Chapter 27: Happiness

Stepping into the car, Mu Yuqing slumped over the steering wheel, pulled out a tissue, and listlessly wiped at the windshield.

Wu Ziyu sheathed his sword and led Wang Long out of Brother Baldy’s office. After taking a few steps, Wang Long turned back to retrieve the thirty thousand yuan left on the table.

He pulled her from the private room, but instead of heading straight home, they went to the top floor of the Shiyue Building. It was a late spring, early summer night, and the air was chilly. Perhaps due to the impending rain, a fierce wind was blowing.

Nan Xuemeng? Seeing it was her, Nan Xueyu looked her up and down, a slight curl to her lips: So, she had dressed up with such care; no wonder it had taken so long. Even though she had left later, she had arrived a step ahead of Nan Xuemeng.

She Lao Man shrieked in agony, his hands flailing wildly. Under Yan Yingyuan’s fierce assault, he couldn’t hold on for long; his energy dissipated, and he collapsed to the ground. Like a beheaded rooster, he flopped his arms, unable to climb back up, his head reeling.

Wasn’t this what she wanted? To grant his wish? In a fit of pique, she signed the papers, married Ye Pianran, and restored the former glory of the Kaiyue Group.

She buried her face in Cheng Xian’s chest, her nostrils filled with a rich floral scent that felt strangely familiar.

It took two years for Bureau Chief Bai to return to normal after his breakdown, but his smiles remained buried deep within, his sorrow locked away. Every day, he did nothing but work himself to the bone.

It was already seven o’clock, yet Cheng Xian hadn’t returned. Yiman suddenly realized that if Cheng Xian tried to call her, she might have missed it.

"We are subordinates of Lord Jiang! May I ask who you are?" Qiu Feng shouted toward them from a distance.

"Yun Yuan, do you see the peak of that snow mountain?" Rou Xin pointed to the highest summit. Zi Yunyuan and the others followed her gesture, seeing the mountain stood a thousand feet tall. Though high, in their eyes, it was nothing more than that.

The conclusion left the city in an uproar; whether it was the million citizens of Jinyu City or the temporary government officials in the City Lord’s mansion, all were shocked.

Iori Yagami’s arrogant and wild performance in KOF95 had won the limitless love and adoration of a new generation. His non-mainstream attire, avant-garde style, and cool expression were incredibly lethal to the youth.

No, no. Their forces had been decimated by his own traps; even the strongest Grade-A had fallen to Grade-B. The others were either dead or injured, and there was no one left who could take revenge.

This was clearly unscientific. Jiang Han could guess the reasons, but he had no way to prove them, so he raised the question.

Hearing that he wouldn’t harm Luo Lie and the others for the time being, Hai Mingzhu finally relaxed. She thought to herself that as long as she spoke a few soft words to her father, given his indulgence toward her, he likely wouldn’t make things too difficult for them. In her father’s eyes, the lives of those subordinates meant nothing.

Because of their presence, the entire hall was shrouded in a dark, negative energy, causing many to frown slightly.

Ren Jian swore and promised, "I’m telling the truth, I’m not lying to you. I always go to Director Gao for matters; I have never contacted the Director’s wife directly. Why don’t you ask Director Gao for it yourself?"

He had already seen through the intentions of these three: they had discovered a large number of the Blood Bat tribe entering the Desolate Beast Forest and had developed greedy ideas, coming to scout the situation in hopes of getting a share of the spoils.

His own strength went without saying—only at the tenth stage of Resonance, just crossing the threshold of the peak. After using the multiplier, he could barely reach the first stage of the Apostle level.

Marshal Dinant could no longer care about anything else. Whether the Saint Martin fleet could even survive this time was a question; who had the energy to consider the next naval battle?

To this day, we still have no news of Liu Jiawei. I even wonder if he has already returned to Taiyuan.

Luo Hongjuan’s face turned pale: "Are you telling the truth or lying?" Because Luo Hongjuan had been arranged by Xu Manshu to monitor the target, her shock at seeing someone else sitting before her was unimaginable.

The flying sword lunged at him again. Jing Yan was forced into a continuous dodge; without his agile, nimble body, he would have been covered in wounds long ago. Even so, the "loser" Jing Yan had his arms grazed, leaving several bloody gashes.

Huiying had also donned the uniform by now, pulling Zhou Chao to the edge of the helicopter door, waiting for a chance to parachute to safety.

Murong Qianxue felt a shiver of fear; these guys didn't seem harmonious, and they were so powerfully built.

No matter how Xiao Luo destroyed these flame clones, they would always be reborn within the fire. Xiao Luo understood that this was Yang Hui’s spirit technique; as long as Yang Hui had fire energy, they would not disappear.

As for Fan Changli, he had intended to run into the backstage area, but dozens of guards had suddenly swarmed out, surrounding him completely.

Boom! The two cars surged forward, vying for the lead. At such speeds, if they didn't slow down for the curves, they would surely be flung off the road and crash into the buildings along the way.

"Hey, isn’t that Lin Yuhan?" Wang Tao’s voice suddenly rang out. Jiang Kailan turned his head to see that it was indeed Wang Tao.

The droplets were dense, and with a sudden explosion of blue light, they shot toward Ashe, dragging all the dragons and Ahri into the range of the attack.

Su Wu tried sitting on the edge of the stone slab, watching it. Seeing he had no intention of harming it, the creature lay back down on the slab.

Moreover, he was in such a hurry to settle scores with the beasts of the Supreme Realm and the human remnants that he had no mind to spare for naming things.

She couldn't help but wonder if she had been wrong before. Maybe Xiao Fei really wanted to treat her illness, not take advantage of her.

Cursing without a shred of decorum, Qin Qi dialed the number again. This time, just as the call was about to hang up automatically, it was finally answered.