Volume One, Chapter 50: The Billionaire President Rides a Rickshaw

Kratos knew in his heart that the Crown of Rehoyena reacted with darkness to him because of the evil power within him. Yet he did not know if it was the curse tattoo or the hunger and suffering inherited from Pandora. Powerful fiends are born with the ancestral memories carried in their bloodlines, allowing them to easily grasp a share of supernatural abilities, which manifest as a variety of formidable skills.

“So why are you still wasting time talking to me?” Qin Hong unceremoniously shooed Qin Liulang away. He only had this brief window of free time, and did not intend to waste it on Qin Liulang.

“Damn you, you wretch. Just wait, I’ll make you get lost. You’re nothing but bad luck! Because of you, I just spent a hundred thousand on a single meal.” William now despised Dong Xin with a passion, though she remained oblivious, still pressing her ample chest against him.

Qin Hong had also learned from Qiu Muling’s letter about the origins of this string of beads. His gaze darkened, but he said nothing as he escorted the two home.

“Don’t run about later. Stay behind me, understand?” He instructed her solemnly.

“The eunuch who was caned to death was just a pawn sent by the Prince of Jingzhao to test the waters…” Xie Hao briefly recounted what had happened. If the Prince of Runan were present, he would have found it odd, for Xie Hao spoke as if he had witnessed the events himself.

Just moments ago, the puppet insect had already informed Ye Qingcheng telepathically that there were no spies from the Xi-Qi coalition among these personal guards, so everyone could be trusted. The truth could be revealed to them later so they could cooperate.

“Deputy Director Hong, Shengde is very capable. Surely you won’t begrudge such a trusted aide?” Feng Lingqi, having achieved part of his aim today, looked at Hong Youhe in high spirits.

The apostle Cadmus swept his cold, emotionless eyes over the disciples, an eagle’s gaze shrouded by a shadow of gloom flickering across his face.

“Tang, Xia, Chu, Lin, Xiao, Han, Qi? Let’s use these names.” The broad-shouldered man glanced at a letter, then spoke.

Jun Yan struggled beneath immense pressure, the veins bulging at his temples as a hoarse, grating sound escaped his lips.

Taking advantage of his intoxication, Ji Lingsheng summoned red spiritual energy in both hands, carefully suppressing any hint of murderous intent. Facing the lake, he drew a circle in the air, his hands mimicking the exact movements he’d performed over the Blood Spirit Pool. Yet, after moving his hands just two inches—barely forming half the circle—he stopped abruptly.

He swore he hadn’t thought much about what he’d said. But now that Xia Shiguang brought it up, it was easy to see how it might be misunderstood.

This man wore human skin, but possessed not a shred of humanity. He acted entirely on whim—laughing and joking one moment, and perhaps killing the next. Impossible to fathom. If not for Liang Hongyu’s warning, Chen Hao believed that first meeting might have been his last.

Li Mo guessed that his father’s fateful excursion occurred because he couldn’t resist his curiosity, slipping out at night only to be slain by the giant skeletons outside. Now, he was likely one of their ranks.

The disciples of Wudang, though somewhat skilled, were slaughtered to the last in an instant.

“No way! You pauper! You worthless nobody! What right do you have to bargain with me? Want to call it even? Keep dreaming!” Xu Ying’er bit her lip hard. She felt an inexplicable pressure—Tang Fan was likely much more complicated than she had imagined, judging by the power he’d displayed.

Precht, eyes closed in meditation, could no longer tolerate Yuri’s growing racket and spoke up to stop him.

At this moment, Xia Shiguang’s mood had steadied considerably. There were things she needed to discuss openly with Gu Chen.

The members of the Kill Squad were well trained, but they were far from experts. Li Tianguo was different—he was a ruthless figure ranked in the city’s top three fighters. Seeing him charge at me, I dared not be careless and swung my blade to meet him.

“Brother Tian, I’m just pissed off. If Brother Zilong’s driving hadn’t been sharp, we’d all have crashed just now.” Zhou Rui’s face was full of grievance.

“Are you tired? Still, you’ve done remarkably well!” Naigema smiled slightly, praising.

Yuluo did not understand her sisters’ hidden meaning and glanced over, only to find Monia watching her with a smile.

The instant Fu Lei appeared behind him, Ye Lin reacted without hesitation.

“Hmph.” Naigema sneered, raising her massive hand to strike at the city lord, while two energy spheres followed close behind.

Fortunately, the deadly aura Ye Lin had sensed moments before had now faded, bringing him some relief. At least, for now, he was safe.

The sights among the clouds were indistinct. All Ye could do was walk these ten steps. Hands reaching into the fissures in the stone, he moved forward with difficulty—one step, two, three.

“What’s going on? Where is Young Master Li?” The city police chief had come in person—he would not miss this chance to curry favor with his superior.

If a wedding night could be like this, Yang Qingyuan could hardly imagine how things would be on ordinary days.

“She was already holding back.” A shadow garbed in purple-black materialized silently at his side.

The dowry brought from the Su family was entrusted entirely by Old Madam Fu to Su Lingyu, instructing her to keep it safe.