Chapter 63: The Wan Family’s Schemes

“Hahaha... Yes, over nine million, nearly ten million. I never expected sales would be so good. The workers in my factory are working around the clock in three shifts, machines running non-stop for twenty-four hours, just barely meeting the demand.

And this, I have you to thank for, especially for the custom motorcycles you ordered for those youngsters. Don’t be fooled by their age; they are quite famous in the motorcycle world. With their promotion and word-of-mouth, people flocked to us, far more effective than any advertisement I could pay for.

Unfortunately, our production capacity is limited.

Time stood still. Within those two seconds, Qian Shinuo committed an irreparable mistake.

Le Ruyi spotted Shuilian as if she were seeing something extraordinary, eyes wide in amazement, just about to speak when Nianmeng swiftly brought the medicine to her lips.

Tie Junyi didn’t hesitate; he took out Yan Hua’s token, worn but with its patterns clearly visible, and the imperial character gleaming with noble authority.

With a single sentence, Fang Xianjue lost his temper, helplessly cursing, “Ungrateful wretch!” before waving them away.

As the Blood Phoenix soared swiftly into the distance, it vanished without a trace between two towering peaks.

Fang Ziying’s expression remained blank. He either doubted Chu Yi’s ability or suspected that Fang Ruonan still had feelings for Fang Ziying.

Tie Junyi paid them no mind, already prepared with pills to restore his strength. Zhan Tian, sacred as the gods, unleashed a blade shadow that left his weapon.

Examining the attire and items proving their identities, Li Yun and the others immediately recognized these newcomers as none other than the allied forces of Harmony Sect and Star-Plucking Sect, partners in crime with Tianyu Gate.

She loved his gentle nature, loved his ever-smiling face, loved the warmth he brought her.

That heartless man—she once believed he would come to save her; after all, they were husband and wife, and she was carrying his child at the time. Yet what she waited for was not her husband, but a bowl of medicine laced with saffron.

Wei Yining gazed longingly at Shen Yihan. The journey to North Sea had deepened her feelings for him, engraving them upon her soul. She believed that happiness awaited them in the future.

It was not so simple; if it were an ordinary bracelet, she would gladly give it to Tu Yanyu. But that bracelet was from her mother, adorned with a fiery red gemstone, cherished dearly and not to be coveted by anyone else.

After listening to Yang Zheng, Chen Xi watched him inspect the handgun, about to ask for a closer look. Suddenly, he remembered what Black Owl said before leaving. If that was true, and this old man had already passed away, would Yang Zheng be punished? How severe would it be?

Startled, Chen Xi wondered—weren’t they in Jingdong? Where had they gone? Had they been deceiving him all this time?

Jian Qianqian sat in the car, pulling her phone from her pocket. It was nearly one in the afternoon; she was truly hungry. She touched her empty stomach and glanced around, noticing several bottles of mineral water on the dashboard.

The masses had their translation, but their hearts were no longer in it. They released their holy power, taking all the believers away from the sea, vanishing without a trace.

Despite the wounds covering Night Snow’s body, her organs... were not undamaged, but none were fatal or would affect her in the future.

Suddenly, Chu Chen rolled over, pinning Luo Qi beneath him. His gaze was passionate and urgent, yet he hadn’t lost control—he simply stared at her in a daze.

Xiao Qing closed his eyes, following his heart, hands moving without pause, savoring the moment. The flowing notes from his zither poured forth effortlessly. He couldn’t help but marvel at how smoothly everything came to him today.

Seeing Karl’s disappointment, Qin Shaoyou knew the strategy had succeeded. The masses could never wield power with arrogance and pride.