Chapter 71 Natasha? Sniper rifle acquired!

In his past life, during overseas exercises and training, Qin Feng had interacted with the Russians plenty of times.

In his understanding, the Russians were essentially no different from the people of other European and American countries.

They subscribed to the jungle law of the survival of the fittest.

With such people, abasing oneself before them was useless. Even courteous politeness would be perceived as cowardice and met with contempt.

Only...

However, ever since he returned to City A, when was there a day he didn't leave work punctually at five, spending the entire evening entwined with her and the children?

The two-story villa bathed in the morning light—over the years, the walls had lost some of their whiteness, entwined with Boston ivy that grew lush and green, imparting a certain poetic ambiance.

Need one even ask? Just look at those two heavy dark circles, and you'll know. Shadow is a pretty good loaf of bread, you should try some... For some reason, I inexplicably want to laugh. Stop looking at me like that, I know my dark circles are quite heavy. He was just speaking the truth, don't be like that to him. Still, she couldn't help bursting into laughter.

Fujimiya had already shown himself on Earth before the plan commenced and started searching for information regarding this base. All of this was a facade put on for the Root of Destruction to see, specifically to make the Root of Destruction lower its guard, making them think Fujimiya was seeking revenge for Dr. Inamori. Meanwhile, GUARD cooperated accordingly by dispatching personnel to capture Fujimiya.

Qing Hong glanced over and saw that the Crown Prince of Earthly Sovereignty had no intention of turning on his heel and leaving, so he dispensed with further pleasantries. All six of them leaped into the air and flew toward the positions of Qing Ming and Qing Di.

His gaze was devoid of the slightest ripple, and the chilling aura emanating from his very bones made people instinctively want to keep their distance.

"The final phase—initially, my player count exceeded yours, so I figured you would definitely launch an in-game event, and it had to be a major one, an event of unprecedented scale. Only then could you possibly turn the tables and secure ultimate victory," Lin Di began.

Every prominent figure who emerged from the lowest rungs of society, especially those who clawed their way out of that era, mostly had the darkest of backgrounds in their early days. Their hands weren't entirely clean, and their self-esteem had once been trampled underfoot.

After flying for over an hour, Zhang Zhibin finally sent Wei Niang back, though she lingered with reluctance. Before Zhang Zhizhong could speak, Wei Niang piped up, insisting she would study hard. Han Yun smiled at this sight, feeling a sense of quiet melancholy in her heart. Once one steps onto the path of immortality, everything changes, doesn't it?

After meticulously perusing their files several times over, Daoist Taihong nodded repeatedly in satisfaction, a surge of fondness for talented individuals welling up within him. Leaving aside their capabilities, judging purely by their moral character, even if they were merely placed on a pedestal as figureheads, it would still bring immense benefits to the Immortal Alliance. If there were more people like this in the world, the demonic calamity would not have erupted with such ferocity.

Lu Ming tossed the towel aside, walked over to the bed, sat down heavily with a thud, and swept out a long arm to pull her close.

Niang Niang chimed in with this remark right behind the two little dumplings, attempting to steer the conversation back to Zhixi.

"I will. Alright, Third Brother, you should rest now. I'll be heading out," Chu Ling said after neatly adjusting her garments and hair accessories.

Huang Jianfeng called the county public security bureau, having the police take the person and the confession away.

"I'll communicate with her." Violet stepped forward under the resigned gaze of the Voice of Melting Snow. Among their group, only Violet herself spoke this common language of the Nine Hells of Baator, and the unsettling feeling of being in an unfamiliar place was equally displeasing.

The more chaotic the situation, the more opportunities there were to be exploited. The imperial court of the Ning Dynasty had long been plunged into utter chaos; it couldn't even tolerate a Defender of the Country who had braved life and death—there was simply no future to speak of there.

Jing Yiren heard the roar echoing from Lu Ming's office while still outside, and moments later, she watched the man from just now storm out from within.

Jian Yue was well aware that his elder sister possessed even more fine treasures than he did, and his own accumulation in the early stages relied entirely on his sister.

Although Sister Zhang usually took care of things and Jiang Yizhou didn't often cook himself, his culinary skills were definitely beyond reproach.