Chapter Ninety-Three: A Glutton?

Wang Heng blinked at him, astonished. “They—” Were they really bold enough to mean to murder Yang Rui?

That was the Crown Prince of Qi, the emperor’s legitimate eldest grandson.

For the sake of imperial dignity alone, or for the bond between grandfather and grandson, the emperor would never spare those people.

Even if some of them were loyal aides of the Prince of Chu, or even of Chu himself.

The emperor might be wary of Yang Chong and elevate Yang Yi to contend with him, but he would never allow outsiders to meddle in a brother’s quarrel.

“Whether it is the present development of the Ever-Victorious Empire or the situation on the Australian continent, I believe everyone already has a clear understanding,” the Ninth Brother said, seeing Mi Du looking at him, and then took up the thread.

Li Shuang shook his head helplessly. Indeed, just as Ban Diaochun had guessed, he had no way to slide straight down. If he fell directly into the rising blood in the pipeline, he had no confidence that he could keep himself afloat the entire time without inhaling any minced flesh.

“Understood, Master. Mission guaranteed.” The robot Big Yellow walked expressionlessly toward Yin Nanfei.

“Can we ever meet again?” Kang Qiao suddenly felt a pang of reluctance, and the words left her mouth in unwilling pursuit.

“Ninth Brother, to be honest, I cannot satisfy this request. Setting aside the fact that I do not know it, even if I did, do you really think the value of this information is so low?” Zuo Qiu Lingyun looked at the Ninth Brother and said.

His bottom line was simple: his family must not interfere in his life, and those he cared about must not be harmed.

Knowing that death awaited him, the terror of the Heavenly Capital’s high-level pursuit and their true strength still led this ordinary black-masked member of the Heavenly Capital to choose death rather than betrayal. Otherwise, what awaited him would surely be torment of both body and soul; better to die outright.

“All right!” Wang Guohong neatly packed up the dessert and handed it to the customer, then hurried off to serve another. There were too many customers; he was busy without a moment to touch the ground, not even having time to drink a mouthful of water.

“Should we go back and take another look? Leaving them behind like this doesn’t seem right either,” Tong Mei said.

Lu Anning looked again at the man beside Lin Xiyan. He was outstanding, imposing, his features severe and sharp. Even while radiating overbearing presence, he was still able to lavish every kind of attention on Lin Xiyan. He must like her very much, she thought.

Along the way, Ye Xin kept teaching You Yitian the tricks of speech. Before they knew it, they had already arrived in the great hall.

At the very least, when he first met Rakafir, their meeting place happened to be not far from the Endless Abyss.

I do not know whether he had money to burn or was simply bored and looking for amusement. In any case, his expression was no different from that of most men who came to spend money in bars, and nothing unusual could be seen.

Using magical energy and battle qi clearly was not suitable. You Yitian could tell that the Star Angel’s constitution was exceedingly peculiar; ordinary magical energy or battle qi would be of no help at all.

Li Song returned to the Xuanshu Manor, where Yunxiao was already waiting outside to greet him. Li Song raised a hand and released the true spirits of Qiongxiao and Bixiao. Qiongxiao and Bixiao flew around Yunxiao for a while before coming to rest upon her palm.

In the cafe, Yang Qingluo, stunned for a few seconds, came to her senses and immediately followed after Luo Jingyang.

Having learned of this result, the Tu Shan matriarch was naturally furious. Yet now she did not dare strike lightly; at most, she vented her anger upon the King of Zhou, allowing Da Ji to wreak even more havoc on his realm.

The others need not be described in detail; they were all proper enough, drinking tea, accepting Fourth Zhen’s filial gift, and then offering her a meeting present.

No sooner had Song finished speaking than the wheel staff in his hand ceased moving. A flash of light passed, and on the platform there appeared nineteen horizontal lines and nineteen vertical lines intertwined together, clearly a chessboard.

“Alas, don’t ask anymore. We are just servants for others, aren’t we? I told him long ago that there would be a departmental meeting, but until now he still hasn’t come back, and I’ll have to go fetch him myself.”