Volume One, Chapter 51: You Don't Need to Explain, I Understand Fully

Extending his fist, imbued with fierce internal energy, he struck without hesitation toward Long Fei's head.

"Take him back, have Lancheng interrogate him, and find out the person he is looking for," Rong Tang said to Jiao An.

The First Brigade, stationed within the city, had remained completely intact during the previous battle and was considered the ace force of the Second Division.

Seeing Yao Zhusu looking so lost and heartbroken upon hearing these words, a trace of pity welled up in his heart. However, thinking of the ruthlessness possessed by Xu Jingyuan and Song Gianian, he sighed inwardly and thought that if he didn't act this way, this foolish girl would surely mistake Shen Qielan for the scion of a fallen gentry family, a man of matching social status with whom she could discuss marriage.

Over the span of five years, the Penglai Fleet had expanded by more than double. Not only that, but taking advantage of maritime patrols, they had also conquered the surrounding islands one by one.

After the conclusion of the Southern Campaign, the reason Chu could continuously withstand the pressure from Great Qian was not due to how powerful Chu itself was, but because Qi and Zhao stood supporting Chu from behind.

Lin Feng's expression turned cold, yet he did not dodge. He grabbed one of their arms, hoisted it over his shoulder, and abruptly exerted force with his waist. In an instant, Lin Feng hurled the man to the ground with a shoulder throw.

At that moment, a cold snort rang out. Following closely, a domain suddenly erupted from the middle-aged man, instantly blanketing a radius of a million miles and engulfing all the saints currently engaged in combat nearby.

Lin Yichun teased with a smile, knowing Long Fei all too well; his mouth was full of tall tales, and there was no way he could actually be so selfless and noble.

The members of the Thunderbolt Sect asked with burning curiosity, for in their eyes, Han Shuiyao was undoubtedly devoted to Long Fei; otherwise, she would never have displayed such an extraordinary side of herself.

"Thank you for your hard work. If it weren't for you, I would have completely forgotten about this matter." After reviewing the contract signed with the military district, Jiang Ke nodded with great satisfaction.

Jiang Tianchen was quite satisfied inwardly with his very first disciple, as this at least meant his judgment had not been wrong.

Coupled with the fact that the domestic tourism environment had improved tremendously over the past few years, many people were willing to travel. With air buses, going out on trips had become vastly more convenient.

A knock suddenly sounded outside the door. Perhaps someone had heard Zhao Yun's miserable screams and hurried over to investigate. After all, Zhao Yun was the chairman's son. If something were to happen to him while company personnel were so close by and completely unaware, anyone could imagine how furious the chairman would be.

"Say, now that the matter of the house is settled, what about the two of you? How about striking while the iron is hot and holding your ceremony together after we move?" Dong Ning suggested with gleaming eyes.

He knew which stocks would yield the highest returns over the next few years, but making big money required capital. Investing ten thousand meant that even if the stock increased tenfold, the return wouldn't reach one hundred thousand—such a small sum was entirely useless.

At that precise moment, something that both startled and enraged Ah Ke occurred: the puppet's palm, which should have struck Yang Jian, abruptly veered off course right before impact and batted the sharp blade out of Ah Ke's hand.

"Zhang Chao—don't go too far!" Wang Bo instantly flared up in anger. He had some money, but one million was not a sum he could casually whip out.

This was Wang Ge's first time seeing the Jade Emperor, whose appearance differed somewhat from what he had imagined. Originally, he thought the Jade Emperor would look like the television portrayals—dressed in golden robes, with an aged face and a long white beard.

Chen Qiaowan found it somewhat amusing; this fat boss was rather unlucky, wanting to brag yet running right into him. Chen Wan had placed in the top ten of the city's mid-term exams, exceeding the First High School's admission threshold by over thirty points. Calculated at two thousand per point, it would come out to at least sixty or seventy thousand.

Since he now had the idea of building an academy here, Tang Ming needed to discuss with Fu San and Guo Cunhou how to lay it out and how to make the academy flourish.

Li Daoran's armor glowed, deflecting every attack. Even under the impact of immense power, he did not budge an inch.

It was worth mentioning that after sending Tang Ming and Mu Zixin into the bridal chamber, Iron Foot could not wait to drag Ghost Face into his own room.

When the spot of light moved to the densely lit area at the base of the building beneath Jin Shengzhe's feet, he finally saw it clearly: the spots of light were headlights. Three box trucks were passing below, and pedestrians were dodging out of the way.

After a period of adaptation, the three hundred students gradually grew accustomed to the life of a martial arts vocational school.

These three larks were unimaginably huge, each capable of carrying fifty or sixty disciples, and three larks were just enough to transport their entire party.

Many people realized this and began setting their sights on this location as well. The battlefield, once drenched in blood, now began to acquire signs of human habitation.

However, Xu Dao arrived at that exact moment, delivering a tricky, well-angled kick that landed squarely and viciously upon the injured area on Yan Fuwei's chest.

As he spoke, Han Xin took Xiao Jiujiu's hand and placed it against his chest, letting her feel his heartbeat through his thin shirt.

"Great General, when my elders arrive shortly, you can discuss the details with them. Reducing troop numbers is the absolute last thing you should mention in front of those few." Hou Liang shrank his neck, as if recalling something terrifying.

"Boss Woodcock, I forgot to buy the potion you told everyone to prepare yesterday. I'll go buy it right now." Remiya hadn't been with us for a short time, and she was pretty much used to my temper. Figuring out my wolf-in-sheep's-clothing nature at a glance, she hurriedly found an excuse and bolted straight away.

"Alrighty," Old Huang responded cheerfully, walking up to a tightly closed rolling shutter door, bowing to unlock it, and hauling the shutter upward.

Three young men in the thicket, who had been raring to go, were clearly interrupted by the sudden arrival. Hiding behind the trees, they watched blankly as the middle-aged morning jogger ran past their hiding spot, seemingly with no intention of taking action.

Tipping his head back, he downed the alcohol in one gulp. The ice-cold, fiery liquor slid down his throat, and the chill emanating from within caused his body to shudder involuntarily.

Rui Ren nodded with partial comprehension, looking very earnest; Fangfei, on the other hand, understood a fair bit of it—at least she knew Shu Yuan was comforting her: who her biological mother was did not determine what kind of person she would become; the only one who could decide that was herself.

"Fine then, it wouldn't hurt to tell me your mother's name, right?" If I don't get to the bottom of this today, my own curiosity will torture me to death.