Chapter 155: Operation Shoot the Sun and Exterminate the Pests (Part III)

Robert sat in his room, feeling somewhat uneasy. He knew his restless descendants quite well.

They lacked a broader perspective, as well as the ability to handle extraordinary situations.

The only traits that seemed to have been successfully passed down were bellicosity and a greedy craving for power.

Given such descendants, Robert had no idea how long his enterprise could endure. Moreover, he had an equally rebellious younger brother, Roger, who was lurking...

Subsequently, Sanli naturally explained Fang Xu's strategic layout to the two of them. Upon hearing Sanli's explanation, Wang Yizhuo was so frightened that he could not even speak. Seeing his condition, Tang Jing hesitated for a moment, knocked him unconscious directly, and carried him away on his back.

"Fortunately, your people seem to have specifically targeted her for disinfection and care. There must be someone here who is in the exact same condition as her!" Lin Chen said earnestly.

Tech Zhang made an OK gesture, his fingers flying rapidly across the keyboard to input various commands. Finally, using a self-written program, he locked onto the IP address used by Brother Fei to log into MSN, which traced back to a public network belonging to a place called Saint Paula Cafe.

As things stood, the realm was divided into three: the nations of Ning, Liang, and Wu stood in a tripartite balance, refusing to yield to one another. Years of fierce contention had long turned them into mortal enemies.

It appeared that He Yuqing was indeed here, but since her friends claimed she had moved out on her own accord, it certainly did not seem like she was coerced on the surface.

"Obviously, the Young Master's death would also grieve Fortress Master Ye. Rather than that, it would be better to let Feng Tianshang die instead," Hua'er continued.

As for what Jehuolian had previously said to Arthur, it was actually at Jiahe's prior instruction.

Zhen Songlang stalled for time, saying, "I want to try again! I will definitely pass the ball to the best position!" His expression was resolute, seemingly filled with unwillingness.

Zhao Xun sighed, gently patting her head. "What kind of wine did you drink to end up like this?" He snatched the jar from her hands, sniffed the rim, and set it aside. Sweeping her up horizontally, he carried her toward the inner hall. Gu Ruoli floated in mid-air, resting limply in the crook of his arm, her head lowered in silence.

"Do you really think I collapsed just because of excessive anger?" Situ Qianzhi suddenly blurted out, then abruptly shut his mouth.

Gu Ruoli was a young woman; when she married in the future, she would not even ask the Jian'an Earl's Mansion for a single copper coin's worth of dowry—why must they always target her?

Yang Bo was also deeply shocked. Many of the items here were far richer even than the collections in his own museum. The only regret was that this trip to England was made through Cao Yuande, meaning he could not keep any of these treasures for himself.

Upon reaching the vicinity of Park Road No. 1, the surroundings grew quiet. Being a villa district, it was sparsely populated and practically on the outskirts of the city. Stepping off at the stop, he found that Guan Jian was already waiting there—not having driven a car, but riding only a bicycle.

Yang Jiakai also made himself look neat and tidy, standing beside the car and gesturing politely for Han Ning to enter.

Master Bai was immensely excited. Having cut raw stones for so many years, he was actually going to cut a King Stone with his own hands. Even if he died today, it would be worth it. To witness the birth of a peerless treasure with his own eyes was the utmost honor.

Fatty Liu returned to the living room to find his father sipping tea from a teacup. He sat down beside him and picked up a cup as well.

On the way, he gave Zhang Xuebin a call, telling him there was an important matter to announce and instructing all employees to stay behind for overtime work.

Looking at Han Ning's expression, Yang Jiakai felt quite guilty. Although the hostility was directed at him, it had ultimately dragged Han Ning into the mess as well.

Xia Xin felt that Heaven was truly helping him. Elizabeth's absence was simply wonderful; otherwise, he would have had to worry about whether his afternoon plan could succeed.

At this moment, not only the masked man, but also Tang Xin's master, the demon slave, and the others all cast strange gazes at me, their expressions somewhat peculiar.

Perhaps due to the presence of the white fox, she felt the situation wasn't too serious. She could tell that the ageless stepmother actually cared deeply for Xia Xin.