Chapter 57: Containing Warmth

"End it quickly, let's not drag this out!" Dragon Vulture's calm voice came through. He knew very well that dragging things out would only work against them, so a swift resolution was imperative.

It was only a few steps down from the third-floor dorms to the second-floor headmaster's office, and after a brief exchange, the two of them arrived.

"Not necessarily. There are only a few days left before the showdown with the Miao Border Tribe. We should locate our target first, and then strike on the day of the life-and-death game," Zeng Tianxiu said.

"I'm just happy!" Dabai said, bursting into laughter through his tears. His reaction caused Gongsun Xin'er, who was currently wiping away her own tears, to let out a sudden giggle.

Just as Xia Jian's voice trailed off, he saw Li Yue running over with two sturdy men.

Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Khagan was extremely displeased. Was the Heavenly Capital under his rule really that pathetic? "With such bloody storms brewing, aren't you afraid the central army will wipe you all out in one sweep?" Wherever the Heavenly Khagan went, hundreds or even thousands of secret followers would shadow him, hiding within the crowds to protect him from the shadows.

"Hehe, let's get acquainted. Aren't we getting acquainted right now?" Ye Wanhua chimed in at the most inopportune moment.

"They've all gone back to the factory. There's too much work there; the place can't run without them." Jiang Guotao pulled open the passenger-side door and plopped himself inside.

Two beams of white light shot into my legs. Not wanting to scare her, I clenched my teeth and forced myself to remain silent. As long as I could get out of here, I would definitely not spare Zhu Nengfei. No, it should be Lin Xiao! Wait, that still didn't seem right. Then who should I hold accountable for the injuries on my body?

Seeing that the talisman seal was now in his possession, Yang Yunhan had no desire to linger any longer in the Goryeo royal palace and immediately stood up to take his leave.

However, anyone who chose to speak up at a juncture like this must surely have intentions somewhat related to Lai Yi.

Bang! A bullet pierced through the robber's head and struck the boulder behind him, sending sparks flying in all directions.

The person she had longed and waited for was now lying right here in the room. How could she just sit idly by and let him succumb to the poison without trying to save him?

Upon hearing this, Bai Yushuang felt a shock run through her heart. Had she known it would end like this, she never would have pleaded on Yu'er's behalf.

This series of unexpected events left Wu Xuanming's mind as blank as if it had suffered a system crash. While such things were quite normal in reality, this was the first time Wu Xuanming had ever encountered them. He felt an indescribable sense of awkwardness within himself, and perhaps even a touch of jealousy toward the old man's unexpected fortune.

"So, Second Master now suspects that the internal traitor is either me or Xilinkun?" Murong Fan retorted, ripples finally appearing in his otherwise tranquil gaze.

Not long after, An Lei and Li Jingmei arrived by taxi. Old Hai settled the tab, and the two of them hurriedly helped each of the men into separate taxis to send them home.

"But I'm going to be quite busy in the near future." Wu Xuanming knew that this young woman held a certain fondness for him, though whether that fondness stemmed from admiration or something else entirely was hard to say.

Puff! Puff! Two soft sounds followed, accompanied by the screams of the bulky soldier. Yi Yang looked up and saw the heavy-set soldier clinging desperately to the ground, howling loudly. A large amount of blood was seeping out from around his buttocks; clearly, due to keeping his posture too high while crawling forward, he had been struck by machine-gun fire.

Suddenly, the Volkswagen Bora fishtailed, executing a drift amidst the stunned gazes of pedestrians before turning around and speeding back in the opposite direction.

Unable to find any explanation, Ye Hua had no choice but to leave in frustration and go ask Gudrian, hoping the other man might shed some light on the cause.

Hearing that they were going to test-fire the weapon, everyone instinctively stepped back and stood behind Zhang Wei. Unsure whether the weapon possessed a safety mechanism, Zhang Wei aimed the gun toward the distance and directly pulled the trigger. "Zzz...!" A blue beam resembling a sharp arrow shot into the distance, followed by a flash of fire.

Yet Liu Kehong had clearly entered this connecting passage right along with him, arriving shortly after. How the对方 (other party) had managed to contact the positive universe faction in such a short span of time and ultimately forge such a cooperative agreement remained an utter mystery to Diva, baffling him completely.

"Wuwuwuwu...!" Another clerk, unafraid of death, pressed the alarm button hidden beneath the counter.

The Human Emperor Fuxi was an existence of the Saint Emperor rank. Despite being severely injured, he was not someone a mere Saint King could defeat. No one could have forced him to resort to his Primordial Saint Pupils, save for the chaotic holy wars of ancient times.

"Slap," he tossed the keys onto the coffee table and pushed open the bedroom door on the other side to take a look. Xu Mo blinked her eyes and muttered offhandedly, "You're back?" Before Zheng Nan could reply, she drifted back into a deep sleep.

Whispers began to ripple through the audience. Many of those who had attended the previous event could sense the changes; previously, attendants would simply take a ledger, scribble down random names and ages without bothering with follow-ups, and then tally up the final totals.

In an instant, this trace of sudden enlightenment seemed to commune with the realm of the sword's true essence, and a wildly bloody, vast sword intent flooded the entire sword spirit space in an instant.

After uttering those words, Su Wu transformed into a streak of long rainbow light and sped rapidly in one direction. Qin Fan followed closely behind her at high speed for a moment before Su Wu suddenly halted.

Li Yuan leaned lazily against the sofa in Old Jason's office, paying no mind to the old man opposite him whose face had turned livid. The old man unleashed a torrential storm of fury, venting his extreme dissatisfaction, while Li Yuan merely smiled like a spring breeze, acting as though nothing at all was the matter.