Chapter 29: Lodging a Complaint

"Wife, how do you intend to deal with them?" Su Dawei usually preferred to take direct action; matters requiring strategy were typically decided by Qin Jiuhong, and later, with the help of Su Yanchu.

"Tomorrow, you carry me to the neighborhood office." Qin Jiuhong had come up with a brilliant idea.

"Huh? Wife, you're going to work with your foot injured like that?" Su Dawei was astonished. "Why don't we just rest for a few days?"

"You're such a fool." Qin Jiuhong poked him in the head.

The game was indeed cold; there was no possibility of a comeback. By the twenty-first minute, Han Xiuxiu’s side’s crystal had exploded.

Later, Xize once told her that people often get into the habit of haggling largely because the social market mechanism is not yet mature, and that this is not actually a virtue.

"When I am creating, I do not like to be disturbed by others." Chen Lulan frowned, her tone growing impatient.

Perhaps I really have received too much, and therefore must pay a higher price than the average person.

"The same as usual, the third shift." They detailed the personnel who changed shifts last night and the exact times.

He was not Chen Shimei. He was more like Liu Xiu—demoting his wife to a concubine whenever it suited his needs, all while claiming it was true love, only to demote the wife again later to let his "true love" take her place. What sins did Lady Guo and her son commit?

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!" The vibration of incoming text messages was relentless. Sitting on the other side of the table, one could feel the irritation caused by the constant shaking.

Della Clarke was a Hispanic madam of a white brothel in Chinatown. She had a fiery temper and, in her earlier years, had been registered as the wife of Boss Hong, which was how she acquired her citizenship today. Later, when mixed-race marriages were no longer legal, her marital status with Boss Hong was automatically voided in California.

Qin Jinyu laughed triumphantly to herself, thinking that she had finally surpassed Wei Qinghuai. Wei Qinghuai was likely still wondering how to break through the Spirit Realm and enter the Illusion Realm, little knowing that she had already reached the third level of the Illusion Realm.

Seeing another challenger from the third lineage of Tianzhu City, many members of the Black God Sect cast their gazes over, finding it curious, with a hint of superiority in their eyes.

Quietly, silently, without the slightest sound, without the slightest precursor. No one can ever truly focus on their own shadow, for it was night, and beneath the burning flames, everyone was aware of their own figure—that shadow, indistinct and constantly twisting, one part disappearing as another emerged.

Suddenly, a massive boom erupted in the sky! With a thunderous roar, fire filled the air, and two powerful shockwaves of the explosion blasted outward, knocking down everyone within a hundred meters. Only Fu Xi and his companions stood firm, barely managing not to collapse.

Old Zhu was speechless. A single air bubble had tortured him to the point of desperation, yet he was expected to find the culprit? Could they even handle such a thing?

The two walked away. The butler watched them, and as he watched, he wondered: Was that second treasure, Young Master Long, truly as the shopkeeper Fu had described?

Fei Teng finished his porridge, washed the bowl and chopsticks, and placed them on the counter. Carrying his medicine, he walked out to the front courtyard, where he saw Qian Xiwu and the other two, saw the butler selling horse meat, and saw those who had gone outside the South Gate returning.

Combined with the miserable state of the God of Wealth at that time, even a fool could guess what kind of torture and humiliation the God of Wealth had suffered during his imprisonment.

"Hmph." Just before leaving the commander's tent, Zuo Feng let out a disdainful chuckle, carving Lu Zhi deep into his memory. Of course, it was the hateful kind of memory.

The two black-armored giants who had been guarding from afar saw Zhu Tianpeng looking their way and jumped into the river in a panic. With two splashes, they sank into the water and vanished.

Therefore, the three of them understood perfectly well: before the conflict between them finally erupted, the correct approach was to let these so-called qualified challengers wear out their opponents first.

Lady Lu naturally would not go to such great lengths, so she asked a few more questions, quite curious about what exactly that special autumn pear paste tasted like.

The five members of the team held up the trophy together. Everyone except Xiao Jing was incredibly excited; Xiao Jun’s hand pressed against the back of Xiao Jing’s, her face flushed red, and her heart pounding.