Volume 1, Chapter 47: Methods of Vying for Favor

He should have stayed at the entrance of the cathedral, waiting for Zhu Lan to finish negotiating with the bishop before returning to the council, but the sight of the cathedral left him feeling deeply unsettled.

Nangong Yan was naturally not someone with extremely poor comprehension, otherwise he would not have achieved what he did today, but his comprehension could barely reach just over a hundred.

With a thought, a dense aura of evil gathered around him. A ferocious and terrifying deep green armor covered in intricate demonic patterns formed. A green flash vanished in an instant, and the wings behind the two ordinary scarabs evaporated into thin air. Their ascending forms slowed down and they crashed to the ground.

The more Elder Sun deduced, the more he felt this possibility was high, and perhaps even inevitable. Thus, Elder Sun's heart, refusing to yield to old age, began to stir with ambition.

Immortal beings like Qin Wu played an extremely important role in this, but casualties were heavy, and several teams were completely wiped out due to unexpected accidents.

Upon hearing the news, General Wu, the commander of the Naypyidaw military and political building, was so furious that he immediately ordered the deputy commander to be demoted by three ranks, placed in solitary confinement for half a month, and had him directly taken to the Yangguan military prison.

Master San Ma was about to continue making trouble when Suxi, dressed in a red silk long dress, emerged from the driver's seat. Her cold and elegant temperament, perfect figure, and stunningly gorgeous face immediately captured everyone's attention.

Achieving victory without the leaders making a move carries a different significance compared to achieving victory with the leaders intervening. The former better demonstrates the unfathomable strength of the Samsara Organization.

This feinting tactic was actually a mediocre technique long since discarded at the elite level. It was completely useless and only wasted attack opportunities, yet at this very moment, such a tactic brought about unexpected results.

He hurriedly explained with a smile, "If we hadn't joined the Chamber of Commerce in Huangyan City and learned how to do business, we probably would have starved to death on the streets long ago."

This old man was naturally none other than Luo Baiqing, the former manager of the Guangren Pharmacy on East Street in Hangzhou, known to all as the Merciful-Hearted Poison Hand.

"Gold element? Do we still need to go outside to find this?" Lin Zhong also discovered that the Dragon Squad was truly a place that created miracles. His old heart, which had remained calm for many years, frequently had to undergo some accelerated workouts.

After pacing around the second golden bowl for a long time, Alice stood up and came before the third golden bowl.

Tang Luo took in the vendor's actions, picked up a small pottery bowl, activated his X-ray vision, and began to examine it.

Fighting against Long Jianfei was a burly man titled the Wrestling King. Standing two meters tall, he towered over Long Jianfei by a full two heads. His body was packed with solid muscle, and apart from his face, he was tattooed all over. With a ferocious expression, he looked terrifying at first glance.

Behind the two of them followed four bodyguards wearing sunglasses. Judging from the faint aura emanating from their bodies, they all appeared to be formidable experts.

Seeing that it was approaching noon, Cheng Yan took off his protective gear and changed into his own clothes. Pulling out his phone, he saw several missed calls, all from An Xin, and hurriedly called her back.

A murderous intent suddenly surged in Yang Qing's heart. He swung his blade and slashed. Taken completely by surprise, this strike was extremely fierce. Recognizing the danger, Chou Wanqian and the other two hurriedly retreated to dodge. Believing the three were terrified of his steel saber, Yang Qing let go of Xiao Yingying and unleashed another horizontal slash.

Ever since Ruoshu was mentioned, Zhongli You had maintained a preoccupied expression, naturally paying no heed to Ouge Qin's words.

At the mere thought of the smiling face Daoist Lin Mo had previously shown her, Yang Ting subconsciously squeezed her tender, jade-white, long legs together.

"Angelica, inevitably we must return one day; the Three Mountains can also be our home," Youfu murmured, gazing absentmindedly at the herbs in his hand.

Hearing Lin Mo's words, Baili Xunhan hurriedly handed the list from her storage pouch to Lin Mo, watching as he instructed the handyman disciples of the Spiritual Plant Garden to gather the items.

Chen Mo let out a helpless, light sigh. From his very first meeting with Fatty Long, he knew the guy had a very foul mouth, but he didn't remember it being quite this bad back then. The aggressiveness was simply off the charts.

This stone was about the size of a palm and pitch-black all over. Had its texture not been hard, it would have been practically indistinguishable from charcoal.

Who didn't know that Conan claimed the person he liked was Mouri Ran, and his character setting was practically a romance idiot? When it came to matters of the heart, he tended to believe whatever anyone told him.

Toshio Maeda, the champion of the National Karate Championship six years ago, and a researcher at the Electronic Research Institute of Chengnan University.

This terrifying scene sent chills down the spines of everyone in the distance. Even Senior Brother Qi, who was at the tenth layer of Qi Refinement, was frightened into taking several steps back, panic gripping his heart.

A verdant brilliance surged upward, forming a curtain of light shaped like an inverted giant iron pot, blocking all attacks coming from every direction.

Conan felt somewhat annoyed. Sherlock Holmes was his idol after all—someone who was calm and composed at all times, full of intellect, well-mannered, and possessed the world's number one observation and deduction skills as the world's greatest detective. Not just anyone could become him; he merely aspired to.

Upon hearing this tune, Chiyuki's mouth twitched immediately. Raising his gaze, he saw Atobe lightly brushing the tear mole at the corner of his eye with one hand while tightly gripping the cliff face with the other, his expression gloomy and his sharp eyes lowered slightly as he looked down at him.

The inn's attendants were initially extremely welcoming of their arrival. Upon learning that Tang Long and his group were police officers, the attendants were not as warm as before. Now, realizing they were police officers, the manager knew regret and immediately came down to receive them.