Chapter 124: A Helping Hand

The scene spiraled out of control, a truly chilling sight. The stench of blood hung heavy in the air, enough to turn one’s stomach. Had I not witnessed it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that a waterfall could possess such lethal power. In light of this, Qin Yunhao’s plan to reunite with us by crossing the falls was nothing short of an impossible feat. Seeing this, my mind went blank...

Zhuo Lingzhao leaped toward the deep abyss, then suddenly let out a long sigh toward the heavens. As tears fell, he whispered softly, "May I be a swordsman once more in the next life!" A flash of sword energy erupted, yet it was directed at his own body.

Although the highest palace of the Zhao King’s court sat atop a platform over a hundred feet high, it was surrounded by massive city walls, making it nearly impossible to see the scenery beyond.

Having successfully triggered the "Ten Thousand Mile Instant" technique to escape the pursuit of that expert, Jian Yi dared not relax for a moment. Struggling to his feet, he hastily set up a simple defensive formation around the cave.

Qin Zhonghai ordered his men to drag Wu Chang away, but feeling it was not enough, he asked, "What about his private secretary?" Lieutenant Li shouted, "Bring the corrupt official’s secretary here!" Before long, the men hauled over a man with a sharp, monkey-like face—it was indeed the secretary.

Though the young man wore the attire of a scholar, his eyes were a deep, brownish-hazel. His features were sharply defined, his nose hooked like an eagle’s beak. Though his tied-back hair was as dark as lacquer, a closer look suggested that the blackness was merely a stain.

Bu Jingyun remained silent, his gaze fixed on the black mist where the master of the dark eyes resided. He seemed to be listening intently to the story about to be told—a sorrowful tale.

For Zhuo Yiting, the events of that day would be unforgettable for as long as she lived. Only that morning, her father had been swearing that once Deputy Mayor Su was promoted, he would achieve this and that.

"That depends on how it's done," Jian Yi said, glancing around. He picked up a blank sheet of paper from the table, leaned over, and began to draw with focused intensity.

In the midst of that clamor, the silver light-blades were scattered like startled waterbirds, shooting toward the sky to the left of Xiao Wen. The scene, already chaotic, now descended into total disarray.

"Grand Commander!" the generals cried out in a mixture of shock and joy. Standing behind them was a burly man like an iron tower, his square face etched with the weariness of the world. It was none other than the "Dragon-Hand Grand Commander" and "Heir of Tianshan," Wu Dingyuan. His iron hand, clamped like a giant vice, held Xiong Jun fast, leaving him unable to move.

Gu Rongyan hung up the phone, leaving Jing Fei staring at the receiver in silence. With Gu Ran gone abroad, who was left to watch? Old Master Gu?

This chef’s noodles were a culinary masterpiece. If he hadn't rescued this talented cook years ago while leading a secret mission in Southeast Asia, he likely wouldn't have the opportunity now to sit here with Su Su and the others.

Hearing Ye Tiancheng say this, Shi Shangfei was filled with immediate regret, lamenting that he had asked for too little—he should have demanded fifty thousand per unit.

The next morning, sunlight spilled through the window onto the hospital bed, where a shape bundled like a silkworm cocoon lay beneath the pristine white quilt.

Su Yunyao quickly tucked the pre-prepared note into Zisu’s sleeve, then lay back down, feigning weakness as she rolled out of bed.

As Xie Qinyin spoke, she suddenly let out a cry of alarm. Like someone struck by lightning, she recoiled violently, staring at Yu Tang as if she had seen a ghost.

Song Chenyu appeared at the school gate, grabbing Lu Tian with a rare, gloomy expression on his face.

"Even if it’s not his child, he probably cares about her," Jian Yu muttered. Already prone to anxiety and harboring feelings for Zhang Fang, she turned to leave the moment she witnessed such a scene.

Though he was only a manager at the Ding Corporation, he took home a six-figure salary every month. With his various side incomes, he earned at least one hundred thousand a month, and the network of people he could access was far beyond that of an ordinary person.