Volume One, Chapter 15: Truly Troublesome

“No, it’s the chief who’s afraid!” Yan Wanshan retorted firmly, his eyes never leaving Zhang Jiaming.

“All right, it’s quite late now. You should head back and rest early; you still have a flight to catch tomorrow,” Xu Yaran said as she opened the car door, ready to leave at any moment.

The black water snake instantly froze, even the splashing droplets solidified, transforming into a beautiful ice sculpture.

Without much idle talk or formalities, Balie steadied his stance, tightened his grip, and with a swift motion, his bronze staff shot forward, aiming straight at Gu Fan’s forehead.

Resources, population, and food could all be stored here. The natural water network around SQ Village served as an impenetrable barrier against the zombies. Even if millions of zombies attacked, Zhang Jiaming could use intelligence and the complex terrain to annihilate them completely.

Ji Fa, who had initially paid little attention, felt a chill upon seeing the savage expression on those people’s faces.

Although the Demon Emperor Auden commanded the army, he disliked leading troops into battle; his sole desire was to directly eliminate the Dragon Fist brothers.

Early the next morning, Yu Feng was roused by a knock at the door. Hastily rising from bed, he opened it to find someone he recognized—one of Du Yuesong’s men, to whom Yu Feng had entrusted a magic stone last time.

Comfortably seated on the soft sofa, the only light in the room came from a small fluorescent lamp behind the old master, casting a dim glow. This effect made the old master’s silhouette appear especially tall and imposing, like a mafia boss, exuding an eerie aura.

The man set down the bucket, stepped back a few paces, and retreated into the darkness beyond the lamp’s glow.

At that moment, hearing the Tiger Demon King Linchuan call his wife a “bitch” repeatedly, he recalled Jing Yan’s words to him. When you lack strength, what can you do if your enemy insults those you care about?

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The method of control was simple: by using mental will to suppress the opponent’s innate instincts, one could seize control over their body.

She thought that Zhou Yi, having just graduated high school, was quite knowledgeable. If he had the opportunity to attend university, perhaps he would have been more accomplished than herself.

Chu Jianlai was unaware that his image had already been broadcast live on the aerial city’s media platform. Whether on residents’ home televisions or the large screens in shopping malls, Chu Jianlai’s image was being streamed.

Only after a thorough inspection by the guards were the invited guests allowed to enter the archway space.

This surprised Lan Xingyu greatly. It was known that due to his experiences in Van Gogh’s world, Yibo was very wary of humans, let alone letting someone like Bozi handle him.

Chen Shang threw over a dozen punches at Xu Qing, even delivering a flying kick aimed at his groin. Yet Xu Qing neither took a step back nor blinked.

The distant cries for help faded completely. Li Haoyu swallowed the piece of chocolate, which was overly sweet and made his already hoarse throat even harder to use. His words got stuck, unable to rise or fall.

Seeing that Jian Yi and his group had already left, Lan Xingyu asked Tony, “Tony, when did you become a special advisor to the Shield Bureau?” Lan Xingyu was curious.

Frankie knew Ian was right but could only snort in frustration, awkwardly turning away to sit alone.

Tangka laughed, noting that the combined efforts of the underworld and law enforcement had borne fruit. The “Lin-Ji-Zhang Alliance” using underworld figures as an “invisible hand” had been thoroughly dismantled.

Along the way, Hu Yao accompanied his mother-in-law in conversation, though mostly listening to her talk about her research. Terms like active enzymes, amino acid content, and chlorophyll baffled him, so he merely nodded along like a roly-poly toy, amusing Yiminjiao who watched nearby.

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After struggling to the front row, they saw that the street outside the General’s Mansion was already sealed off with martial law. Hundreds of soldiers had set up roadblocks, surrounding the mansion tightly, not allowing even a fly to escape.

A beautiful piano melody began echoing in Zhang Kun’s mind—sunlit, youthful, vibrant, and full of energy.

Returning to the main hall, Mei Zhichen left the Golden Guards outside, bringing only two deputies with him to enter and converse with Ji Chengche.

Liu Yuzhi was rather cheerful, chatting non-stop about Gao Ling’s official and unofficial histories. The other smiled foolishly, occasionally interjecting. The two were thoroughly enjoying their conversation.

“Yes!” Putting aside the panting Naruto Uzumaki for the moment, Haruno Sakura shifted her attention to Rin Nohara.

Choosing Yimin was his best choice. Ge Yi was not someone content with a mundane life; otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone into politics. So Hu Yao could never choose her. This was something Hu Yao had understood from the start.

“Hahaha, Third Young Master, do you know what it means to court death?” Hu Yao asked with a grin, watching the embarrassed Qi Gujia. This guy’s behavior suggested he had a tough road ahead, especially with his jittery eyes darting around.