Chapter 71: Taking Action

Slug’s father was just about to speak when Wan Shun glanced over. “All of you, the same—don’t be so eager to express your opinions or feelings. This place isn’t safe. If something happens, whose responsibility is it? It’ll never be clear.”

The group exchanged uneasy glances. Under Wan Shun’s seemingly calm but undeniably forceful attitude, they turned and walked toward the opposite side.

Though there were three options, it was clear there was no real choice. The first two would make them look like bullies, and even the most reasonable argument would seem groundless.

In the crowd—

Black Roland, real name Yekaterina, was the number one figure in the underworld a decade ago, now ranked second on the Celestial List.

After a moment, Captain Shen spoke again, his expression indifferent. Yet Gu Haofeng could still hear the loneliness in his tone. Clearly, Captain Shen cared deeply; it was precisely because he cared so much that he refused to show his disappointment.

What surprised him was that after the fungus was treated with Tianlong Holy Water, its color became even more beautiful—better than when it had just been cooked.

He discovered that the scent here was quite strong, but it was only the smell of wood, suggesting nothing had been here for quite some time.

After a brief deliberation, he chose to face the challenge head-on, gripping the Mo Wen sword tightly, dismantling move after move, while simultaneously using Yanhuang true energy to control and wield the Ice Soul sword, intercepting the remaining sword aura.

Wu Wei’s call had already gone through. Qin Qianying strode inside, ignoring everyone’s astonished looks, threw herself onto the sofa, grabbed a bottle of liquor, and began to drink as if she no longer cared for her life.

As long as he seized upon this fatal weakness, subduing this evil spirit would not be difficult at all.

The look in her eyes was eerily similar to how Wen Shan had gazed at him the day she left—tinged with pity, and as if she had finally understood despair and hatred—etching itself into his heart, never to be forgotten.

Simply because Jian Yu had treated him unusually kindly, Teng Yuanyu spent the entire day at the company in a good mood. When he thought of Bo Yanxi, injured because of Jian Yu, still lying in the hospital with bandaged hands, Teng Yuanyu couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

Since the commotion in the office began, Gu Haofeng’s face remained cold as he watched everything unfold in silence. He didn’t want to speak; it would only waste his breath. When he saw Li Jiao pick up the scissors, a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

“Nightshade, when will you return from your trip to Yan Capital?” Liu Qingxi nestled against Nightshade’s chest, speaking softly.

After listening to Long Xiaotian’s account, Lei Tian nodded slightly. He knew a little of the generations-old entanglement and grudges between the Dragon Clan and the Kunpeng Clan.

The commotion finally drew the patrol soldiers; they all rushed over and surrounded the opposing group. Danping had no choice but to whistle and order a retreat.

Yet the man in black gave no response. His body accelerated instantly, and his katana slashed down with the force of thunder. Nightshade stepped back again, dodging sideways as a silver needle shot toward the man’s abdomen.

Watching her close her eyes, Yang Xu helped wipe away the tears from her face, murmuring comfort by her ear. Soon, the two drifted off to sleep together.

He thought to himself, these two brides are clearly unwelcome; their future days are likely to be hard.

Yun Xiao stepped out of the palace doors, ran down the front steps, tripped, and fell hard at the bottom.

“Yes, some were dissatisfied after using the previous products. There are many, and it’s impossible to stop them all,” Liu Wanru said bitterly.

When she stood up, Yao Chuxi’s right leg gave way and she nearly collapsed again, but Luoyu held her up with all her strength.

The oncoming Dragon Shadow made Lei Kun sense a great crisis. He understood that if he didn’t throw everything he had into this, he might not be able to withstand the attack.

“They’ve hidden motorcycles here,” Xiang Yu quickly confirmed the traces left in the tunnel.