Volume One, Chapter 32: Preferring to See Shen Chaowu’s Tearful Face

When Yue Zhi entered, he saw the man shrouded in shadow, his expression flickering between light and dark, long fingers curled and tapping irregularly on the desk.

“Thud, thud, thud—” The sound set his heart pounding with fear.

It seemed the man was deep in thought.

Yet his eyes brimmed with naked malice.

It was as if he were weighing whether to flay someone or feed them to the fish.

Yue Zhi: “…”

Nothing else really mattered, except that just now, Ye Fei’s bold use of cologne had drawn quite a bit of attention from the guests.

Most matters could be solved with money—greed was easy to satisfy. But if one encountered one of those stubborn types, and happened to rub Xu You the wrong way, then it was all over. There would be no room for negotiation, no chance for reprieve.

The crucial thing was that the new dock wasn’t some den of thieves like the old districts, but a legitimate enterprise poised to begin operations.

Zhu Wujin bowed respectfully. “Thank you, Prefect, for your understanding!” He then turned sideways and signaled with his eyes to Zhu Wuyin, instructing him to apologize and take his leave.

“A Kirin talisman for protection—a high-level artifact. Its interior holds a space forty yards wide, enough for someone to hide themselves within.” Ling Tian hadn’t yet processed all of this, but with his clairvoyant sight, he saw the truth and was instantly stunned.

If he could help it, Ning Tao would not have wanted Miaomiao to go, but there was no way around it—he didn’t know the local language at all, and it wouldn’t work without her.

Zhao Xin nodded, fully aware that this money passed through Xu You’s hands and would ultimately end up at Mingyu Mountain. Still, his own shipyard got a cut, so he wasn’t left out in the cold.

Ning Tao’s eyes were red; at this moment, the three of them probably valued their mentor’s career more dearly than life itself.

Hearing this, Ling Tian merely glanced at her, said nothing, released the curtain in his hand, sat down on the sofa, and lit a cigarette.

A great abyss yawned open—facing the calamity that dropped from the sky, it swallowed it in one gulp with ease. The second wave of tribulation came immediately after, and again, it was devoured through sheer supernatural power.

“The cell’s interior is empty. Is it still usable? Or how should we go about exploring inside?” Xiao Yi asked, puzzled.

At this moment, Tang Shaoxiang launched a swift assault, punching continuously as he charged at a man in white across from him.

Now everyone was utterly bewildered. Although Chu Fei was known for his lack of learning, he was at least a royal heir. For Xiao Ling to slap him publicly in front of the royal family—wasn’t that a slap to the royal face itself?

The Dark Lord grabbed Wu Fengyu, leading a hundred thousand of his Black Demon Legion as they surged mightily toward Snowcliff City.

Over the past year, as his cultivation deepened, Xiao Ling’s obsession with power only grew. Only now did he begin to understand why so many in the world became martial fanatics, pursuing the limits of martial arts with such fervor.

No matter what happened, Tiger King Hall and the Holy Alliance were now locked in a battle to the death. Liu Yifei was convinced that, given Tiger King Hall’s proud history and achievements, they would never accept being swallowed up by the Holy Alliance.

“Look on the bright side—maybe the higher-ups are just changing the safety supervisor!” said a burly man beside him, hefting a heavy machine gun with a casual air.

Beyond the defensive line appeared an ocean of corpses—an actual sea of the dead. Every zombie was real, not a phantom conjured by some heavenly tribulation.

The venue was plunged into deathly silence. Some people smacked their foreheads in regret, clearly wondering why they had only now been driven to act by Xiao Yunjie, wasting those vital two months at the start.

Yelü Ruan accepted the imperial edict, anxiety gnawing at his heart over his sister’s journey to Mozhou, fearing something might go wrong. As he paced the courtyard, a second imperial order arrived.

As for Feng Yuezhi, when she saw the other party had hung up, she stared in shock for a moment before doggedly dialing again—only this time, she was met with a message that the phone was switched off.