Chapter 40: There Will Be Plenty of Time Ahead

Du Zhiqiang, the loader at the textile mill who had taken a liking to Yan Xiaomai.

It turned out that the man had not left the mother and son to live in that dilapidated shack; he had built a lean-to right next to it. However, the textile mill operated on a three-shift rotation, so he could not keep watch over them day and night.

Tian Xiang said, "You can hide from the first day of the month, but not the fifteenth. If the three of you continue like this, something will happen sooner or later. Either you will meet with disaster, or he and Huang Wenbiao will, or perhaps your son will be caught in the crossfire. Have you ever considered this?"

"Fei Ge, don't you worry!" Huangfu Yichen held Chen Yihui tightly. Chen Yihui looked a bit shy, and between that and the alcohol she had consumed, her entire face was flushed with a rosy glow.

When he climbed to the 90-meter mark, he could go no further, but he refused to give up, wanting to persevere. Yet, just as he took the next step, he fell heavily to the ground, and the people above him came down as well.

Lian Che did not stop speaking; instead, he leaned in close to Shen Miaoyan and frivolously lifted her chin with two fingers.

"Xue'er, I was wrong! I really was!" Only after Guo Nianfei admitted her mistake did Ling Xue'er angrily release her grip.

One order after another was issued, and elders left one by one to carry them out. Before long, the massive grand hall was empty once again. Zhuang Cheng sat back in his seat, looking upward; he understood that after today, the undercurrents in Wuling Town would be churning, and peace would be a thing of the past.

The First and Second Elders felt this made sense and nodded, but only Reynold looked troubled: Is it really that simple?

Sitting on the sofa, Feng Chenmo crossed his legs, which were incomparably slender, and casually sipped the fragrant tea in his cup.

"Then who could it be? And what does that space look like?" Gu Luo asked, feeling frustrated as he turned to other questions.

"If I say we aren't going, will you tie us up and drag us there?" Mu Xue had more than a little to say.

"Dad, I'll tell you the truth! Ying'er and I have already been intimate! Here are the test results!" Huo Qiong produced a piece of paper.

"It’s enough to feed 3,000 people. We'll give it to those in more serious condition first. All those who volunteered for the experiment showed a response to norfloxacin, but the duration hasn't been long enough..." The last sentence was Zhou Houyuan's habitual way of shirking responsibility, just like any other expert.

While this group waited in the lobby, inside the villa's bedroom, the five great powerhouses—Lin Tingfeng, He Wuji, Qin Zongtu, Sun Lingtian, and Lei Fanghe—were gathered around Fang Can, who lay on the bed, deep in discussion.

The employees working here had all been promoted to staff members. Although their salary increases did not match the double-pay system of the trainees, they still received a 30% compound increase, which was far better than that of ordinary workers.

Zhao Hao laughed heartily, suddenly leaping up and springing onto a large tree nearby. He plucked a few large leaves, rolled them together, and fashioned a leaf whistle.

The brilliant blade light descended, clashing with Chen Luo’s Sinful Battle Spear, creating the sound of striking metal. Chen Luo’s form in the air wavered for a moment, suppressed downward by the radiance of the blade.

Seeing that Zhao Hao remained silent, Fang Baihua added with a playful smile, "Since you, young master, are acting on behalf of heaven, heaven will not be so blind as to ignore it. You need not worry."

Luo Yifan replied, "Listen to me, and you will understand. Let us first determine the general structure of the secret room upstairs. Using these two wooden boards as the east and west walls..." Luo Yifan used the two long wooden boards to partition off a rectangular space.

The reason it had been so difficult to confirm was that Shangguan Xue'er’s personality in reality and her persona online were simply worlds apart.

"...That's good! That's good!" Keke’s tears fell uncontrollably; for the first time, she could weep in total relief.

The "Vulture," arrogant and confident in his own strength, did not take the young man seriously, assuming he had only succeeded through a sneak attack and that his true skill was likely not very high.