Volume One, Chapter Forty-Two: Protection

As soon as they reached the camp gates, they were surrounded by patrolling soldiers and roughly seized by the shoulders and arms.

“Comrade Liao Chengxian, are you doubting our loyalty to the Party?” Wei Xin asked with clear displeasure.

The driver was taken aback by this, and even Han Guangxin was left speechless for a moment. After all, their own people in Shijiazhuang had already become embroiled in a bitter conflict with the Green Gang. At such a time, when Fifth Brother insisted on heading to Shijiazhuang, who could bear the responsibility if anything went wrong?

He had no particular fondness for television. After Du Qian’s mother passed away, he often watched TV with Du Qian. As Du Qian grew up, he unwittingly kept up the habit.

Sanhao Yuanguang regretted his decision to pursue the enemy. Even if they had been ambushed, at worst they would have been reprimanded upon returning, and after resupplying with weapons and ammunition, they could still redeem themselves in battle. But now, watching his soldiers fall in confusion and panic, his heart was filled with desolation as his subordinates pushed him eastward in retreat.

After the old man departed, Wang Tianxu felt a heavy weight upon his heart. The journey to the Blessed Land required passing through part of the Valley of Beasts. Even those of their level, cultivators at the Qi Refining stage, only ever dared to venture around the valley’s periphery. If they went too deep, they would surely encounter spirit beasts of the fourth rank and above—no doubt, a reckless gamble with their lives.

In the Dragon Palace of the Weishui River, the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guard, Li Tianbang, said to the True Lord Erlang, “Seniority is meaningless; it’s the weapons in our hands that will decide who triumphs.”

The young man in blue gratefully thanked Steward Li and the others after collecting the spirit stones, his joy evident. Yet the moment he stepped out of the room, his expression darkened, and most likely, in his heart, he was cursing Steward Li from head to toe.

Clearly, Gao Fengyi’s achievements since leaving her original gang truly resembled a phoenix’s rebirth from the flames. She had been monitored by her own leader, then placed under house arrest, and later resisted with all her might to achieve what she had today. It was, in every sense, a phoenix’s fiery resurrection.

“You…” Du Yangyang glared hatefully at Fifth Brother’s retreating figure. However, Fifth Brother could still hear the crisp sound of shattering behind him. Most likely, the priceless Yuan Qinghua porcelain had been smashed to pieces.

Xia Qianqian withdrew her gaze and looked at Han Yan’er and the others, her expression immediately betraying her suspicion. “What did you two do?” Otherwise, why would Yi Hanxi have come barging in just now?

She could even sense the wondrous gates within their bodies constantly leaking their life essence outward.

In such a comparison, Zhu Xulin was not merely inferior, but utterly worthless.

In his memory, if it hadn’t been for that madman lending a hand, his sister Quan would probably not have survived either. This proved that even the Uchiha clan compound was not safe on the night of the Nine-Tails’ rampage.

Xu Yulong thought for a moment, released Lord Yu, and slowly walked to the edge of the abyss, feeling the terrifying pressure of the ultimate path. He squinted at the ten chains, counting on his fingers.

Sheng Shi could see that Huang Shanshan had not become completely hysterical, which meant she had not entirely lost her reason.

However, this intelligence had never been confirmed, since no official messenger had ever come to inform them. Even now, Shisui could only treat Yun’s speculation as just that—a speculation.

That young master was holding a computer, watching the battle from a great distance.

He pressed his finger into a crack in the wall, guiding the Nanming Fire to flow slowly along the fissure.

She had always known that the Emperor of Ice was a sinister man, particularly adept at concealing his true strength.

The game’s music, the delicate character designs, the heroic models, and the unprecedented gameplay all made him feel as if he were witnessing the birth of a legend.

“Huh? Is that really so?!” Shixiang blinked in confusion, looked down at the golden apple in her hand, now with a large bite missing, then up at the boss, who was full of conviction. She was still quite skeptical.

It was a clear day. In the warmth of the returning season, Kenpachi should have been able to enjoy a leisurely moment.

“She already understands. I told you my classmate is a genius.” Leng Ni said proudly to Autism, who nodded approvingly.

Effortlessly manipulating lightning thick as ink, Mikoto Misaka swept it aside with a wave as the White Tiger roared more miserably. By the end, her tone was thick with sorrow.

From the audience stands on both sides, the sound of jaws hitting the floor rang out again and again. Many people’s jaws had dropped, and some had even lost their teeth in shock.

Just as he entered the gate to his house, suddenly, the two soldiers guarding the door slammed it shut. Seeing the lascivious smiles on their faces, Yunfeng was suddenly filled with an ominous premonition.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Young Master Peng breezed in like the wind, sat affectionately beside Mie Mie, and the two shared a passionate kiss before greeting us sisters with a smile.

“I saw this at Ni Ni’s place. It’s so beautiful—I wanted to visit it with you,” Shao Shao said to me happily.

But clearly, Kenpachi’s senses had been underestimated by the group. The moment Gascoigne’s magically encrypted words faded and he retreated from the front lines, Kenpachi’s gaze locked on him with a chill, as he was exerting his full power.

“I’m looking for the dossiers my father left behind. With so much information, some of it must be useful. But I wanted to remind you—she doesn’t seem all that happy here.” As she spoke, she sighed.

“So ruthless?!” Zhang Sanfeng was also shocked by Feng Xie’s actions. This was flaying someone alive—how incredibly strong must their will be to withstand that?