Chapter 159: The Wrath of the Ye Family

Nangong Keke and Chen Yang spent the entire night together.

Aside from the two of them, no one else knew what they had actually done that night.

It wasn't until the following day that Nangong Keke returned home safely.

Although Nangong Keke was unharmed, the battle at Maple Pavilion thrust the entire Prince Liu Estate into the spotlight.

Furthermore, Ye Chen's hand was severed by Chen Yang, and this matter...

The man let out a sigh of relief. Before coming up to make his report, he had been stuck in a standoff downstairs for quite a while. Lower-tier employees like them always had to walk on thin ice when doing things.

Hearing this, the three of them stood up and retreated a dozen steps, looking at Su Mu with curiosity, wondering what he was about to do.

Indeed, Ye Qianchong rarely dressed up like this, but ever since her pregnancy, she felt she had truly neglected her personal appearance and had been too busy rushing around handling various matters. Therefore, she put a special effort into it today, which could also be considered a sign of respect for the other person.

Wu Jin slowly shoveled a mouthful of rice. Wang Ping's facial flaws were quite obvious. Wu Jin hadn't yet had the chance to study the chain reaction of the masseter muscles, chewing muscles, and mandible in front of a mirror. As an idol ranked a lowly ninety-sixth, Wu Jin would never gobble down his food ravenously in front of the cameras.

However, precisely because this embassy's establishment went through the League of Nations, this particular diplomatic mission in Rosenburg appeared to be a rank higher than all other embassies.

Dr. John Leighton Stuart was indeed right about that. The United States was a nation adept at speechmaking, and this routine was frequently applied in politics. For instance, when various political parties lobbied for votes to secure their own power, they loved uttering deceptive nonsense in their campaign speeches, a tactic that proved permanently effective.

Words that made one's scalp tingle and sent a chill straight to the bone spilled effortlessly from his lips. Su Mu's grip on Ma Tian's neck instantly tightened, causing Ma Tian's already deathly pale complexion to turn even paler.

Long before the news broke, Wei Cheng had actually intended to sweep the matter under the rug, hadn't he gotten into an argument with Wei Xiao because of it?

"I forgot to check my phone. By the way, a friend of mine came over today, so I won't be having lunch with you. I'll accompany you next time, okay? ^_^"

As Su Mu's figure receded into the distance, the expression of the lewd yet terrified old man gradually shifted, becoming solemn and complex.

Having recovered a portion of his injuries, Jian Wushang had even refined the primordial spirit of a demon emperor, and his cultivation had gradually recovered, faintly reaching the late stage of the Illusionary Void Realm, while his gaze flashed with sword-like radiance.

Liu Chong was greatly startled. When he was still about twenty paces away from the camp, he heard someone shout, "Don't kill him yet." His heart skipped a beat—Li Tianyi had been captured. But upon second thought, as long as they didn't kill him, it was fine.

This burly man truly acted on impulse; raising his fist, he smashed it directly toward Dian Wei. To call it a "smash" was no exaggeration at all—the momentum was so fierce that it literally caused the air to crackle and explode.

The two of them fled and pursued—one employing the rare Ice Escape Technique, and the other utilizing the legendary Spatial Escape Technique—heading northward.

Tang Yan cast a charming glance at Ning Hao. Seeing that Ning Hao trusted her so much now, she felt as sweet inside as if she had eaten honey.

Twenty percent of the consequences stemmed from subsequent lingering issues, and only ten percent had nothing to do with Li Xianming.

Shortly after, the blue phoenix let out a few chirps and vanished into the void. How could Yu Yan fail to recognize the danger? A mist of white Qi instantly billowed across his body, forming a gigantic ice ball.

Because of this reason, Ning Hao had always treated this family as his true flesh-and-blood relatives. His visit to see Zhao Zheng this time was precisely to seek counsel from this elderly man rich in political struggle experience, hoping to gain some guidance.

"Hehe, there were heroes of old who, struck by poisoned arrows, scraped the bone to remove the poison while remaining as cheerful and composed as ever. Could Lord Duan not manage the same?" Ge Bo smilingly picked up three golden needles. With a flick of Ge Bo's large sleeve, Duan Ye felt a sour, numb sensation around his waist, followed by a drastic reduction in pain that made it entirely bearable.