Chapter 022: The Two-Minute Shadow Incantation

Faced with my introduction, Tang Bu Yu seemed somewhat surprised.

He slowly lowered the hand he had pointed at me, nodded, and said, "I see. No wonder you know so much."

As he spoke, Tang Bu Yu's tone was light and carefree.

He slowly took off his suit jacket, unfastened the buttons on his shirt cuffs, and rolled up his sleeves. "..."

When Lu Ren opened his right palm, it was perfectly intact, without a single scar, nor any signs of bruising or poisoning.

Qin Bin's expression was grim as he covered his nose while walking forward. The pervasive scent of blood had completely blended with the air; even the faintest breath brought that nauseating metallic tang flooding through his body.

"This battle—after the families joined forces, twelve True Yang Masters were deployed. Yet, without making any grave errors, they rushed in and inexplicably failed. Honestly, it’s difficult to understand," the merman said after a long pause, still puzzled.

Shi Da Zhuang remarked, "It's still early, barely twelve o’clock. You all keep chatting," and then carried away Yu Beauty.

"What happened?" Peter, nearby, was utterly confused. He only knew that Old Master Xia had lain down and woken up in less than three minutes, while the man in the trench coat hadn’t moved at all. How had he saved him? Was the old man out of his mind?

It seemed like curiosity, but in reality, the question was: are you seriously offering such a factory for the Japanese to buy?

There was a satellite phone on the helicopter. Peng Jia Hu contacted Shi Da Zhuang and learned that bandits had attacked the police station.

She spun around angrily, dove straight into the big bed, turning her back to the man who suffocated her, wishing she could sleep and never wake up.

Tongue twister? What on earth is that? Everyone looked bewildered. Besides, this was a fight—what use could reciting such a thing possibly have?

Once almost everyone had left, Hanyu Takashi glanced at Matsuda, who was still seated, then spoke to Qin Bin.

Watching him wolf down his food, Xue’er swallowed the words she was about to say. Forget it—she could ask later; after all, there was plenty of time ahead.

Tian Jing blushed silently, thinking, flattery really shouldn’t be overdone—now he’d twisted himself into a corner.

"Come, over here." Clearly, Dong Ge had forgotten he was still in the main hall. After my subtle prompting, he realized and led us straight to a conference room, locked the door, and everyone casually pulled up chairs and sat down.

"We have lunch here every day," Gu Jiangzhou changed his mind and said to Qin Wanyi.

"Master..." Aunt Wu wanted to say something more, but seeing Jiang Wei’s solemn face, she dared not continue.

Zhongli Canxue and Leng Qing were using each other. On the surface, they seemed as close as sisters, even sharing men, but in truth, it was a ruthless rivalry, each employing any means for her own ends.

A young officer standing behind Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun suddenly spoke out angrily. There was no need to turn around—Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun knew exactly who it was. Though his words echoed their own thoughts, the typically composed Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun could only shake their heads.

Gu Jiangzhou had not expected Qin Wanyi to boldly speak out like this. He hurriedly tried to signal her, but Qin Wanyi, as if throwing caution to the wind, finally let loose her anger—her previous grievances and the old man's teasing had pushed her past her limit.

At that moment, Zhang Liang also spotted Yong Jiu. His eyes flashed with icy light as he stared fixedly at the imperial officers before him. Suddenly, everyone felt the surrounding temperature drop steadily, growing colder and colder, until it seemed even the air had frozen.