Volume 1, Chapter 33: Strike Jiang Zhinian Again?

"Brother Situ, I don't quite understand why you would do this. Logically speaking, you are a zombie; how could you help a Taoist and lead him toward prosperity?" I asked, feeling puzzled.

Having taken action near the Grand Court of Justice, the government soldiers dared not step forward to intervene. Afterward, they sought to put on a show to regain some face, but they never expected Nan Feng would not even leave them that final shred of dignity—he had actually descended upon them.

"Everything you're saying is nonsense! I know what you're saying without you even speaking! I am asking you, is there any way to seal him again?" I asked.

Therefore, among all the rivals around me, only the Assassin Alliance would have the capability to reach such a level.

Yet, as if by some divine providence, this opportunity did not need to be deliberately fought for; it arrived silently and unobtrusively.

This aura seemed to encompass everything. The elemental laws of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, and light, as well as the higher-level laws of time and space, all seemed to have a uniquely special combination here.

"Up ahead is the temporary base I set up!" Li Changqing said, pointing to a haystack ten meters in front.

"Since no one is collecting money, let's leave quickly. After all, the situation by the city wall is quite critical," Mu Zifei said helplessly.

No one returned to the Song-Xia household that night, and Xie Yuan tacitly avoided mentioning Xie Lingling's high fever. However, when Song Xia brought Lingling home the next day, they were met with interrogation from Zhang Yuefen and Xie Chuancai.

It could be said that the reason this Chaotic Gang space existed was because of this spatial rift; all the space blades flowed out from it.

At this moment, the nearby cultivators dared not continue watching the battle. They were far from the site of the clash, but merely sensing the aura emanating from it made their bodies tremble and cold sweat pour down.

"Uncle Mo, this is Yun Mo. He’s awake." Mo Bulang walked over to Uncle Mo and said with a smile.

Back then, Pei Huai'an did not pay much attention to Yu Lian's romantic entanglements. Yu Lian liked him, so she naturally rejected others whenever possible, but not everyone spoke their feelings; some would simply guard her in silence.

She swore that once Xie Yuan completely took control of the Song Corporation and divorced Song Xia, she would definitely send those two old people back to their hometown. She would never live with them like the foolish Song Xia.

Tong Xiangming held a skeptical attitude toward Yong Yingying. He could kill this princess with a few punches; was it really possible for her to kill Pei Huai'an?

Afterward, Gu Sheng returned to the place where he and Bai Muxue were staying. At that moment, Bai Muxue was in the basement, watching over Lin Man, who remained in a coma.

However, Yun Mo was well aware that even if his divine sense were ten times stronger, he could not completely suppress the Mysterious Tiger Seal; being able to block it once more was already his limit.

Pei Huai'an was dressed in his court attire, wearing his black gauze cap with a calm expression. He knew that the person who went to assassinate Yue Gou must be from the Zhaoyang Sect; given her temperament, she would not let Yue Gou go.

After dinner, I took advantage of the falling darkness to leave the camp and head to the jungle where I often practiced my punches over the past few months. The bark of that thick, arm-spanning tree had peeled away, revealing a large, bare patch of trunk covered in pockmarked punch marks—these were all the imprints I had left behind during these days.

My brain was currently flooded with rage. Although I knew my internal energy was running low, I drained every last drop to fill the bottomless pit of the Demon Suppression Decree.

My hands, gripping the sword, were already trembling, and my heart ached as if pricked by needles. At that moment, I mustered all my strength, bit the tip of my tongue, and swung the sword down. A hot,腥-sweet liquid splattered onto my face, burning like molten lava.

Although the militants led by Wu Jinshui were not as well-equipped as our peacekeeping forces, they were twice our number. More importantly, the Black Iron soldiers under my command were all elites selected from over two thousand fighters of the Black Iron Company; they were truly one in a hundred.

Lu Yingshan knew my location and had obtained my new phone number, which made her anxious. She hadn't said exactly when she would come to find me. As the executive president of the Black Iron Security Company, I figured she would have to arrange her work before coming to see me.

Disobeying an instructor's orders here was a serious matter. Seeing that I dared to defy his decision, Instructor Jackal felt his authority as an instructor challenged and instantly pulled the tactical baton from his waist, ready to come over and discipline me.

In an instant, three Kun-Xu Great Handprints stacked together, as if the power of the entire firmament were descending, terrifying beyond compare.

Only a trigger was missing. Next week was the labor union election for the new management, specifically the administrator of the first floor. The person in charge of this administrator was none other than Zhuge Cai. If one were to give a gift using such a reason at this time, it would appear much more legitimate.

Zhang Zening was very clear about the meaning of such a character's existence: he was a sharp dagger for Donggua. Either it remained in its sheath, or once drawn, it would result in a life-or-death situation.

Could it be that he and Zhao Hai were colluding together? Otherwise, how would Zhao Hai know that Tianzheng Group had less than three million in liquid funds?

The top ten in the grade had always been monopolized by Class 1, without exception, but why this time?