Chapter Ninety-Two: My Name Is Bai Weizi, Not Aunt Bai!

The little brute, trying to play dirty, are you? Hm?

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So you even cut my clothes, did you? Hm?

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Ning Sanniang flung Liu Shen aside, hurled him back and forth, then battered him mercilessly with her iron fists.

Even though the meditation chamber was tucked away in a remote corner, some people in the dockside hall could still hear the muffled booms coming from inside.

A few of them wanted to go see what was happening, but Hu Dahai stopped them with a single warning: hurry up and leave, this is no business of ours.

The old shopkeeper murmured to himself, then suddenly exerted force with his hand and snapped the man's arm bone in two. White bone, slick with blood and flesh, stabbed through the skin.

Nanjing really had not run into any trouble; it was just that the clients had arrived. That year the Institute of Engineering had signed countless contracts, yet by now more than half still remained unfulfilled. Of course, the institute had never guaranteed a deadline. The term they offered was ten years, and they had made it plain at the time: if you could accept that, then accept it; if not, then there was nothing to be done—take care of it yourselves.

Yes, whether he came to the city district or not, arranging bodyguards and such was always left to the people below him. One phone call was enough.

For a man like that, standing before a clan head such as Lord Jing, who held real power, he naturally had very little confidence.

In a world of ice and snow, vast stretches of snow lotuses bloomed everywhere, their pure white petals like the most unblemished of feelings in this world, elegant, beautiful, and breathtaking.

Feng Shujia was certainly kind-hearted, but she would never casually leave behind both money and people with such thoughtfulness. Could it be that she had also sensed the Prince of Fenyang's intense effort to win over Cao Bin?

"Come, come, everyone, sit down!" Zuo Wenjun called out, seating Gu Ning and Leng Shaoxi beside herself before pouring each of them a glass of red wine.

At first, Yaqin had still been wondering who the man beside Qingcheng was, the one the constables had spoken of. When Banyu Changge appeared, she was somewhat uneasy, but not overly surprised.

Originally, some outer-sect disciples liked the quiet here, so they had chosen this place as their gathering spot.

"Boss, don't take the fight. He's obviously just bullying people. He's so huge that his body alone could crush a man. If you fight him, you'll be at a terrible disadvantage." Lin Wanyer cried out anxiously to stop him.

The people who lived by the Yellow River had made their living for generations by pole-ferrying across it. Heaven had split this Yellow River open so that these people might have a bowl of rice to eat.

"Look how anxious you are. I still need to make a careful assessment!" Bai Lu nudged the Wind God's elbow, finally breaking his reverie.

Is this guy sick or what? Lu Xing stared blankly at He Qiaoyi, who was doubled over with laughter, and in his heart he filed him together with Jiang Banxia as one of the madmen.

Qin Jie looked at her, not understanding why. Shi Yue went off for a run, and somehow it had ended up like this.

"Don't forget, Bai—three years. Train properly with Lord Lonely Moon."

Jing Tianwen stroked Wu Bai's hair.

He Chen's gaze fell on the dark forest. He wanted to find the sniper's position, but to no avail.

"Elder, by now the Wind God and Bai Lu should already know that Feng Shuang is still alive," Ming said, bending slightly and clasping his fists.

Ling Hai's heart jolted violently. He had not expected Meng Jie to be so direct. That final question crashed through the gates of his heart like a flood, and his pulse instantly quickened.

A cat not yet three months old could not possibly be so large. Jiang Banxia lifted the tabby and studied it for a while, thinking that perhaps it was because cats tribute-bred by foreign lands were not quite the same as those of the Central Plains.

So, whether what these people were saying before her was true or false, she really could not tell. What if it was false?

But in general, these high-grade pills needed far longer to refine.

Lin Hong watched as Wei Yan climbed the stone platform with steady steps. A flicker of disdain passed through his eyes. With a half-smile, he glanced at the long sword on Wei Yan's back and then continued.

A whole host of faults: refusing to suffer loss, refusing to forgive, lacking self-respect, ignoring rules, not knowing what is proper, disregarding reputation, and every manner of impropriety, indifference, shamelessness, and unrelenting, unreasonable behavior.