Chapter 52: Support, Intelligence, and the Scene

Xu Huang's comprehension skills were quite decent; after wasting half a pack of cigarettes, he finally managed to figure it out roughly.

"Starting from today, we are swapping patrol sectors with the Second Squadron!" declared Douglas with absolute certainty.

However, Hawkins was not an arrogant man. He knew that although the underworlds of other Far Eastern nations were vulnerable, the might of the giant dragon that was China far exceeded his imagination. Thus, he had to make meticulous deployments and search for a supreme breakthrough point to infiltrate the Chinese underworld.

Thanks to this blow, the God of War Alliance managed to catch its breath. They surged forward rapidly, and upon locating my position, rushed over to my side.

Fortunately, among the piled-up clutter, he managed to find a table and a tattered blanket. After cleaning them until they were virtually free of dust and arranging them neatly, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing her resolutely turn her head to ignore him, Yu Liusu felt his wounded heart deeply stirred, plunging him into the utmost desolation and sorrow.

Naturally, Chen Shiquan was deeply unreconciled. He had constantly guarded against the marriage alliance between Chen Zixian and the Wu family, never expecting that despite all his precautions, they had still ended up forming an alliance—and so suddenly, leaving him completely unprepared.

After leaving Li Tonghao's place, Chen Fei pondered for a moment and headed over to Luo Feng's company. By now, Luo Feng could be considered the undisputed leader of the local advertising industry. Her own company was already formidable to begin with, and later, having acquired Bi Haisheng's firm, the merger of the two companies left no advertising agency in the city capable of competing with her.

Leading his men, Li Chongjun assassinated Wu Sansi and a crowd of officials from the Wu faction, then immediately spurred his horse directly toward the imperial city. Under the instructions of Li Duozuo, the imperial guards chose to execute the general's military orders, closing the nine gates tightly and refusing to let anyone enter or leave at will.

Although it lacked much force, this beating left Ximen Wei in no better shape; he was bruised and battered, looking utterly disheveled.

"One hundred taels of gold? Just for a single month's rent?" Upon hearing this, Lu Yanshuang was utterly dumbfounded.

"I only know that this matter has nothing to do with you," Lu Keran said in a cold tone, yet it filled Qi Li with an overwhelming sense of safety.

Su Jing, the Earl of Jinnan, looked at Yan Hui, who was crying as if her heart were breaking, and felt as though his own heart was being gripped by an invisible giant pair of hands, aching to the point of breathlessness.

"There is a misunderstanding here. Things I haven't done, I will never admit to." Qi Li's gaze cooled as she stared at Qinhuai for a few seconds, speaking in an icy tone.

Wufeng also watched the battle unfolding upon the arena stage. There were around twenty combat stages within the colosseum, and at the very center stood the main stage—the exact stage where Wufeng and Luo Yongsheng had previously fought their life-and-death duel.

Third Master subconsciously patted his pocket for a cigarette, while Jiang Ming had already taken out his own Furongwang and handed it to Third Master.

"Have a good sleep, and everything will pass." The last thing heard was Master's infinitely gentle voice.

The moment Yan Hui stepped out of the prime minister's estate, the begonias throughout the entire capital of Shengjing were instantly eclipsed, none of them able to match the dazzling brilliance of a single person.

In her previous life, someone had in fact proposed long ago to build a cross-sea bridge connecting Hong Kong, Macau, and Zhuhai. The goal was to boost mainland economic development, save marine transport time, and facilitate people's travel.

Jiang Ming smiled. Initially, he truly had no intention of wasting time on Li Yaqing, but Tan Kunpeng's pretentious demeanor made him change his mind.

She had guessed correctly; Sun Yaoye, who kept sneaking back to the village like a thief, was indeed a fugitive. But right now, he was no longer one. Grandpa Gen had mentioned that someone had secretly helped him behind the scenes, wiping away his fugitive status.

"Darkseid! Come and accept the vengeance of the entire world!" Leia swung her sword toward the firmament. A tiny speck of fluorescent light ignited from the tip of the blade, growing brighter and brighter until it surpassed the very concept of light, hurtling toward the outer spheres with irresistible force.

"Both of these openings are spewing out bugs, which shows that both sides can lead to the location of the broodmother," Leng Xiaoxiao deduced.

Kangxi had left, Consort De had fainted, and Shuyao shrugged her shoulders with an innocent expression. In truth, she really hadn't done anything; she had merely articulated a few personal realizations she gained ever since becoming Fifth Prince Yinzhen's Primary Consort.

"What is Your Majesty talking about? It sounds as if someone is bullying others," Ye Zao cast a reproachful yet spoiled look at the Fourth Master.

"Let's spend some time trying to purify it," she could only propose a less-than-ideal method.

The border guard whose armband had been ripped off had half of his face pressed hard against the ground by G3. Ten seconds later, G3 released his grip, leaving uneven, indented marks across that half of the border guard's face.

She discovered that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival would be spent within the garden. That in itself wasn't much of an issue; the real problem was that the Fourth Master had not invited the Empress Dowager.

After silently giving several instructions to the Universe Yin-Yang Mirror, Leng Xiaoxiao stepped into the mirror herself.

Niohuru was in a state of utter dishevelment, covered in dust and grit. The guards completely regarded her as a madman; as for lofty ideals, noble martyrdom, sharing weal and woe, and other such sentiments—they genuinely saw none of them. The guards were mostly pampered young scions from close imperial clans; if they weren't restrained by the fact that Yin Zhen was still residing in the temporary palace, their words would have been far uglier.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions, yet her tears only fell all the more fiercely.

A snake-tailed black tiger slowly emerged, its sharp claws bared on all four paws, flashing a cold gleam and radiating an intense, menacing aura. Its pale whiskers twitched slightly as a pair of tiger eyes suddenly lifted, staring fixedly at Tang Ye.

The giant beast lashed out with another paw, which Li Zhicheng dodged by rolling aside, but another giant beast behind him violently tore forward. Failing to dodge in time, Li Zhicheng was struck squarely in the back. With a crisp crack, he staggered back a few steps, stumbling backward before half-crouching down, his gaze fixed on the beast.

He saw a figure standing in mid-air, robes fluttering in white, treading upon an archaic iron sword beneath his feet. His face was handsome, yet entirely devoid of emotion.

She sat down quite naturally to the side and began to dine. All of us used our peripheral vision to secretly observe Boss Qu, but Boss Qu acted as though nothing had happened, finishing the tea before her and eating another piece of pastry.

Everyone was shocked. Such a sudden turn of events made their complexions change. They instantly recalled the voice within the Lost Divine Temple; what might lie inside the secret chamber was something no one could know unless it was opened. Perhaps what awaited you was a terrifying trap of certain death, or perhaps miraculous elixirs and supreme divine arts.