Chapter 47: The Exchange Meeting

After drinking, Hu Liang shared the wild bananas he had foraged with Nanchu.

Hu Liang carried all the food and essential tools on his back, fearing a repeat of the previous incident where a new guest might suddenly arrive and steal their supplies. He certainly did not want his provisions to be looted.

Once Hu Liang departed, Nanchu warmed herself by the fire for a little while before returning to her hammock to sit in meditation.

Due to the rain, apart from Hu Liang who was still wandering around, the other guests all chose to stay in their—

One was an adoptive father, the other a second uncle; weren't they closer than a distant, unrelated follower like himself?

Jiang Yan had originally planned to spare his life so he could thoroughly interrogate him for relevant information.

Oh no, he was advanced in years and looked quite distinguished; now that he had been reduced to this state, how on earth was this going to end?

A pang of heartache struck him, and he secretly regretted having brought out so many tokens that day. Under that masterstroke of pulling the rug from beneath the pot, the Lingyun Chamber of Commerce hadn't lifted a finger, yet turned around and made a hundred percent profit on the price difference. Although they had successfully fleeced those factions into utter poverty, it also left him with a lingering sense of having been massively ripped off.

Though the spring sunshine was mild and pleasant, walking through the deep, towering walls within the ancestral prison made the square-cut stone blocks feel all the more chilling. From time to time, bursts of wailing echoed from the courtyards, sending shivers down one's spine.

Originally, the barren land where they were located at least had a few trees around it, along with some traces of past life.

Zhou Chunmei and Lin Wu exchanged glances, gazing from afar at the young man standing beside Factory Director Song.

Even if he hadn't fallen into the water, who knows, perhaps rebellions had already broken out all over the Great Ming Empire.

He was still lacking; he didn't realize that the engine was the part of the car that most urgently required maintenance.

In the blink of an eye, accompanied by a flash of floral brilliance, the two of them vanished without a trace in an instant.

"Rest assured, I will satisfy you. Leave it to me, Zihua," Ye Xingtian murmured in a low, husky voice.

Just at that moment, an ethereal and melodious guzheng melody slowly unfurled throughout the entire café, sweeping across the entire world as quietly and leisurely as a tide from the Qiantang River draped in moonlight.

Magier's mind was completely scrambled by this suddenly appearing letter; how could he possibly remember Peng Hao's impending arrival? Hearing the announcement, he had no choice but to suppress his inner sorrow and muster his spirits to deal with the approaching Peng Hao.

"Move into the attack position, deploy formation, and prepare for combat at any moment!" Yu Ruotong's calm and majestic voice came through the headset.

Ding Chunqiu's body went limp, and with a look of shock, anger, and terror, he stammered, "You... you crippled my cultivation base?"

"Hmph, what use is there in keeping you?" Ye Feng sneered, glancing at him. For ruthless and vicious people, he never showed mercy or carelessness; he would first strip him of any capacity to resist.

Before Yu Ruotong could finish her instructions, Xiao Menglou resolutely pressed the launch button for the antimatter bomb—that blue button symbolizing the hope of victory, resting quietly beside the red fire-control switch.

Abdullah was the leader of one of these eight gangs. Although he was relatively fair and upright in his dealings in Northern Xinjiang and had the backup of Malong, the leader of the Northwest Ma Clan Gang, he had never even dared to dream of unifying the eight major gangs of Northern Xinjiang.

At the same time, he was powerless to hold onto the Dragon Essence in his hand; tossed about by the divine dragon's claws, the Dragon Essence was flung away.

Entering the room, he glanced around casually. Being on a ship, the room naturally wasn't large, but at least it was very clean. Xu Zuoyan walked over to the window and looked out at the turbulent, unsettled sea, his heart feeling just as restless as the waves outside.

With that, Ye Feng turned back around, picked up the manual he had been reading earlier, and tried to see if he could salvage a shred of insight. Alas, what was missed was missed; just as water flowing eastward never returns, neither do lost opportunities.

"Why is the Empress in such a hurry? Rest assured, I will not forget your crimes," Qi Jingchen interrupted leisurely.