Volume 1, Chapter 42: A Frenemy Steals the Prize

With fewer than a thousand enemy island troops scattered across the vast expanse of Mindoro, a single division of the Marine Corps landing on any chosen objective was bound to encounter zero resistance.

Fu Yang drank his tea nonchalantly, his gaze sweeping across the table with a cold sneer as he had already determined the final fate of the person opposite him.

After making all the preparations, Wu Fei gave Mickey Kailan a thumbs-up signal, and Mickey Kailan directly opened the door.

In an instant, every warrior in the two major legions possessed combat power equivalent to the Void Immortal realm, with some boasting even greater strength.

"How much longer can our provisions last?" With the supply lines under attack, Frank was naturally concerned about how long his troops could hold out. After exchanging glances, the two newly promoted generals had the older one lower his voice and reply that they could last for less than ten days.

It was not until the island nation completely occupied Southeast Asia and their rate of advance far exceeded expectations, the Burma Road was severed, and the Chinese battlefield's War of Resistance faced desperate struggles—while同時に German panzers swept across Europe and the American mainland faced the constant threat of fascist blades—that the Americans finally panicked.

"Hey! Tachi, switch to a heavy crossbow!" Manya slapped her forehead as well, because this was by no means any Ice Arrow spell; it was simply a mutated ice ball, albeit of a much darker hue.

In the end, Ling Yun broke free in a flash of light, though he was inevitably stained with feathers and blood, looking thoroughly disheveled.

Chen Feng exposed the matter, and Inonu did not conceal it either, admitting that it was indeed true; however, even so, they lacked the conditions to enter the war.

The white-haired man whispered softly, seemingly talking to himself or murmuring intimately to the red flame in his hand.

Wu Sangui frowned, while Lu Xiangsheng cast a meaningful glance at Li Jiancheng—a mere fleeting look that he made sure no one else noticed.

Now that he had arrived in Silent Hill, he simply had to find a way to enhance his own strength.

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Chengrui nodded sensibly. "Rui'er hasn't seen older brother for a long time either." With that, he bowed to Shen Xueying and his maternal grandfather to take his leave, and followed the wet nurse away.

Therefore, aside from the debt owed to Nangong Pu, Jingzhou's financial situation was not overly strained for the time being. Coupled with the gradually appearing revenues from salt permits, Zhao Fengming felt very optimistic about the first year of the newly established Three Halls.

Meanwhile, Li Long was on the phone with Wang Qi. Initially full of complaints, his temper flared up instantly upon hearing that even a minor scratch would cost tens of thousands in damages.

With that, she hoisted her back basket and walked out. The herb buyer was left in a dilemma, unsure whether he should try to stop her or let her go.

"We owe the Xiahou brothers a life. When the opportunity arises in the future, we must repay it," Hai Jiu said.

Yun Xi clamped her hand over the mouth of the babbling Xiao Mingzhu, pulled her out, closed the door behind them, and dragged her onto the courtyard patio before letting go.

It was rather ironic: the man they called His Majesty was burned alive with no one paying him any mind, and the ones who ultimately put out the fire were this very team sent to suppress the rebellion.

"You should have vanished long ago. Today, I shall grant your wish!" Looking at the headless giant whose baleful aura surged straight into the nine heavens, Xiao Feng said slowly.

In his eyes, if this Zhang Tai's strength truly fell short of his own one day, he might just replace him altogether.

When Han Xuan walked out, the reporters were collectively dumbfounded, not expecting him to be here, and camera flashes immediately erupted all around.

I can understand having such a mindset; after all, King Xianyang has lingered in this world for so long, and in the end, he merely hopes for an early reincarnation. Since even he feels a sense of danger, it seems I truly cannot afford to act recklessly on this trip.

Although it would indirectly offend certain forces, having the Grand City Lord backing him would also save a great deal of trouble.

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This was his grandfather's treasured collection; many of the medicinal herbs inside were rare and fine items difficult to find on the market today—such as ginseng, fleece-flower root, and astragalus—all of which his grandfather had personally dug up from the mountains in his hometown decades ago. Pure wild treasures like these could no longer be found even as tiny seedlings in the mountains nowadays.

Consequently, Xu Feng ceased his defense, letting his Berserk Divine Qi envelop his entire body while leaving himself open to attacks, knowing that no matter where the enemy struck from, he would be able to pinpoint his location.

After learning about Da Luda's situation, Xu Feng felt deep sympathy for him. Thinking of how he himself had once been in a similar plight—driven solely by the desire to exact vengeance for his matriarch, and thus perpetually striving to grow stronger—he understood the relentless pursuit.

Seeing Zhang Ming宇 smiling and nodding at them, maintaining a composed demeanor as if he bore the weight of the world on his shoulders, the four women felt a stinging sensation in their noses, and tears welled up in their eyes.

"No insolence allowed in the trial grounds!" An elder from one of the three first-tier families responsible for maintaining order during the trials shouted coldly upon witnessing this scene.

As for why he did not use his own Xuanxiao Divine Sword, it was not out of fear that the divine sword might suffer damage and harm himself.

"I will restore your face to its original appearance. Sleep now," Yang Ding said in a tone of masculine tenderness.

Growing increasingly puzzled, Gu Yu hurriedly opened the lid of the paper box to find a delicate bronze pot about the size of a basketball, which seemed to be filled with some kind of liquid. However, Gu Yu knew that this was certainly not water, but rather a precious vintage wine.

And now, he had merely taken advantage of an expense application to pocket a little extra money—what did that amount to as compensation for his years of hard work and dedication to the company, or as compensation for being repeatedly passed over for promotion? Yet he was deliberately given a hard time and his approval was endlessly delayed.

Outside, Longhu and the Prince's guards inquired among the common folk about where beggars might be found and headed in that direction. Inside the dilapidated temple, hearing footsteps outside, Murong Xue twisted her mouth and tilted her head to expose her face.