Chapter 66: Taking the Initiative

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An Alphard was following right behind us.

I was certain my eyes hadn't deceived me; it was precisely the vehicle Blackie had prepared earlier to drive me back.

Were they tailing us?

I immediately said to Ah Long, "They're following us!"

Ah Long glanced back and said with a puzzled expression, "Surely not. Besides, we're all in Mong Kok, and Tiger and their boss know each other. They both know where each other's company is located—why would they follow us?"

I thought about it for a moment and said, "They probably want to find out where we live so it'll be easy to track us down in the future!"

Ah Long gave a hum and muttered that we would find out soon enough whether we were being tailed. Seeing a fork in the road ahead, he spun the steering wheel and turned...

Ji Hanyu loved pearl milk tea very much. Seeing that Ying Jiao had even prepared a portion for him, he was overjoyed for a moment.

"What's wrong? Is Li Qingqing's condition really that abnormal?" Seeing Li Tiantian's furrowed brows, Zhao Yu asked with some concern, and then watched as Li Tiantian shook her head.

"Does it look good?" Zhuang Xinya asked somewhat shyly, picking up a one-piece floral swimsuit and holding it against her body. Although she was only gesturing, a scene automatically played out in Sharif's mind: Zhuang Xinya wearing the swimsuit and swimming in the ocean. He couldn't help feeling a sudden warmth in his nose.

The Tree Sentinel, riding a golden warhorse, leaped high into the air along with his mount. The golden lance in his hand emitted a dazzling radiance, transforming into a shooting star as it plunged toward the ground, slamming directly into the heads of the three lizardmen charging at the forefront.

As for Brook, worried that some of the survivors in the cellar might undergo mutation and infection, he quickly led Joel and the others back to the manor.

After class, Ying Jiao handed Ji Hanyu another packaged portion of pearl milk tea and a matcha roll for him to take back and eat.

After waiting for Li Tiezhu and his men to make the necessary preparations, they finally arrived in front of Yingying's grave, erected a stone tablet, and inscribed upon it: The Grave of Yingying.

The intelligence report first mentioned Baiming's identity and his various actions in the Hidden Rain Village, followed by the administrative measures he implemented after arriving at the front lines as the chief medical officer, along with some other intelligence.

Accompanied by a crisp slap, the scar-faced man was sent sprawling straight to the ground, lying motionless, with a few bloody, yellowish broken teeth popping out of his mouth.

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The two of them exchanged intimate words for a while at Songtao Courtyard. Sensing that the time was about right, Chu Lian took Princess Duanjia along to go to Old Madam He's Qingxi Hall.

The accompanying poem inscribed alongside was: Though the divine tortoise may live long, its days have an ultimate end. The soaring snake rides the mist, yet turns to dust and ashes at last. An aged steed stabled in the stall still aspires to gallop a thousand li. Even in the twilight years of a hero, his grand ambitions never fade. The span of life, whether long or short, is not determined by heaven alone; the blessings of nurturing health and peace can secure eternal years. How fortunate indeed, I sing to express my intent!

"Carved Wood, are you alright? Do you want me to call a doctor over to take a look at you?" As she spoke, she reached out to take out her phone and make a call.

Third Young Master He's thin lips were pressed into a slight line, and the image of Tang Yan and the guards around him from this morning flashed through his mind. For some reason, he grew restless and upset.

Thorong was indeed thinner now than before, instantly betraying someone who had been relentlessly hounded by misfortune and unable to break free lately.

Perhaps because too many people were entering and exiting here, the soldiers responsible for guarding the city showed no reaction whatsoever, and the players were the same, not even sparing me a glance—likely too anxious to grind levels.

These two desires ran parallel in his heart. Whichever of them showed the first possibility of adapting to the shifting situation, as long as a sliver of opportunity arose, he would march unflinchingly down the path to fulfill them, which was regarded as the sole value and meaning of his survival today.

The nail was slightly thicker than a thumb, yet over a foot long. Wang Hou glanced at it, wondering why anyone would hammer such a long nail into the rock face. "White Bodhi Branch!" Grand Compassion Dharma King cried out in alarm from the side.

