Chapter 35: The Captain's Question

It didn’t take long; before nightfall, news of the Ma family’s tragedy reached Fu’an Brigade.

Xu Hanshan’s face was tinged with green, sweat beads rolling down his forehead in large drops. Whether it was fear or something else, it was hard to say.

When darkness fell, he no longer worried about idle gossip. Alone, he hurried to the Jiang family to find Wanshun.

“Shun girl, is it true that everyone in the Ma family is gone? How did they die? Why so suddenly? Why are you unharmed? Do the police know you were at the Ma family’s home yesterday?”

His mother had already been coaxed to bed by Su Fan; he stood by the window, not holding a cigarette, his figure elegant and distant against the snowy white backdrop.

Before my grandmother passed away, she often came to help look after me at home. She would stroke my hair and sigh deeply.

He wore an ivory coat with a blue plaid scarf, a few snowflakes scattered in his hair, looking very much like a weary traveler returning home.

Drugged, Anthony was powerless; she tugged him and he fell onto the bed. She pressed him down, daringly moved closer, and kissed his lips. Their lips trembled against each other.

Gu Xixi responded casually with an “Oh,” but another question had been lingering in her mind, waiting to be asked.

After such a bountiful harvest, the natural course was to go to the Multiverse Store to strengthen themselves. Thus, Zhu Nanmu and Qingyin weren’t in a hurry to return to Tianhe County, but instead sought out the nearest temporary trading point.

Gao Yuankai was already in police custody, and Brother Long and the others were caught one after another, all handcuffed and loaded into police cars. What awaited them next was the stern and impartial judgment of the law.

“If you’re thirsty, drink some water… That was your sister just now.” Only then did she realize that she had been so caught up arguing with Gu Nanqie, she hadn’t gotten a drink, and her throat still burned.

Every action and word of his seemed to say: The problem isn’t with me—it’s with you.

Though the capital city gathered goods from more than a dozen neighboring countries, unmatched in quality and variety, nothing caught Zhu Nanmu’s interest. He wasn’t out shopping but rather enjoying the city’s bustle and customs, mainly for the pleasure of sightseeing.

Zhang Yeshan, upon hearing this, thought of the latest trend—the AA system that flouted familial ethics—and his vision went dark, nearly collapsing onto the ground.

Two elderly men, identical in appearance, met in midair. As the hail of ice arrows and tornadoes neared their bodies, the two gaunt figures seemed to have planned it all in advance; magnets in their bellies instantly released beams of black light.

To strip off every stitch of clothing, leaving nothing behind—this was absolutely possible! Yet Situ Xuan had no confidence in this acupuncture session; his heart trembled, and with Lin Yushu’s alluring scent, he wasn’t sure he could withstand the temptation.

“Yes, we’ll head straight for the capital. My men prefer a direct confrontation,” Zhou Long said.

When Allen heard his description, his spine chilled and cold sweat broke out. He could vaguely imagine, could almost feel, just how unbearable that sensation must be.

The plot took a sudden and sharp turn, leaving everyone reeling, especially the middle-aged and elderly—Liang Weidong and the gathered enforcers.

If Fan Zhao heard Chiyuki’s words, who knows if he’d give her a thumbs-up and express deep admiration for Daoce’s far-sightedness.

Originally, Yufan hadn’t intended to embarrass them so much, but their attitude displeased him, so he added a few more cutting remarks.

Xu Shu was secretly amazed at Chen Mo’s plan. He had already witnessed the terrifying power of those five thousand archers—if not for them, how could their infantry have surrounded the cavalry and won a decisive victory?

Xu Zhi listened to Liao Yin and realized he intended to teach him the Shaolin Vajra Finger. Leading Xue Atan and An Jingsi, they approached. Liao Yin was cold-faced but warm-hearted, always true to his word; so although his junior brothers respected him, they also admired him.

Murong Xue’er didn’t respond to Bao’er but instead smiled and glanced toward the entrance of the inn.