Volume 1, Chapter 39: I Only Care About My Heart

Seeing her heavy-footed gait, Shen Qingli realized she must be exhausted, so she knelt down to lift the hem of her fur coat.

Silver finally understood just how profound the old man’s wisdom was! To be able to foresee events so far into the future—the old man’s predictive capabilities were peerless. What kind of unfathomable level must his cultivation have reached?

Though Ye Shanghan preferred not to judge a book by its cover, the bald man’s coarse features and attire made it clear that he was no gentleman.

Xiang Wanyi and Shen Qingxin exchanged a helpless glance at Tang Banzi’s lack of decorum, ultimately having to invite everyone inside to take their seats as the hosts.

In the end, having no other choice, I reached a compromise with Tanghulu: it would usually rest by my ear, and I would only take it in my hand when needed.

The basketball soared over Feng Luze’s outstretched, blocking hand, banking off the backboard and into the hoop despite his slightly feeble attempt to stop it.

Normally, such tasks were handled by the armed police overseeing the labor reform mines. For reasons unknown, the higher-ups had assigned the fugitive search mission directly to the SWAT team this time.

Lan Duo said this as he stood up from the floor, scooped up the basketball with his left hand, and dribbled it to the free-throw line.

And so, the Mauser pistol was first handed to Regiment Commander Yuan Yigang, and then passed from him to the leaders of the Garrison District. As the weapon changed hands, Ma Changkun’s experiences and story became known to more people within the inner circles.

Tang’er wanted to help this guy for several reasons: she felt he was truly hardworking, she was curious, she desperately wanted to get out, and she still remembered who had held her and saved her before.

Zoyi also realized that the old man in red crystal was difficult to deal with, so she called out the names of Mo Lang and the others, whom she had met before and knew were not ordinary people, hoping to intimidate the old man and make him retreat.

As he spoke, he took a few more puffs with satisfaction and said, "You aren't a reporter, are you? Looking for a scoop? Or trying to act the hero? Or perhaps you're planning to write a letter of complaint and submit it?"

Ren Pindi did not know how things were going for Kirito, but things certainly didn't look good on his end. The Blood Oath's DPS—the highest among all the groups—were all on the opposing side, while Ren Pindi, the Main Tank capable of near-perfect coordination with them to prevent casualties, had been separated onto this side.

"Don't worry, my skills are excellent; I won't let you fall," Ye Tianyu said with a smile, a joyful arc lifting the corners of his lips. As he rode the bicycle carrying Wen Jing along the road, he kept his pace very slow, allowing Wen Jing to enjoy the breeze and the pleasant atmosphere.

It was hard to justify not spending their first Christmas together after marriage. Lost in her own thoughts as she pondered it, she didn't hear what Mother Wen was saying until she had called out her name several times.

The concealment was effective, but the temperature inside the cave was far too low; even with their high-quality gear, the men were shivering uncontrollably.

Yet, even if she believed herself to be Wen Jing, what of it? The past remained vivid in her mind; she could not forget it. Night after night, she was plagued by nightmares, hearing the sound of gunfire and the amplified echoes from the laboratory.

Although it was merely a guess, Lin had accidentally struck a nerve, successfully unsettling Sakuya with his conjecture.

Zhang Tiansong declared loudly, "The three Island Masters should go on ahead; I will hold back this sea monster!" Before the words had even faded, he had already leapt from the flying vessel, charging headlong to meet the giant tentacles that whistled through the air.

Opening the door to Interrogation Room No. 2, Nie Yun immediately saw that the room covered about forty or fifty square meters—quite large, yet incredibly sparse. Inside, there was only an iron table, and the walls and floor were encased in sheet metal, giving it a monotonous appearance.