Watching Jiang Xuejuan's every move, Carved Wood pressed his lips together, hesitated before drinking the tea, and stared blankly at her.

Huan-Ting believed him, because the moment the words fell, a row of shadows cast over her and Mu Ai, and the continuous sound of dragonflies skimming across water lightly landing behind her echoed in her ears one after another.

Gao Qiang pulled a butterfly knife from the small of his back and drove it fiercely into the table.

Chen Xiaoran whispered in her ear, "You know what? I'm not a good person." His voice was low, as if suppressing something.

"Seize the city? I think you Wei clan are digging your own graves. Everyone hear my command, kill this boy first, then annihilate the Wei clan!" Gu Tianfang shouted loudly. His order also naturally accepted Wei Tianming's city-seizing battle. Failing to seize a city would result in the extermination of one's entire clan—that was the rule as well.

The chariot tore through the void. Looking at the barbarian warriors following closely behind, each stood nearly two to three zhang tall, with arms thicker than ordinary people's, enough to make one's heart palpitate with fear.

Upon returning to the town, the villagers specially arranged a banquet to host us. When the drinking reached its peak of merriment, those few veterinarians toasted me with a cup of wine.

Two maidservants brought me garments, both in ancient attire, and respectfully dressed me. I snatched the clothes away, muttering, "What's the use of so much trouble?" and nimbly put the clothes on myself.

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Zeng Tianming uttered the word "good" three times in a row, and judging by his appearance, he didn't seem angry at all because of my refusal.

Liu Baiyu was well aware of the situation. Right now, any slight move would make Lin Miaomiao associate it with me. I wondered how she knew that everyone said I was the big sister of the class and the school. The disciplinary office had been keeping an eye on recent events, but simply no one had reported me yet; the moment someone reported me to a teacher, I was guaranteed to be finished.

The waiter was already a bit dazed, but upon hearing those words, his expression instantly turned hideously unsightly.

I don't know what sword technique was being used, but clearly trapped within the Water Prison Spell, the airflow outside began to surge violently, forming a snow-like sword radiance.

The expressions of the Five Elders of the He family and the onlookers in the distance were utterly bizarre. Ling Feng had dug a massive pit for the Yin clan, just waiting for them to jump right in.

Jiuer's hands gripped the dagger tightly, her gaze fixed entirely on the zombies that had retreated a few steps. Once the high-tier zombies fell back, the low-tier ones would naturally swarm forward.

Brilliance flashed brilliantly in Ling Feng's eyes, and faintly, he could even discern the direction of the cultivation domain. The sword dancer had not used a shred of profound Qi, yet was still able to form a domain. The oppression emanating from those swords was by no means false; even the gazes of Yin Wuhui and the others narrowed slightly.

Near the Wei family's residence lived an extremely impoverished family consisting only of a mother and son relying on each other. The son had been conscripted into the army to fight in a war, and having gone off, he never returned. The elderly mother wept bitterly every day.

Wei Changfeng cast his gaze around at the various generals. He didn't need to ask who else didn't understand; clearly, everyone had figured it out.

Wei Changfeng actually knew that final phrase in the Donghu language; it meant "brave man, hero." Duō Lín saw Wei Changfeng's horse galloping like the wind yet as leisurely as a stroll, hence he praised Xianli as a brave man. Because the Donghu people loved horses as their very lives and regarded them as equals, a fine horse likewise earned one the title of brave man.

"Audacious! What an arrogant wretch, daring to act so presumptuously before this old man!" Third Grandpa Hu suddenly waved his hand. Han Rufeng felt an immensely powerful force strike his body, nearly knocking him out of the house.

In the evening, the old Taoist charlatan bummed a meal at my house before heading back with Daduzi. Before leaving, he gave me a thousand yuan, telling me to buy nutritional supplements, and also instructed me not to rush back to work until my injuries were fully healed, after which he left with Daduzi.

At that moment, a "pop" sound came from outside, accompanied by vibrations all around, and the outside instantly grew much quieter.

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