Chapter 45: Southern Overlord Resorts to Petty Tricks

Ping'an County.
Mingyuan Garden Residential Area.
In Zhang Qianqian's living room.
Two bowls of egg fried rice sat on the dining table.
"Big brother, tomorrow you go and make trouble for Wang Peng, just say you got diarrhea from eating his fried rice," Zhang Qianqian said.
"Hmph! How dare he bully a child of the Zhang family? I'll smash his signboard to pieces!" Zhang's mother, Huang Xueli, said through gritted teeth.
Zhang Wentao wore a grievance-filled expression, cautiously observing the expression of his old man, Zhang Chenggong.
Zhang Chenggong was in his forties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and an air of righteousness.
If a stranger met him for the first time, they would certainly never equate him with the title "Overlord of the South."
"I've investigated clearly, it was you who harassed Wang Peng's cousin first," he stared at Zhang Wentao with utter disgust.
Xu Qianqian remained concealed behind the divine statue sculpture, quietly watching this scene unfold. For humans, this could be considered a human tragedy.
"Then why didn't you come earlier and tell us? Do you have some other ideas?" I continued.
Seeing his playful expression, I knew the matter couldn't possibly be as simple as I had imagined. Although I wasn't sure if he knew my identity, I still couldn't go with them. After all, I knew that schemes and swindles weren't just played by ordinary tricksters; these professionally trained guys had mastered such tactics effortlessly.
"Of course you can, esteemed senior brothers, please look." With a casual wave of his hand, a thud was heard as a stream of black light abruptly rose from the ground. "This is?" One of the disciples widened his eyes in shock; obviously, this demonic beast quietly lying on the ground was something he had never seen before.

"Qiqi, do you believe in heaven?" Xia Xue rested her chin in her hand, saying with a hint of melancholy.
Even until the moment of their death, they couldn't manage to launch a single attack. All their battle qi was dedicated to defense, yet it still failed to withstand the concentrated fire of the 20mm autocannons.
"However, since this thing was found in Senior Ye's territory, we must first consult Senior Ye's wishes before making a decision." After a moment of contemplation, Xingchen decided to first remove it from the demonic beast cave before making further plans.
Xu Qianqian couldn't help but inwardly scoff—if they truly wanted to avoid pointless slaughter, they simply shouldn't have sent the goblin army in the first place. After all, once a city was destroyed, ordinary human civilians had no chance of survival anyway.
"O-okay." Hyacinth adjusted her large feathered hat. At this moment, she wore a white shirt under a golden-brown knitted wool vest, pure white tight pants paired with coffee-colored high heels, and draped behind her was a cloak reaching her waist that covered her left shoulder.
On one hand, she felt proud of the sect's strength, and on the other, she was astonished on Eland's behalf.
Watching the young person blankly staring at a large tree, the man raised an eyebrow and walked over. Was this girl starting to act obedient now?
Her spiritual power was simply impossible to decline at such a rapid pace. Even if her days were numbered and her spiritual power was fading, calculating from the time she first noticed her body's abnormality a few months ago, she should still have about seventy percent of her spiritual power remaining, and it certainly shouldn't have vanished completely.
Lu Sheng's brow slightly furrowed, yet Zhao羽's body unexpectedly swelled slightly, with veins bulging all over the surface of his skin, looking rather terrifying.
Upon receiving the order from the Allied Forces Command, they directly mobilized tens of millions of elite troops, not to mention countless pieces of heavy equipment.
Yet amidst the public outcry, people discovered that the entire Jiuzhou railway system had been virtually paralyzed for several days.
When she hung up the phone, Sister Hong's gaze became even stranger, but she didn't ask further. Because when certain things exceed the realm of conventional understanding, continuing to ask questions is meaningless—much like how when everyone is calculating what one hundred yuan can buy, if someone suddenly asks what one billion can do, the question deserves no answer.
Awakening the divine statue required being within a hundred meters of it. Zhao Yu didn't hesitate, hurriedly rushing to the foot of the statue while chanting incantations.
Although there was a week's time, once the weekend passed, classes would resume, leaving very little time to conceive the plot.

During this period, everything done by the Golden Triangle Private Security Company at Cam Ranh Bay had nothing to do with the Vietnamese government, and they would bear the risks and responsibilities themselves.
However, safe though it was, in a sense her situation also seemed even more precarious. As that carp swam further and further upward, a strange sense of anticipation and satisfaction filled her heart, giving her a thrilling sensation that made her want to cry out.
"It's on the decorations!" Far below in the audience, Yu Zilan, wearing a pink bikini, shouted out in support upon seeing that Ding Mu had victory securely in hand.
Erina picked up her chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, and finally tasted a mouthful of the fried rice with a knitted brow.
Night Owl was well-triumphant in understanding the internal cultivation methods and ultimate martial arts of the leaders of the Eight Great Sects. The Beggar Sect Leader possessed the highest internal cultivation among them, and the system had also bestowed upon him the Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms, a technique capable of instantly killing opponents of the same level. If he were to fight the Beggar Sect Leader head-on right now, Night Owl stood not a single chance.
After passing through the portal, his vision blurred slightly. When the scene before his eyes cleared up, Night Owl found himself standing on a patch of ground emitting a yellow glow.
At this point, Tang Meng was pondering another question. He recalled the first time he met the Vian Knight, who was galloping on horseback through the streets. So the question arose.
In short, Erina's bizarre metaphors were famous for their venomous tongue in District 11. Many chefs had been scolded by her to the point of complete mental breakdown, and some even lost their confidence entirely and quit being chefs.
Meanwhile, among the marshals, there was also a saying: "Better provoke the Dragon Emperor, never provoke Ziyin." Offending the Dragon Emperor wasn't terrible; given the Dragon Emperor's gentle and magnanimous personality, he generally wouldn't fuss over trifles with you. But if you made Long Ziyin unhappy, the Dragon Emperor guaranteed he would teach you how to behave in a matter of minutes.
Watching the store manager rudely inserting himself between the two of them, Bai Ye apologized with a hint of awkwardness. He had simply not seen such a realistic cosplay in a long time, so his reaction was inevitably a bit over-the-top.
At this time, no matter how much Leng Kun pitied his white moonlight, it was useless—unless he no longer wanted the position beneath his backside and preferred to leave behind a legacy of being a muddle-headed ruler.