Chapter 82: Guangzhi Saves Me (Part Four)

Seeing Shen He’s look of pure satisfaction, Lu Ji scratched his temple with his index finger, utterly bewildered. “Where did you get that cola?”

The others also looked at Shen He with strange expressions. When they'd chosen their gear, they’d all tried to lighten their loads as much as possible—no one in their right mind would bring along something as frivolous as cola. Who brings a soda on a mission, anyway?

Feeling his current state, Shen He carefully screwed the cap back on the bottle.

At this moment, just the thought that Li Yuan could exchange this nuclear bomb with the auction house’s requirements made her heart swell with delight.

But as soon as she spoke, the taste of blood flooded her throat. She wished she could seize the mastermind behind all this and repay him a thousandfold for everything she’d suffered.

The breach in the city wall was enormous. By the light of the city lamps, it was clear that nearly an eighth of the city had been sheared away—like a square cake with one corner cut cleanly off.

The mission members had grown a bit more familiar with one another, and some began to share what they knew. Of them, Yang Tianyu spoke the most.

After dining together at Mayor Chen’s home, Xiao Bufan and Director Zhou left the luxurious villa side by side.

“I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Please, just let me go,” Li Yuanliang sobbed, his face twisted and unsightly, the rolls of flesh trembling as tears, snot, and blood smeared across his cheeks.

By the light of the miner’s lamp, they could see clearly—the man sitting there was the same slave who’d been whipped in the recorded footage.

There were five types in all, none particularly difficult to refine. With his previous experience, Li Yuan succeeded every time, extracting the materials with ease.

The moment Xiao Bufan pushed open the hospital room door, he saw several ER doctors gathered inside, while the patient lay on the bed, his mouth drooping and eyes askew, completely paralyzed.

Only when the final bolt of lightning descended and the storm clouds scattered did sunlight slowly shine upon Li Yuan, finally releasing him from his illusion.

According to Han law, the wild men who fled into the mountains lacked registration and paid no taxes. If caught by any northern noble clan, they would automatically become slaves, their lives and deaths no longer their own.

Having read through the barrage of comments, she still couldn’t tell whether this was a good or a bad thing.

Her elder sisters had just eaten some steamed eggs and gruel, not yet gone to sleep. Under the nursemaid’s care, they played energetically on the kang bed. They weren’t shy around strangers—when told to call someone Third Uncle, they did so; when told to call him Uncle Huan, they obeyed, chattering to their mother in a language only children could understand.

On her beautiful, delicate face was a gentle smile. Her gaze toward Zhang Jialiang was as soft as a stream quietly flowing through the heart. The unique grace and liveliness of Huang Feier shone through, and Zhang Jialiang couldn’t help but rise and hold her tightly in his arms.

She watched his figure walking ahead, leaving the school. Under the streetlights, his shadow stretched long on the pavement, and now and then, she would step onto his shadow, following him forward.

Clearly, Gu Zhishan understood this well; he kept his camera pointed at Lu Yao the whole time, never missing a single expression. He felt a quiet satisfaction in confirming that Lu Yao treated him no differently than anyone else.

The two security guards had never seen such an adorably doll-like child—so cute they couldn’t help but want to scoop him up and shower him with kisses.

She couldn’t help but study Yun Jingting carefully… Tall and upright, his bearing was cold and handsome, exuding a frosty elegance. Yet when he spoke, his tone was tinged with jealousy, his expression endearingly lovesick—just like a boy hopelessly infatuated.

The reason he’d put half his attribute points into defense was to ensure that Fang Hua couldn’t take him out with a single sniper shot. As long as he survived the first shot, the rest of the fight would be his.

After the last mission to find the battleship’s energy core, Luo Tianhuan had gone to the weapons shop to stock up on Molotovs, grenades, and proximity mines—all of which would come in handy now. Still, the Rotting Tyrant’s defense was formidable, its vitality immense. Luo Tianhuan wasn’t sure just how much damage a single grenade would do.