Volume One, Chapter 32: Sincerity Met with Disappointment

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People sometimes have a tendency to scare themselves.
Before entering the office, I imagined Brother Hu might grill me with questions, or perhaps even try to placate me by saying Ah Qing wasn't worth it and that focusing on my performance was what really mattered, hoping to avoid getting involved.
In my mind, bosses like Brother Hu, who dealt in gray-market businesses, weren't exactly sentimental; they only cared about profit and wouldn't waste favors on such trivial matters.
The more I thought about it, the more pressure I felt, and the more nervous I became.
Yet, once I stepped into the office, the atmosphere was unexpectedly relaxed.
Regarding my request, Brother Hu simply asked, "Are you sure you want to help her?"
After I nodded without hesitation, he took out his phone and called Brother Lang right in front of me.
After circling the courtyard, Chen Mo finally stopped by the ancient well.
Seeing that the member of the Hundred Riders Guard had reached his goal, Gao Ming immediately nodded at the others with a smile.
An elderly man with white hair, well past his fifties, slowly approached the group. When everyone saw him, their expressions turned slightly respectful.
To go through all this trouble for such a matter—it really wasn't easy. Ning Mei sneered inwardly.
Through observation, Chen Mo discovered that there were indeed traces of dried water around the cave entrance, and the opening was extremely damp, meaning there was indeed water below.
"Wait!" Nuannuan’s shout made Shan Yu jump. "You can read it slowly when you get back. You’re coming with me." With that, she grabbed Gu Yue and left.
On the way back, Chu Ci remained silent, and Yan Changxi did not bother him.
Was this guy really throwing his life away? With the way Luo Yi was fighting, even if he managed to kill Ji Wuyan, he would surely lose half his own life in the process, yet Luo Yi didn't seem to care at all.

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"And the virus? Where did that leak from?" Su Yang asked the second question he had posed earlier.
Zhang Xinghan's face turned from red to white instantly; the impact of Wang Shou's words on his heart was evident.
Fu Ning's internal landscape encompassed the yin and yang, the five elements, and the changing seasons; almost any essence could be absorbed into it.
He clenched his right fist, white light gleaming within, and then suddenly unleashed a beam of light, aimed directly at Amber.
The Monkey was displeased upon hearing this, crossing his legs as he sat on a rock, refusing to even glance at the Flowing Sand River.
Over the past two days, he had consumed quite a lot of Red-Scaled Fish, intensifying his cultivation of the Third Stage, pushing his overall progress to 29%. It wasn't slow; one could even say it was rapid.
"Oh, Grandpa Wang, if you didn't tell us, we might have sneaked down here out of curiosity in the middle of the night," Qin Yu laughed.
Han Wan'er read the document over and over again; with her insight, she could naturally see many underlying implications.
As for why it was set for three days later? Because verification through the probability system showed that the chance of the wind and snow stopping in three days was 98%.
At this point, he didn't even need the Transcendental Particle Fusion Cannon; he could kill the Master of the Mysterious Star Cave with his bare hands.
Fu Ning frowned as well, and the two looked toward the sound, noticing three White Mountain disciples had approached them from behind.
Fu Ning hurriedly stated his name, but Gap-Tooth insisted on calling him "Brother Fish."
What surprised me, however, was that Chen Le was nowhere to be found in the room. It was empty; he must have gone out.
Unknowingly, Qian Cheng had begun to radiate an aura of inevitable victory, which was influencing more and more players, including those from the three major guilds, who gradually developed a subconscious feeling that this man was an insurmountable force.
There was only enough time to pick up one item—should it be the Guild Creation Token or the Gold Weapon?

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"Thank you, but my husband doesn't have that luxury. He works in the city year-round and rarely gets to eat my cooking." Although Jiang Yu said this with a smile, her eyes revealed a sense of helplessness.
After reporting, we learned that the homeroom teacher's surname was Zhang, his full name Zhang Jianguo—a very plain name.
As Chen Le spoke, he began to laugh—a heartfelt laugh. Looking back, he probably thought his thoughts at the time were a bit silly.
"We have confirmed that Peng Haoming and Angel have left Guining." At around 8:00 PM, Li Yunxiang handed the organized video data to Qin Minghui.
To their frustration, no matter how they pressed, they couldn't get the identity of the expert from Old Mrs. Chang.
But, without the strength to suppress the situation instantly, and under the condition that they could not resort to violence, what could be done?
Xianglong smiled after hearing this, showing no significant reaction. He looked at the ground and said, "We have reached the Mountain of Death. Where did you and Nazer part ways?" As he spoke, he helped Zefa Tina to the ground.
After this day, Li Funan would become the undisputed top prodigy of Qingzhou, standing on equal footing with the geniuses of the Heavenly Sects.
One could see a black object, shaped entirely like a curved grim reaper's scythe, piercing through the old man's tailbone and protruding from the crown of his head, running him through completely.
After Han Dong taught the basics of identifying suspects, he began to ask the students who raised their hands to make identifications. The students were very enthusiastic; many even stood up to ask to be called upon.
The Pope smiled slightly, a look of admiration on his face: "Excellent! Monde, when did you reach the peak of the ninth level? Even this old man didn't know!" The old Pope had a sharp eye; just from the subtle changes in Monde's demeanor and aura, he could tell that Monde had broken through to the peak of the ninth level.
PS: This chapter was a bit slow to write, but fortunately, it captures the feeling I wanted.
Han Dong told him the Xie Group's market value could reach 10 billion, and he believed it deeply. If the market value reached 10 billion, a 5% stake would be worth 500 million, so Han Dong's asking price of 150 million wasn't much at all.