Chapter 64: Lodging a Complaint

Otherwise, how could all the livestock that died at the village chief’s house have turned their heads in unison toward the well? If there hadn’t been something wrong with the well, how could Boss Li be sitting here so calmly, chatting as though nothing had happened? This young man was a businessman, after all—what situation hadn’t he seen before? If he were to lay all his thoughts bare and let others grasp his weak spot, life wouldn’t be easy in the days to come.

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The Peacock finally stepped into the room. As he entered, his hand slipped into his sleeve, his fingertips brushing against the Peacock Plume. At the same time, a great cauldron sank into the spiritual vein below. With a slight tremor, it forcefully suppressed the nearly out-of-control spiritual energy, releasing an immense suction power. Swathes of spiritual energy, along with the Soul-Eating Insects, were instantly swallowed within, and in the blink of an eye, refined to nothing. This was none other than the Heaven and Earth Cauldron, a treasured artifact of the Immortal Alliance.

"Grandfather!" Liu Qing grew anxious and wanted to speak, but seeing Liu Yun’s solemn expression, could only stamp her foot in frustration and retreat to the inner hall to hide. Upon witnessing this, Liu Yun drew a deep breath, then walked to the entrance of the residence and dispelled the barriers.

After the establishment of each foreign trade company, leveraging the connections of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, each company, following proper procedures, would surely obtain a large share of export quotas.

Not bothering with empty words, Bai Zichuan picked up a broom and unleashed the Rising Dragon Strike. Sun Guang, completely immobilized, saw only a dark blur sweep past, a flickering broom silhouette flashing before him, followed by a crisp, ringing sound.

The male host had emceed countless New Year’s shows and could be considered quite professional. This time, knowing the popular Gu Anhao would be joining them, he was delighted for days.

"Cheers." Bai Zichuan poured cocktails into two empty glasses, took one for himself, and handed the other to Nan Mo.

Countless realizations and changes surged through Zhang Zhiping’s mind, gradually refining his spirit, making it ever smoother and more receptive. Every thought was under his control. In an instant, countless thoughts were born and perished, yet no matter how many distractions arose, each was contained within the cycle of his mental state.

When the movie began and the lights dimmed, only the faint glow from the silver screen remained, unable to illuminate every corner.

Only Lin Chong and Fujimiya knew the truth: Dr. Inamori’s soul was indeed controlled by the force summoned by Ruin, and there was no escaping Fujimiya’s role as bait.

Lu Fan spoke lightly, as if the hundred thousand energy crystals were of no consequence—he allocated them as easily as if they cost nothing at all.

Thus, this meeting included not only the leaders of various military districts but also representatives from the State Grid, communications departments, logistics, and others.

"What response has Silla or Han Xifan, the military governor of Hexi, given?" Yang Yue asked again, hoping for peace in Bohai and no worries at home while waging war in the northwest.

Though Matsumoto Yeki misspoke, the effect was still quite good. One look at Wang Kunnan’s liver-colored face said it all.

This credential was issued by the Ministry of State Security, not the State Security Bureau—in other words, Lin Huan came from the capital.

Looking toward Lu Yuan, he noticed that his attire had changed to another brand, no longer the previous Wanjie Fashion.

This was Liu Yuxi’s cleverness; when it came to matters of the heart, it was best to let things take their natural course. Forcing them only led to disappointment.

Yifan had fought many experts at the late and peak stages of the Cave Profound Realm, but never before had he encountered someone with such formidable true energy.

Following behind him, Ling Ce kept pace, grasping a pitch-black spear. His whole being radiated arrogance, like a peerless blade with its sharpness unconcealed.

Clearly, even the sudden surge of icy power was enough to make beast-spirits in human form wary, none daring to challenge it head-on.