Volume One, Chapter 127: Indulgence

The night in Haicheng was far from peaceful; on the contrary, Shen Chaowu found it noisy. The traffic flowed ceaselessly. Horns blared incessantly. Intermittently, the sound of waves crashing against the shore mingled with the urban clamor. Wave after wave swept through the damp, cool air, striking Shen Chaowu’s face. She closed her eyes.

She pondered over what Zhou Jingdu had said: “Why violence?” Why was venting done through violence? Considering the miserable days ahead without pocket money, Haimimi had even forgotten to confront Yun Mu. This showed that many farces were fueled by money; when there was none, no one would go looking for trouble.

“...Well done. Next time, remember to cook it to medium rare; I don’t like the taste of just-raw.”

Zhang Minqiang smiled, gently lifting his glass as he looked toward Qi Yabin. Qi’s face was slightly flushed. Naturally, he had to respond enthusiastically to the village chief’s suggestion, clinking his glass with Zhao Liansheng and Zhang Minqiang before downing it in one gulp.

“Damn it! Who is it!” Zuoying Xuan dared only utter a few curses here; if facing a Qi Tian realm expert, he wouldn’t even have the right to speak.

“This is a spur to the younger generation!” Rodhart felt the action was a bit harsh, rubbing his hands and forcing a smile.

This plan was signed by Zhukov, Bulganin, and Army Group Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Sokolovsky, then submitted to the Supreme Command. It was approved the same day and secretly issued to the commanders of each army group, who were tasked with drafting detailed plans based on the proposal.

“Venom sister isn’t here; I’ll analyze Titan. Master, take good care of Venus,” Black and White said.

Wang Zuxian stared blankly at Chen Xiaotang, his eyes misting over. Soon, two streams of glistening tears spilled down his cheeks, leaving wet traces.

The current Japanese Prime Minister was Noboru Takeshita, a shrewd and capable man with a baby face, nicknamed “A Shin” in Japanese politics.

At this moment, the scar-faced man and Hua Qianhe noticed that Xie Yue had also spotted them. They exchanged fierce glares. However, given Xie Yue’s current strength, they no longer warranted his attention. With a cold sneer, Xie Yue turned away, ignoring them.

Wang Bao and Liu Yang were both stunned. Though Wang Bao didn’t understand why he suddenly felt so anxious, he gritted his teeth, turned, and ran. Liu Yang hurriedly followed.

With such a shortcut, who wouldn’t want to take it? But only those who truly entered understood how difficult it was to serve the people inside this sanatorium, especially the relatives of some influential figures.

In less than an hour’s walk, the distant mountain finally appeared before them.

Zhu Wei sighed deeply and swung himself onto his horse. Eunuch Qi led the way, with the soldiers surrounding him protectively. Zhu Jian stayed behind with several men to oversee the Yan army’s camp setup.

“Lin Dong, what now? Our Shanggong family has some friends, but in these circumstances, they probably won’t be of any help,” Shangguan Yue frowned.

Yao Qianrao was momentarily stunned but before she could ask Tang Yi what he meant, a beam of light descended into the scene where Bingnuo had entered. Yao Qianrao’s body was drawn into it, joining Bingnuo to experience the life of a formidable warrior.

Soon after, the Qin brothers began whispering to each other; no one knew what they were saying.

“Are you okay, teacher?” Seeing the faint pain on Teacher Guan’s face, I felt a pang of sympathy.

This was the Tong family’s secret art from the Northern Territories, called the “White Bone Wave Technique.” Extremely strange and terrifying, the black wave could sweep down and instantly engulf a Xuanhai-stage cultivator.

Goujian suddenly sat up, pulling Jin Suo into an embrace. His cheek pressed against hers and her neck, hot breath puffing from his nostrils. One hand slipped beneath her short jacket, reaching straight for those round, white treasures.