Volume 1, Chapter 24: Buying a Ship, Buying a Large Ship

"The GM department should speak first," Ma Huateng said. Her voice was gentle, yet it carried an underlying, awe-inspiring aura of untouchable authority. This commanding presence, emanating effortlessly, is something naturally possessed only by those who have long held high positions and issued orders.

Long Fei sneered, looking toward Li Hengxuan. His eyes were like those of a dragon, and a sliver of draconic pressure spilled forth, bearing down upon Li Hengxuan.

Though shocked, Yang Wei maintained a calm facade. He grabbed his companion’s hand and spun her around in place.

Ouyang Yuanji let out a soft hum, and every member of the He family felt as if a thunderclap had exploded beside their ears, causing them to scatter in terror.

His foot landed just shy of the bridge, plunging him into the pool filled with blooming underworld lotuses, leaving him soaked from head to toe.

"Tie Nianfan’s master doesn't seem very bright either. Since he’s so powerful, why not just kill everyone and be done with it?"

Hum, hum, hum. The Heaven-Slaying Demon Blade, still resting inside the spatial ring, suddenly reacted, nearly bursting free from the confines of the ring.

On the way to Huahai, Liang Shan called his old classmates to inform them about the company's recruitment situation.

With a single punch, the head of this beautiful, flower-like woman shattered into fragments, just like the two martial masters before her, sending blood and brains flying.

The moment she collided with his chest, it felt like being struck by a motorcycle; caught off guard, he tumbled straight to the ground.

With nearly half the troops across the river, the general wielding twin iron spears galloped to a willow tree by the riverbank. He saw the commander standing there, holding a coiled dragon rod, staring intently at the Liangshan army amidst the river water.

Sun Zhuo was stunned. What kind of humiliating move was Arenas doing that it even depended on whether the opponent was handsome or ugly? Hearing this, Sun Zhuo became even more curious about Arenas's antics.

Last time, Barkley and Kenny Smith made a bet regarding Yao Ming, which resulted in a donkey being brought to the television studio. This time, it was even more absurd—the donkey was brought onto the basketball court.

But Ji Qiu was no fool. On the contrary, after Liu Bowen pointed out the crux of the matter, Ji Qiu had already vaguely guessed the heart of the situation.

Looking down from the thirty-second floor, a familiar nanny van was parked in a dedicated VIP spot.

In the game, he was a man of few words, talking about becoming the richest man and the like; I had assumed he was a tycoon-type player.

Most importantly, if one’s body is in such poor shape that one cannot function, it would be better to have been reborn as a eunuch. His "soft sausage" had shown no reaction for days; it seemed to have been reduced to nothing more than a tool for urination—and the kind that, when the wind blows, leaves one’s shoes soaked.

With both hands grasping the softness before me, I used my thumbs to tease the strawberries. I first kissed her earlobe, then asked her to turn her head, kissing her gently.

"Damn you!" Lu Mingfei felt a stinging heat on his face and, in grief and indignation, raised his middle finger.

Chu Tian, keeping his clairvoyance active, naturally discovered the situation and immediately let go of Mu Wanqing.

Upon hearing Luo Yan say this, He Yang’s expression darkened. "Luo Yan, what are you saying!" He Yang’s temper flared instantly.

"Hmph, I’d like to see where you get your confidence from," Ye Danchen said, his gaze hardening.

When these words were spoken, the cultivators in the arena were all slightly taken aback, and then their expressions toward the Old Ghost Bai shifted in various ways.

Li Kui followed up by hanging his large battle axe on the horse's back, urged his mount forward, and with a bend of his waist, scooped Zhu Hu up and placed him in front of him. Zhu Hu struggled, but after Li Kui landed a few heavy punches on his waist, he became obedient.

The discord between Dong Ping and Prefect Cheng was well-known in the martial world. Ever since Song Jiang’s scheme to frame Qin Ming failed, and Wang Ying had his testicles severed by Wu Song, the morale of Qingfeng Mountain had plummeted.

This time, his falling into a deep sleep was clearly related to Shi Leiyin’s advancement, but why such a situation would occur without direct influence was something even the most knowledgeable merchant guild experts could not determine.

Given his current equipment, the gear dropped from killing such a low-level boss was not worth mentioning.

Nan Bating knew his own abilities; he was a bit stronger than Nan Heihu, but only to a limited extent. A one-on-one fight was out of the question, but the Five Tigers Gang had numbers, and today, all five hundred of them were out in full force.

The Wei father and son, including Zhen Yang and the Daoist Shi, all looked toward the old man in the high cap with malicious intent.

This remark was extremely clever, easily setting the tone and nailing the label of "evil heretic" onto Rong Chengjin.

Zhang Xiao was eighty percent certain she was a mole, but out of respect for Xie Bi and because of the leverage she held, she had to hold her nose and agree to let her stay.

The signature on this postcard looked quite similar at first glance, but upon closer comparison, there were indeed differences.

The company arranged for her to dance, but she was inexplicably afraid of interacting with people. She usually stammered when talking to female colleagues, let alone being asked to perform a duet with a male colleague.

"But they don't show themselves easily, so you won't be able to see them at the Sword Discussion Assembly."

She lifted the curtain and found that most of her men were lying on the ground. Among those still fighting, the Qiangwu tribesmen outnumbered the Song household guards several times over.

Combined with the way the corpse was biting the fishing net, everyone could not help but burst into tears. One didn't need to experience it personally; anyone who has ever swum knows how difficult it is to open one's mouth underwater, let alone bite the threads of a fishing net and tear at them, yet someone had managed to do it.

"Should I congratulate you on having another mother-in-law who dotes on you?" Bai Lingxiao said sourly.

Zhao Po loved road trips when he was in the modern world and had visited remote mountainous areas, so even though the house of the Gan Junliu family was crude, it was nothing Zhao Po couldn't accept.

The Earth-Vein Evil Flood Dragon coiled amidst the scattered flesh and blood, its forked tongue flicking in and out, its scarlet eyes filled with icy coldness.

Meng Yin was halfway through her sentence when Jiang Qingwan’s voice suddenly appeared, followed by the sound of high heels clicking on the tiles.

Both of them had been busy all morning, their stomachs long since growling, and they finished off a large bowl of rice completely.

Upon learning that Qin Jiang’s team had emerged unscathed from this strict crackdown, and given that Qin Jiang was rumored to have a strong background—even the police station couldn't handle him back then—the situation was clear.