Volume One, Chapter 87: A Personal Visit

As soon as he spoke, Su Tong remained silent, but the barrage of on-screen comments erupted in mockery. Fortunately, after a full day and two nights, the situation it had feared did not occur, yet the Golden Ape felt no joy at all.

Yun Nuchen was one of them, and he had just acted accordingly—clean and decisive, a beautiful display. The blade wielder's strike was not heavy; as his right foot landed, barely touching the ground, his left leg swung up in a side kick that struck Li Er's right arm with force. Instantly, Li Er felt his hand go numb on one side.

"That's settled, then." At this moment, a middle-aged man in plain clothes entered with two police officers. Upon seeing him, Wang Xiaobin's face turned ashen, his body swaying as if he would collapse, nearly sinking to the floor.

Perhaps not everyone is familiar with the Doroye Finger and the Great Wisdom Unfixed Finger, but the Formless Calamity Finger must be renowned like thunder in the ears. Indeed, just like the Formless Calamity Finger, the Doroye Finger and the Great Wisdom Unfixed Finger are part of the "Seventy-Two Supreme Shaolin Skills" in finger techniques.

Opportunities are created by oneself. Without missing a beat, Yang Xu burst forward once again. The previous move—a flick with the outside of the right foot—transformed in an instant into a pass using the inside of the foot.

Li Er, meanwhile, kept laughing all the way out of Wang Peter's house, infuriating Wang Peter to the point where he nearly grabbed a stick.

Tang Jin grew increasingly anxious, thinking it best to see how things went later—absolutely not going to the cafeteria! Even when talking with her, he resolved to keep a distance of four or five meters. It was better to be cautious about such things—one couldn't just destroy one's own happiness so carelessly.

Brother Hong spat on the ground and cursed, "You think I'm afraid of you?" He raised his hand, ready to slap Wang Yiqing, but the moment he saw the cold, dagger-sharp look in Wang Yiqing's eyes, he froze.

Of course, all this was still speculation, but when Que personally confirmed it that day, the guesses were affirmed.

In a hurry, Wang Shouchao quickly put away his longbow. Anxious about Dongfang Can but not wanting to frighten ordinary people like Sister Can, as soon as the bow transformed into a ring and slipped onto his finger, he couldn't wait any longer and rushed straight into the room.

Could it be that his previous suspicions were wrong? At this thought, Wang Shouchao couldn't help but overturn his earlier reasoning. Perhaps the organization behind Zhang Tao was not the same group that had once kidnapped Catherine, extracted her identification information, and then slaughtered a large number of low-level Alliance members?

Xuner's nose and mouth could no longer breathe. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a blue-and-white porcelain vase, taller than most people, beside him. Biting his lip, he mustered all his strength and lunged toward the vase.

When the National Army officers along the way learned that the Japanese soldiers who appeared so brazenly at their positions were there to escort Li Haiyang's body to Kunming for delivery to the Fourteenth Air Force, they simply reinforced the escort and did not make things difficult for the Japanese.

He didn't like this so-called distant relative, who had never done any honest work and only had a gift for glib talk.

"That's good. So, what is the story behind this ring that makes you value it so highly?" Zhang Sheng replied in his mind.

"I think I heard it was Li Haiyang." Nearby, another member of the Angel Squadron perked up his ears, looking at Moore in shock.

"Pete may be careless, but he's not stupid. Let's wait and see," Shao Yunfeng said, just as he was about to stop Pete, only to be stopped unexpectedly by Li Haiyang.

Hearing that Mu had fainted and Xiao Junyan was severely injured, Old Master Mu was filled with worry and anxiety. Still, he knew he had to first inform Dongfang Sheng and have him hurry to Pingcheng.

He was not only the general manager of Qiumao Tower but also the son of its owner; the future of Qiumao Tower would be his.

Chantelin tossed two heads into the air, turned around, wiped away crystalline tears from his cheek, and snapped his fingers.

The reason he reluctantly agreed, despite the pain, was mainly because shooting a police officer would cause unnecessary trouble.

"I think we should take this very seriously," Glinda said to Ying Luo. "Please take this scroll panel and keep communication open at all times." As she spoke, she handed over a foldable portable display.

Yet the devouring force was immensely powerful, even absorbing the fire-attribute spiritual energy that originally belonged to Mu Yuan.

This Cloud Brocade was not only exceptionally soft and comfortable to the touch, lightweight and beautiful, but also warmed at a touch, making it the best for keeping out the cold. There were probably only a handful in the world, yet this young woman wore an entire outfit made from it.

Ultimately, in times of crisis, when driven to desperation, Lü Bu’s selfish and self-serving nature was exposed completely.

She reached out slender fingers and pulled out a red cord from around her neck, at the end of which hung a dark jade thumb ring—the Soaring Eagle Token.

The place where Ying Luo was confined was not a dark cell, but a luxurious room. Aside from being unable to leave, all other amenities were present, even the game console she had borrowed from Yangyang at Beacon Academy. Opening it, she found her progress had been perfectly preserved.

Yet even if they stayed, there was nowhere to shelter; the freezing cold could kill a person in broad daylight. There was no alternative but to fetch tents to ward off the chill.

Yu Ya’s words surprised me. I wasn't sure if Chen Yi was really as she described—perhaps just having a simple cup of coffee when I wasn't there—but more often than not, when Chen Yi was absent, I simply had no mood to linger long in the café.

From the direction of the mountain behind the village, a group of people was fleeing desperately, while at the foot of the mountain behind them, a multitude of torches flickered.

When the refugees, heedless of everything, gathered in a frenzy and surged toward the two vehicles behind them, Li Xingtian and his two companions were terrified, filled with boundless regret.

At that moment, Ran Pu was silent, leading Zhuer to think he’d been frightened senseless. "Hey, am I really that scary as a spider?" Zhuer asked. "Miss, you are my savior. No matter what you look like, I am grateful," Ran Pu replied, and began to gather up his belongings.

"I fear the deeper meaning is a public declaration to the world: the Huangfu family has not perished, and 'One Arrow Pierces the Clouds' has returned. This is a signal of vengeance!" As he spoke, Mo Chengfeng's face flushed red with emotion.