Volume 1, Chapter 44: To Hesitate is to Disrespect the Silver

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Through the long, lonely stretches of time, she often wondered: if she hadn’t hesitated back then, if she had spoken the whole truth, would everything have turned out differently?

However, it never occurred to her that when she went to the Prime Minister’s estate again, her mother would refuse to see her.

In a high-end hospital room, the morning sun gradually filtered through the window, bathing the space in light.

It would be better to focus on the business here in China first; as for Cold-Blood, that could wait. After all, there was plenty of time ahead, and there would be opportunities to cross paths with him later.

Lin Xiyue felt remorseful for a while, but she was still hungry. It was a physiological response that her mind could not regulate—the only way to heal the trauma of hunger was through madness, and it had to be a genuine, heartfelt descent into insanity. Unable to force herself into that state, she had no choice but to endure.

Although Lei Fang didn’t know much about the stock market, he understood that the odds were always stacked against the gambler. Strictly speaking, the market was a massive casino; even the dealers, let alone individual retail investors, could lose everything in a single misstep.

He had barely closed his eyes to rest when a faint sound came from outside the window. He went over to pull back the curtains, and his most trusted subordinate, lenses glinting with a sharp light, was perched on the window ledge.

"Damn it! Why didn't we save up more credits? Now we have to rely on the mining vehicles provided by the school to extract ore and exchange it for credits—only 1,000 points after an entire day. How are we supposed to develop? How are we supposed to survive?" A dark-skinned foreigner was throwing a tantrum.

"Company Commander, goodbye! I’ll serve with you again in the next life!" Yang Decai charged forward with all his might.

This time, Lan Qin slept even longer than the first, taking two full days to wake up.

To be honest, the person most relieved at this moment was Ye Jianming. He knew that as long as Lu Bu ran into trouble, this whole matter could be resolved smoothly.

"Go ahead and curse me, curse me all you want. No matter what you say, you’re essentially cursing yourself," the Shadow said with disdain. If she were a real person, Guan Xiaoru would likely have wanted to kill her—to end her with her own hands—just to find some peace.

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A mountain mouse, taking advantage of the cover of night, scurried among the rocks. It was patiently searching for its evening meal. It was midsummer, and the place was teeming with ripened tubers and fruits; as long as one was patient, finding a hearty midnight snack was easy enough.

Lin Tianlong looked at Black Panther as if he were an idiot. How could this guy be so dim? Did Shadow-Kill look like someone who had been poisoned? He was clearly just furious because of him.

Paired with that resolute, handsome face and the unwavering determination in his dark eyes, his voice, though not loud, was deafening in its impact. Just witnessing that tenacity was enough to fill Qiao Man with inspiration.

"Since someone has made such a fine request, why don't you satisfy her, Moshang?" The voice of the figure in black drifted from within, as if he felt the situation wasn't chaotic enough.

Having finally dealt with their own mess, the two Japanese infantry regiments began to accelerate their withdrawal from the battlefield, retreating toward Wuhu.

"What should we do, Guild Leader? Should I call my cousin's guild for reinforcements?" Ziyuan asked anxiously from the side.

Actually, Li Qingcheng should have understood that if Li Yanqing could take her away, she must have been at the Lu residence. But with his stubborn temper, he would likely rather die than take the initiative to go to the Lu family to look for her.

Only then did Le Ruyi realize that there was another bed in the room! The innocent girl blinked her pure eyes, looking at the not-so-innocent man, and ultimately, the situation could only evolve into innocent sleeping and chatting.

Involving so many branches of mathematics, with seemingly profound mastery in each field, one could not help but think of another person hailed as a mathematical prodigy—Terence Tao.

"I’ve got it! I can see so many things using the night-vision goggles," Chen Feng said into the comms.

Although no one knew exactly how she had done it, the fact that she had gained the recognition of the Divine Eagle was beyond doubt. Coupled with the increasingly stellar results Ningning had shown since then, the elders of the collateral branches only kept up their haughty talk; in their hearts, they had long ago accepted her status as the Second Prince's consort.

Since he had such a good option in the daughter of the Su family—a match that was socially equal and seemed so fitting—why should she insert herself into the middle of it and invite humiliation?

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"Don't worry," Rong Yun had just finished saying this when the sound of splashing water and the clash of weapons suddenly erupted outside. The group froze; Rong Yun dropped the teacup in his hand and rushed out in an instant.

If they had the means to hire these people, why not simply bring in the most mysterious masters of the Huaxia Xuanmen? If they could find a master skilled in healing arts, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

Lou Lingyang stood there calmly, as if everything Lou Lingyu said had nothing to do with him. Only when Ling Batian looked back on all that had passed did he realize that perhaps he had truly been played by the father and son of the Lou family.

Ye Lin hadn't known at first, but seeing the change in her expression, how could he remain so oblivious? He immediately wiped the smile from his face, mentally noting the matter.

Waves of anger surged in the old lady's chest, but she said nothing. Her sixtieth birthday celebration had been completely ruined—utterly ruined.

Though Ningning was young, her internal energy was incredibly profound. Even though Xuankong had been busy for the better part of the night, he had only managed to clear away twenty percent. The cold poison had already gone dormant again, waiting for the day it would erupt once more.

Anthony-Superdog frowned. The information sent back by the spy-crawler brought him the kind of surprise one feels when someone brings a pillow just as one is about to sleep. However, his core processor immediately began connecting with the lurkers while simultaneously uploading the news to their superiors.

Luo Ye was also a young, talented cultivator who had achieved success early. Over the past few hundred years of cultivation, he had hacked his way through thorns and brambles, and for the most part, his journey had been smooth sailing. Thus, Luo Ye’s spirit was extremely high; to put it plainly, he was incredibly arrogant.