her head leaned against his shoulder, eyes fixed on the screen, occasionally glancing at Gu Yuansheng’s profile beside her, cheeks flushing deeply.
In this strange world, the drowsiness completely vanished. Lang Qi found his thinking surprisingly sharp.
Lang Qi had a sense of déjà vu. When facing Paradox, he had felt the same way—helplessly watching Starlight being taken away.