Volume 1, Chapter 41: Could There Be an Illegitimate Child?

"Stop right there! I'm not finished with you!" Wu Liangcai, infuriated by Ye Tian's indifferent attitude, clamored, threatening to make him pay.

Though both men exchanged perfunctory words, each was well aware of the other's true intentions. Xu Ziyang, assuming Ye Tian had no memory of being drugged, was already calculating how much more to administer to ensure Ye Tian would be completely at his mercy.

"It seems they have split into two forces," Xiahou Dun said with a grave expression. "One has taken Rencheng, while the other has joined Xu He's troops and marched directly to Dongping. Not only are they exerting pressure on Yanzhou from both the north and south, but they also intend to link up with the Black Mountain Bandits to the west."

"That is a bit excessive, wouldn't you say, Madam? I just heard you call his sapphire a fake, and your son called him a murderer. As adults, you should both know that some things cannot be said so lightly," Lin Jingran explained with great patience.

He was waiting for the government to finish seizing the Zhou brothers' coal mines and coking plants before making his move. This time, he hired professionals from 'Mayflower.' The hitmen he hired last time for three hundred thousand were too incompetent; this time, he was prepared to shell out six million for a sniper to execute Zhou Tie-zhu and Zhou Yun-fei directly, wiping the brothers out once and for all.

Liu Feng spat a soft curse. His Primal Chaos Golden Qi and Life Essence were attacking the 'Origin Spirit Stellar Fire' uncontrollably, and now, to his horror, his very own 'Dao Rhyme' was autonomously attacking the Dao-Forging Stone.

Ye Qinglan arched her delicate brows and replied in a low voice, "You should be asking me if I managed to make her cough up blood in anger," her tone dripping with unbridled pride.

Perhaps Cai Que really was a lucky star for Wuchang. After the two began living together, Wuchang clearly felt that his life had suddenly become much smoother.

After finishing their meal, they packed the trash into plastic bags and threw them into a distant bin. The three of them, full and satisfied, exchanged looks after having finished their fruit and tea. Seeing each other's eyes drooping and mouths stretched wide in constant yawns, they all shared the same deep sense of drowsiness.

Because of his timely intervention, An Ran, who was just about to voice a dissenting opinion, pursed her lips in regret and continued to watch him, silently urging him to go on.

Remembering the instructions her grandfather had given her, Yun Zhiyan felt a complex array of emotions swirling within her.

A sound of air being pierced rang out as the arrow shot toward the high wall like a flash of lightning.

This beast, known as 'Lu,' was fond of eating humans, often consuming thousands at a time; it was incredibly gluttonous.

*Boom!* Just as everyone had retreated a hundred meters, the Swordfish Commander exploded like a bomb. Beyond the massive blast wave that sent everyone flying, a vast expanse of long, needle-like spines was launched in all directions at that very instant.

Unexpectedly, after hearing my explanation, Qin Youran, who should have been hesitant, gave me an answer without a second thought.

Another day at noon, while Dongfang Xuan and his companions were eating and chatting idly, they suddenly heard a commotion coming from the rear.

The chemistry teacher was a chubby, middle-aged man with a very gentle temper and a perpetual smile; his students were always emboldened to act up in his class.

A horrific, bloody hole appeared on his forehead, from which blood and brain matter surged forth.

After muttering a low curse, Jelland glanced at the battlefield where Zheng Ming had committed a large number of his elites with little progress to show for it. After signaling the rear of the army to hold their ground, he descended toward the battlefield where Arthur was fighting.

The senior executives and top-tier technical experts present maintained a serious, upright posture on the surface, but beneath the tables, their fingers were flying, tapping away at their phone screens to share the latest discovery with their friends, happily swimming in an ocean of gossip.

It was only because the teachers at the school were doing everything in their power to keep the parents from making a scene that they remained silent.

This was due to Itachi's flexible mind and combat awareness. Itachi's brilliance never lay in earth-shattering ninjutsu, but in his ability to adapt and think his way out of desperate situations.

The process was actually quite brief; from the start of the hijacking to the final neutralization, it took no more than five minutes. One air marshal was killed, one hijacker died, and no one else was injured—everyone else was safe and sound.

"What's the use of saying all this now? As for what really happened, I think it's best to call Chen Feng here and confront him face-to-face. That's the only way to get to the bottom of this," Fitch cursed.

She curled up in the corner like an infant, her knees pressed against her chin. Her face was wet, and her misty eyes were unfocused and distraught.

Before the axe-wielding brute of flesh and blood could crush the skeleton, an arrow struck him between the brows, and he collapsed, helpless.

To cultivate to the realm of a God King requires hundreds or thousands of years of accumulation, destiny, and fortuitous encounters. Yet, for a God King to fall into the demonic path—that is but a single night's work, enough to doom one to eternal darkness for generations to come.

Chen An didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He rushed to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water to help his mother take her blood pressure medication. After sitting down, he stared at Dede and told her that his father hadn't smiled because he approved of her.

At that moment, the corners of the white-clad youth's mouth curled into a faint arc. Smiling slightly, he remained with his eyes closed and asked, "How is it?" The boy's voice was like the tinkling of a flowing stream, drifting leisurely through the quiet night, calm and composed.