Selling the Fried Rice Cart

At the Wang Family residence in Xiaowang Village, a van pulled up, and several female police officers stepped out.

Working together, they subdued Li Guifen, forcibly dressed her, and escorted her into the police car.

Obstructing official duties coupled with assaulting a responding officer—Wang Peng was not entirely familiar with current laws, but administrative detention was unavoidable.

Wang Song, having been invited away by the police, stood outside the main gate and shouted, "Wang Peng, this is not over. You just wait."

"Do you want to go to the police station for a cup of tea as well? Do you?" Deputy Station Chief Lin Dong asked with a stern and forbidding countenance.

Wang Song decisively backed down, daring not utter another word, and left dejectedly with his three children.

Du Lei continued to taunt them, "Go back and swallow your regrets. If you had treated Brother Peng better back then, you guys would now..."

In truth, Cui Bin had never intended for his parents to become titans of commerce; he merely wanted to find something for them to occupy their time. To his slight surprise, his parents turned out to have extraordinary talent in this field, requiring no worry on his part whatsoever.

Only then did Ye Tianze understand why, despite causing such a massive commotion earlier, the three tower masters had never stepped forward. While citing saving face seemed plausible on the surface, it was ultimately somewhat unreasonable.

Night One did not say anything further, but directly transformed back into a human form, which left Liu Tian somewhat exasperated.

Accompanied by a series of dull thuds, apart from Wang Lan and Xiu Yifeng, the remaining five suffered severe injuries one after another, leaving them with no further combat capability.

"My name is Frank Castle, you can call me Frank..." Frank said to Liu Ying.

Regarding this request of his, after layers of rigorous review, the military authorities ultimately consented. After all, the man himself was not a heinous villain; had this incident not occurred, he might still have been their comrade fighting shoulder to shoulder at that moment.

This grueling battle made Yuan Hong mature a great deal. He knew his own strength was formidable, but when it came to truly commanding an army of a million, he was still far too inexperienced.

Madam Yan absentmindedly finished managing the household chores, sat down to drink two or three cups of tea, and sighed deeply several times. She instructed a servant to go and check what the Fifth Master was busy with, and if he had some free time, to invite him over as she had a few matters she wished to consult him about.

"Is there any place in this city that rents out immortal-cave dwellings brimming with spiritual energy?" Seeing that it was growing late, Long Fei asked with a gentle smile.

After finishing their prayers and incense, Madam Yan, Mrs. Xu, and Li Dong emerged and headed to the quiet room in the back to enjoy a cup of tea before returning.

Soon, the sound of applause grew louder and louder. Presumably, those refugees who had previously engaged in slacking off joined in with varying degrees of shame, followed even by the able-bodied young men of Zheng Township.

The young man lying in a pool of blood barely managed to prop up his upper body, but before he could fully stand, he collapsed back down with a dull thud.

Qi Er felt that if Liu Yunfeng and Qi Liancheng knew of his thoughts at that moment, they would certainly be in hearty agreement.

Lingzi hailed a taxi. Initially, the driver refused to allow the pigeon inside the cabin, but Lingzi merely flashed a slight smile at the driver, and he changed his mind on the spot.

Watching Jiang Guoshan turn and leave, some of the proud and haughty individuals in the hall could not help but curl their lips in secret disdain.

After Conan and the others left, Lingzi dialed the cell phone number of the man who had lent her his bicycle earlier.

Before him, Subai was bound tightly to a chair, her eyes glaring fiercely, shooting a look full of murderous intent at Lu Yuanchong.

As facts proved, Wang Shangde not only had no intention of issuing market access passes to Lü Kuang and his associates, but he actually looked down upon these merchants altogether, dismissing Lü Kuang's party with just a few curt words.

If it were the first scenario, Lingzi's suspicion could naturally be cleared. Since she had remained with the group the entire time, it would have been impossible for her to transmit messages via a wireless device.

She loosened one hand holding the Daurian lamb's wool, causing the wool to sway twice and Moxi's body to sway along with it.

Moxi checked the time and felt an urge to drop to her knees before Yin Ruojun. The call had already lasted one minute; another two minutes and it would hit three, yet that fellow insisted on hanging up only after one minute and fifty seconds.

That bracelet was indeed connected to her origins, and there was a very high probability it was tied to the very reason she had come here.

"Do you want to help me lighten my burden?" Jing Lichen looked at her with a smile, a hint of mischief lurking at the corners of his lips.

"Damn it, I have a feeling I've been sold?!" Old Fu swept his gaze across the group and muttered under his breath.

Song Ximing's words were half-true and half-false, yet Gu Meng turned her gaze toward Song Ximing because of them, then pointed meaningfully at Lu Wanning sitting beside Guan Chenji.

This was Gu Meng's verdict on Guan Chenji's culinary disasters. Although these dishes looked terrifying to the extreme, they were not quite so inedible as to completely defy consumption.

Why did Yan Youran reappear after vanishing for three years? Why did Guan Chenji look at Yan Youran with such deep resentment inside the restaurant?

"Isn't boxing just a contest of strength? What does it have to do with footwork?" Geng Haoshi chimed in once more.

Xia Zhi tightly embraced Gu Chencheng as well, her hollow heart finally filled to the brim at that moment. She felt that if they could just hold each other like this for a lifetime, she would never grow tired of it.

At that moment, a mortal from the Immortal Realm hurried past them. Judging by his cultivation level, he was at the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Such cultivation would be considered the pinnacle of mastery in the mortal realm, but in the Immortal Realm, it was utterly mundane and unexceptional.

Qin Yuan pondered slightly. Although he had crossed paths once with Wu Ziya, the sect leader of the Soul-Devouring Clan, and had even received praise from him, how could those polite pleasantries be taken as reality? Even if Yi Yuntian were to step forward, it might not be enough to persuade Wu Ziya to hand over that portion of spiritual energy—let alone someone like him, an expelled disciple of the Illusory Sea.

Liu Tao forcibly suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart and called out with a slightly trembling voice. At that instant, all his previous inexplicable timidity vanished into thin air, leaving behind only the overwhelming excitement of a mother and son reuniting, coupled with a lingering trace of guilt.

In the afternoon, Li Xiran took Nuonuo to play at the amusement park for a while. To avoid being disturbed by fans, Li Xiran lavishly rented out the entire amusement park.