Chapter Fifty-Two: The Ye Residence

"You cowards! All you do is eat, drink, and make merry. Now that I need you, not a single one of you is of any use. Is there truly not one among you who can kill Zhao Yuan?" Boss Qian was beside himself with rage, berating the crowd as they hung their heads in shame. Each of them thought to themselves that if any of them really could kill Zhao Yuan, they wouldn’t still be working for Boss Qian.

Yet another man stepped forward, eager to take on Zhao Yuan, but he was stopped. In a low voice, he said, "It’s true that making money isn’t easy, but this man is not to be trifled with. I faced him just now, and only then did I realize how formidable he is. We are no match for him."

The newcomer, willing to accept the challenge, was already...

"This place reminds me a bit of the Beihai Tunnel," Shi Yitao remarked, all the while desperately working the black furnace, glancing at Yao Muchen as he spoke.

"Sir, these elixirs are of excellent quality. I’ll give you one thousand seven hundred spirit stones for each of the intermediate ones—will that satisfy you?" The old shopkeeper smiled broadly, his eyes reluctant to leave the bottle of pills in his hands, as he looked up to seek approval.

Yang Chengdong’s eyes widened with amazement at the neatly arranged, strange oval gourds and white pineapples before him.

"My shadow?" Yadong was startled to find that his shadow had vanished from the floor. In an instant, two shadows began to assault him, launching a frenzied attack on his body.

But for now, the most pressing matter was his dislocated left shoulder. He had seen his grandfather demonstrate how to treat a dislocation and had witnessed it with his own eyes, but he had never done it himself, nor had he ever seen anyone set their own joint back in place.

"Protecting the safety of our lord is the duty of every citizen in Pingjiang City. Such a fine assignment is an honor for both Liangyu and me. May I ask when you plan to depart, sir? That way, we can make the necessary preparations," Wang Meng said, his face beaming.

Xu Qian’er followed silently behind Han Xiao, who walked on with a smile. Yet her heart was bleeding; she knew that the departure of Zhou Zixin and Xiao Yaxian would be a crushing blow for Han Xiao.

Chen Xinghai felt stifled—here he was, neglecting the world’s most supreme cultivation techniques to train in martial arts instead. Was he being foolish? But his secret was not yet ready to be revealed, so he could only stall, or muddle through as best he could.

"It’s pointless to stay locked in for days. That piece of paper really is a pain..." Ye Bai said, his tone suggesting more than he spoke.

What surprised him was that number sixty-six and several villas nearby were all brightly lit.

It might seem like an obsession, but whether by logic of volume or principle, a marksman who cherishes his gun will always outperform one who doesn’t—and has a better chance of surviving in combat.

"Boss, two bowls of herbal tea and two baskets of hot buns," Shi Yan said as he sat down, addressing the busy owner.

"Leader of the Swamp Star Resistance Alliance, Water Walker, requests to speak," Shuang Yanhao announced, gesturing invitingly. The signal light turned green, and the hovercar carrying Water Walker automatically flew to the center of the venue, stopping in front of the podium.

"Sacrifice? What sacrifice?" Liu Lingshan was puzzled. What was she required to give up? Was Peter short of money again?

At this moment, Wan Qianshan’s face was as dark as thunder. Though the gap between a peak Five-Star Soul Emperor and a Half-Step Six-Star might seem small, only those who had reached that level understood how vast the chasm truly was!

He was not a wolfman among the beastkin, but a Dark Wolfman. It’s hard for ordinary people to tell them apart, but in essence, one carries beast blood from ancient ancestors, while the other descends from pure humans who were transformed through a dark ritual.

Though there were no rankings yet, the dramatic increase in points over these few days left her utterly thrilled.

"I hope your country can provide a loan of two hundred million marks to ours. We will use it to purchase mining equipment, warships, firearms, and other military supplies from your nation, and also request that you send some active or retired naval officers to teach at our Yantai Naval Academy," Zai Xun requested.