Chapter 64: Lin Fan Apprehended

The night was as dark as ink, the dim street lamps appearing to have their light swallowed by the darkness.
That person had left.
Lin Fan sat alone on a stone bench, cast in shadow by the statue of the queen.
Holding the large bowl, amidst the foul stench wafting from a nearby trash can, he wolfed down a couple more mouthfuls, a muffled swallowing sound escaping his throat until every last piece of meat in the bowl was completely gone. Only then did he let out a satisfied burp and slowly stand up.

Guo Yu's side—
Just as they thought their plan was foolproof, Zhuo Yifan had already slipped into the inconspicuous residence.

"Reporting to Her Royal Highness the Princess, the Emperor recently announced that anyone entering the palace must first obtain personal confirmation from the Emperor."

After seeing Elena off, Milo invited Discipline and Director Li into his office to summarize the results of the interview.

Murong Qingran glanced at Mu Lejin and instructed, "You must remember what I told you."

Donghuang Caiyi had completely lost her sanity. That she managed to escape the raging fire alive was entirely thanks to the shadow guard by her side; otherwise, even if she had become a ghost, she would have had no one to target for revenge! She stared maniacally at Sima Jin, her former adoration replaced by a desire to hack him into a thousand pieces.

I looked at Mo Wen. He withdrew his gaze from Jun Liangbo, looked down at Mo Hui, and kept his hands steady.

Tears slipped silently down the bridge of her nose, spreading to the tightly locked, kissing lips—salty and astringent. Accompanied by the heartache and suffering of the past half-year, the affection remained as deep as ever, entirely unfamiliar to bitterness, leaving only the sweet bliss and happiness of withered wood blooming in spring.

Shortly after, the three major guardians led all the people of the Che clan to retreat, every pair of eyes filled with unwillingness. Meanwhile, Dapao, Xidu, and the others looked at Jiutou with bewilderment and astonishment, wondering who this person was and why he had suddenly come to their rescue.

Xu Zhiheng had thrown all caution to the wind now. With his hands tucked into his pockets, he cast a sidelong glance at Situ Teng, wanting to see just what the other man would do.

I know not when it began, but the Wudang mental cultivation method within me began to circulate on its own. This time, I did not actively control its circulation, but instead let it flow slowly through my body of its own accord.

The Tokyo branch did not even have its own office building like the Ningjia Company did; it merely rented two floors of an office tower in the city center—which was already considered quite impressive in Tokyo, a place where space was at a premium and living and land costs were among the highest in the world.

"The T Group is divided into two parts. What we need to understand is the T Legion behind the T Group." Xue Jiancheng displayed the relationship chart created by Shen Tong on the projection screen.

Ye Zhen slept until evening, and only when Sage Zun came in to wake him up did he follow Sage Zun downstairs.

The Heart-Refining Sword in Qingqiu's hand practically transformed into a vortex of wind, ruthlessly and overwhelmingly sweeping away everything in its path as she charged straight toward Qingyu.

I nodded, said no more, and turned to glance at Li Huanhuan not far away. Li Huanhuan was still monitoring the direction behind me to prevent any sneak attacks from members of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society. However, it seemed the Ten Thousand Dragons Society members had failed to scale the courtyard wall and enter, meaning everything was still under our control.

Upon meeting President Shao, Shi Xiaofeng said, "Brother, I forgot to bring you a gift during my past few business trips, but I finally remembered this time. Take a look and see if you like this." As he spoke, he produced two bottles of exquisitely packaged Scotch whisky.

Today, Shen Tong was wearing a grey Zhongshan suit, while Bai Yu was dressed in a complete traditional Xiuhe wedding gown. The entire engagement party venue had been decorated in a Republic-era style.

"Zheng Chenheng, have you still not figured it out? Do you still want to keep kneeling so foolishly? Let me tell you, no matter what, it will not change even a fraction of my mind!" The old man's cold and frosty voice rang out, his gaze vicious and cruel as he stared fixedly at Zheng Chenheng.

Hearing this, the group felt as though they had received gospel. Lifting their eyes, they cast sideways glances at the old man. Seeing that he wore no expression, said not a word, and did not even furrow a brow, they all took it as tacit permission and scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing far away until not a single figure remained in sight.