Chapter 57: No Problem

However, the young man handling this matter seemed rather youthful, yet his strength was astonishing. I was utterly bewildered for a moment, then managed to ask, “Do you have any gauze at home? I can help you bandage it.” It was merely a casual remark, but the old man pointed with one hand, leaving Meng Lianqiao no choice but to step forward and assist. I stood by, my gaze momentarily vacant, not daring to make any rash moves.

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Zhang Chen’s primary objective was, of course, the Upper East District. This place had become synonymous with the ultra-wealthy; those who owned mansions in Upper East City were almost invariably the true elites of American society.

“Hiss... Roar!” The Fire Phoenix and Golden Dragon called to each other, their silhouettes darting past, making all the medicinal herbs and ancient texts in the room swirl into the air before scattering across the floor.

After a while, I faintly sensed a chilling aura behind me. Looking closely, I realized it was the three American swordsmen and the three dragons from the east gate earlier. This time I understood—the previous attack had been neutralized by the dragons’ breath.

It was only when the old man shouted that everyone snapped out of their daze. A middle-aged man hurriedly pulled out his phone and dialed 911.

Bai Shu flicked out the A Card, using the privilege for the second time to demand that the Freedom Fund Organization open their system and conduct a thorough investigation into the matter.

Because of this, those who didn’t understand could only scoff and complain about such an open, privacy-lacking style of decor.

Sure enough, after Zhao Kang finished up, both Dian Wei and Huang Zhong said they, too, felt a strange power swirling around them.

The last question seemed almost redundant to Han Yan. If Zhuge Gui had already been buried, wouldn’t the mourning decorations have been removed long ago? Such a lapse in composure—Han Yan could not even fathom what he was thinking anymore.

It was already deep into the night. The number of patrolling soldiers dwindled, and since the Xiaoling Mausoleum had been guarded by the Xiaoling Watch, hardly anyone dared to cause trouble here. So, apart from those required to patrol and those passing the night with drinking and gambling, the soldiers had long since gone to bed.

Although he was not the one to set the fire, Han Yan was nevertheless the mastermind. Mentioning the matter again, his expression naturally soured.

Zhou Xiuyue’s decision was to first ask Zhou Lizhang to arrange a marriage, but the proposed match was between Zhou Xiuyue and Qiao Siwan, not the Prince of Zhen’s heir and Princess Anzhou.

Two days later, all the bodies in Dragon Valley were disposed of and buried deep within the forested mountains.

Chu Yang flew toward Demon City, arriving at the foot of the Thousand-Fathom Mountain. There, he was stunned by the sight—the mountain had once again changed since the last time he saw it.

Qin Xiao had already suspected the old man was either rich or powerful, but standing in front of this mansion, he couldn’t help but sigh—so this was what a prestigious family looked like.

Each round involved projects worth hundreds of millions, yet there was only a few tens of millions in cash flow, sometimes not even that.

The gentleman was always like this—unhurried, calm and composed, yet for some reason, his demeanor always reassured others.

The delicacies brought back from the Ten Thousand Teahouse were handed over to Vanilla and Suyue for the maids to enjoy, while Qiao Siwan and Zhou Xiuyue withdrew into a private chamber to review the latest news.

Still missing a day: Are you implying this was an event planned by our team or something?

Qiao Siwan did not blame Zhou Xiuyue for being moved. Some things cannot be accomplished by yielding alone. As Zhou Xiuyue said, “Some people only learn their lesson after being taught one,” and Sun Qingwen was exactly that kind of person.

On the way, Qin Ming kept pondering why the Shrek Seven were so formidable.

That infuriating habit of acting disinterested while desperately wanting something, waiting for others to coax and flatter her before she would accept—it was something Ruotang would never indulge.

With her persistent expression, the Divine Doctor Huangfu was tempted to leave her to her own devices, but worry gnawed at him that she might jump off the wall in a fit of stubbornness. In the end, he could only glare at her in frustration, stride quickly over, and open the door.