Chapter 57: A Clash Between Father and Son

After hearing Qian Songyi's words, Zhao Yuan shifted his attention from Boss Qian to him. He glanced at Qian Songyi’s expression, full of disappointment, as if he truly was disappointed in him. For a moment, Zhao Yuan felt a trace of regret, but so what? He cared nothing for the opinions of these people.

Zhao Yuan placed his hands behind his back, quietly gathering his strength. “Boss Qian, the net of justice may seem loose, but it never misses. One day, I will find the evidence and bring you to justice!”

“This accusation is baseless! Where did you get such an idea?” Boss Qian pretended to be angry. “I’ve spared your dignity again and again, yet you remain so unreasonable, even slandering me. I simply cannot tolerate you!”

With a broad gesture, Boss Qian summoned more people to surround Zhao.

The two men walking ahead fell into direct conversation, their topics as casual and habitual as discussing the weather.

“Keep up your stubbornness, I’m tired and don’t care anymore.” Dong Qingyan snorted, turned, and truly walked away.

Thunderous applause rose from the audience. Once everyone quieted, Ye Chenghong began his brilliant and concise address. Next, the head of the Port City Huaxia Hall branch took the stage to speak, followed by several disciples from the Medicine Sect responsible for the hospital and academy work at Huaxia Hall.

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly sank. No wonder the young master told him to retreat immediately—it was clear he knew the opponent was someone not to be trifled with.

Huaxia Nation, the capital. An Yiqing’s statements to the media had a certain effect; the people were invigorated. Responding to the call from the medical research base, many who had not yet received the red serum vaccine rushed to their nearest authorized hospital to be inoculated.

Enormous wings stirred relentlessly, bursting the air, and suddenly soared skyward. The surrounding temperature dropped several degrees in an instant.

The man gave her a cold look, then suddenly smiled in a strange way. The other men laughed as well, their gazes toward An Yiqing and Zhang Yufeng changing.

The green of the leaves faded, while the fruits grew ever more red and lustrous. The leaves no longer bore the texture of jade; the fruits seemed to be evolving into rubies.

All work at hand was finished, every enterprise now running smoothly. Collaborating with brothers Cheng Sheng and Cheng Li was the wisest decision she had made in recent years.

Lin Xingchen squinted for a moment, pondering how to rescue Shen Jialan. The other party must possess abilities or powers unknown to him; otherwise, with Shen Jialan’s strength, she could not have been captured so easily.

Her cultivation was not strong, yet her martial skills were in no way inferior to others in grade. With a single sword strike, she chilled heaven and earth, freezing all in her path. The terrifying, incomparable power of ice engulfed the entire force field in an instant, turning the intangible into the tangible.

Yin Rong was unlucky too; falsely accused of consorting with remnants of the former dynasty, he fell from the most promising heir to being sent far away. Only after his brother ascended the throne and issued a general amnesty was he brought back.

“Take it off.” That disciple said, then began removing his shirt. Lian hesitated, but also took off his hunting jacket, leaving only the thin garment underneath.

All Shen Nianyi could do was give his utmost, shooting out three glass tiles. The tiles were brittle and thin, shattered by a barrage of crossbow bolts, their speed undiminished. That man only grinned wider, the heavy crossbow still on his shoulder, unwilling to come closer, watching Shen Nianyi with a provocative intent.

Though the elderly man in gray possessed extraordinary cultivation, the spirit beast before him was even more remarkable. Its speed was nearly equal to his own; after chasing for two quarters, he had only narrowed the distance by a hundred meters. Among spirit beasts, its speed was truly astonishing.

The King of the Underworld waved his hand, and the ghosts retreated. Black and white spirits flowed, the scenery shifted, clouds spun by, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at a magnificent hall. Ten dragon columns stood guard, flanked by fierce kirins and lions.

“Damn you, Lin Xingchen! Delivering takeout isn’t easy, you…” The burly man crashed down behind the counter, covering his face and bursting into tears.