Chapter 153: First Visit to the Yan Family (5)

For instance, Chen Ming could later rely on this skill to learn about many official secrets that the authorities were unwilling to make public in advance, allowing him to prepare countermeasures ahead of time.

The two individuals beside Prince Wu were both utterly shocked, never expecting that Ji Ren could actually get involved and even hold his own against them.

Huo Yanxing knew a thing or two about the Song family matters. Although the company's development had been restricted during Song Jianguo's tenure as head of the family, he had spent many years in the business world; relying solely on the issue of falsified accounts made it very difficult to completely bring down this old slippery fox.

In the distance, the reckless young woman from earlier could be seen enthusiastically handing out promotional flyers to customers entering the supermarket.

Hearing this, Qin Qiao began to understand to some extent. Xiao Yu did not want to marry Jiang Fengyin, so he had no choice but to find a way to legitimize Qin Qiao's status, giving her sufficient standing to match his own identity and position.

Lin Yun brought over a tray holding ten glasses of cherry wine all at once for Song Shiwei, leaving the latter speechless and amused, though the volume in each glass was indeed very small.

Chen Ming believed that the domestic authorities must have learned from the cautionary tale of the Hawks, seizing the time while it was still available—before losses grew too large—to establish an alliance and formulate a hunter ranking system to ensure they could enjoy special privileges.

Yet when he looked up, the person being wantonly bullied and ridiculed showed not the slightest sign of anger, instead concentrating intently on compiling and editing a new volume.

During the day, when the eldest and second older sisters made their requests of him, they would naturally bring it up themselves, so there was no need for him to make a redundant effort.

Bai Youming's jaw dropped to the floor once more. With wide eyes, he stared at Mo Yinchuan, then turned his gaze around to see a little ball of pink walking through the doorway.

Everyone displayed their respective skills to neutralize the shockwave's aftermath. Meanwhile, the white-robed elder calmly waved his sleeve, sending numerous terrified mortals flying several hundred feet away. As he gazed at the Ancient King and the Thunder Firmament Sword within the defensive grand array, a brilliant, colorful light flickered in his eyes.

However, the thing that made me the most furious happened next. On a very ordinary table in the hospital ward, the facial features of the eight outside corpses were neatly laid out! Bloody eyeballs, blood-stained ears, and even mouths filled with bloodied teeth had been brutally severed by someone and arranged in neat rows upon the tabletop.

I waved my hand, and Niuniu materialized behind me. Fixing my gaze on them, I warned, "You'd better tell them not to move. Anyone who moves gets hit by me! The gun in my hand has no eyes." As I said this, my tone was deep and chilling.

To Yang Cong's surprise, however, Immortal Zhenyuan showed no particular expression after hearing this, maintaining his previous serene demeanor.

At that moment, the poisoned Boye suddenly trembled violently, spitting out a mouthful of dark, black toxic blood. Despite being in an unconscious state, he actually opened his eyes.

"Alright, let's drain it!" Gan Liang did not refuse either. After clinking glasses, he tilted his head back and downed the liquor in one gulp.

Seeing that Han Yinying was also boarding the boat and was moreover so young, these people assumed his strength could not possibly be very high, and thus felt no fear whatsoever. There were over twenty people on their boat, and they believed that dealing with Han Yinying would be more than enough.

Yet this actually surprised Yang Cong. Although he had restrained his aura, which also reduced his sensory perception of the surroundings, it should not have dropped to such a low level.

After killing a True God, Qin Ya did not stop. He charged toward the remaining individuals, and instantly, a bloody and murderous feast unfolded within the chaos.

Of course, there was another reason: the precious blood of Chen Er could be said to be priceless. If the true overlords of the continent wanted to keep Chen Er captive in a friendly manner to continuously harvest this precious blood, they would back Chen Er to become one of the supreme powerhouses of the continent.

The sound of water droplets pattering onto the tiles echoed from the bathroom, and Meng Tianqing's vision turned black for a moment.

Han Tao was in the downstairs restroom, while Han Meimei was in the upstairs restroom, both suffering from endless bouts of diarrhea.

He simply hadn't spoken of it yet. Right now, he had to confirm a certain matter, and this matter would serve as the crucial deciding factor on whether or not he would kill her.

Everything was proceeding according to plan. Next, I needed to figure out how to wipe out the Tianmen sect without alerting the Sanqing Society.

"Stop talking, shut your mouth!" Yun Zi'yan suppressed the anger surging in her chest, her slender fingers clenched into fists inside her wide sleeves. The hatred deep within her eyes gradually surfaced as she bit her silver teeth tightly.

"To prevent any favoritism or malpractice, Second Brother here is live-streaming!" Ah Er said, holding his phone as he followed behind Haitao.

Hearing my voice, the waiter hurried over as well. When he opened the door and the light from outside poured in, the scene inside was fully exposed to view. It looked like a living hell, and the sight directly frightened the waiter into screaming as he leaped backward out the room.

On second thought, she felt it might not be so appropriate after all. Plotting against the three of them was indeed no easy task. Furthermore, given the deep scheming and sophisticated city-states of Lin Mei'er and Shen Yuebing, they would never fall for a trick easily. It seemed she would have to make foolproof preparations for this matter.

Meng Tianqing's fishtail braid had been pulled into a messy tangle by Xin Yinghan, but at least it remained a complete braid. Compared to her face, Meng Tianqing's skin was smooth and flawless, looking very much like someone who had suffered no real loss.

I knew in my heart that appearing on Shu Xin's show and sharing mutual affection with her would inevitably arouse a lot of speculation from many people. Especially Lin Xiaoxiao; she would surely have her own thoughts about it. Perhaps I should take the opportunity of this meal to bridge the gap between her and Shu Xin. I still hoped they could get along harmoniously.