Volume 1, Chapter 25: Entering the Factory

"Silence! Do not dare to run wild in the Law Enforcement Hall. Drag him away and give him twenty strikes with the staff!" Nan Mu bellowed, his face twisted with menace. Meng Si dared to provoke them openly and had to be punished without mercy; the reputation of the Law Enforcement Hall was not something anyone could trample upon.

Green Flower Eye: Derived from the peak of Mount Tai. This eye is not human, but the brightest crystal found atop the mountain. It can emit a blinding flash during combat, temporarily rendering the opponent sightless.

With another hum, Pei Xiuqi leaned his other cheek forward, signaling for Yan Yiyi to kiss that side as well.

This drama is quite long; the initial plan is for fifty episodes, starting with domestic intrigue, followed by palace power struggles.

"Judging by these circumstances, Meng Si should have already left the territory of the Xiaohuang Palace," Yue Yan murmured.

Zhang Yuwei fought back her sobs, struggling to hold up three fingers on her right hand, her head bowed as she dared not look at Ye Zhi's face.

Seeing the expressions on these people's faces, Xuan Chen felt comfortable as well. After all, these men were his brothers, and naturally, he wanted to treat them well.

"What is this thing for?" The Chief was also curious. He understood Wang Qiang's intentions perfectly; after all, to reach such a position, one's wisdom and insight must be far beyond the ordinary.

If one could obtain some of these stones, wouldn't it mean they could be used to forge profound weapons, or perhaps even sacred ones?

Jia Hua dared not carelessly pull the bamboo spear from Sun Ce’s body. He only dared to chop off the protruding shaft, hoist Sun Ce onto his own warhorse, and then lead the horse on foot to break through the encirclement.

And now, with Mo Ning's cultivation having broken through to the mid-stage of the Dharma Talisman Realm, does this mean Mo Ning's current strength could rival a cultivator in the Separation-Union Realm?

Ning Yi returned to his expressionless state, his somewhat icy gaze seemingly fixed on the person in front of him, yet appearing as if he were lost in thought.

"Well, I don't come here often. Find me a quieter spot," Song Jiayi said.

Li Yu buried his head into the side of He Linwan's neck and hummed again. The warm air brushed against her sensitive skin, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

Of course, rumors are just rumors. No matter how fiercely they spread, they will eventually fade away.

Whoever took charge of the Emperor's illness and let him die during the treatment would no longer have to waste their days in the Imperial Hospital.

Unfortunately, after killing the Lord of Death, no essence of life was obtained. Otherwise, if one could hatch a legendary-level advanced research Zerg, the base's scientific capabilities would surely see a qualitative leap.

"Master An knew I was ill and said that Miss Ling’s medical skills are excellent. Since I had once saved the Ling family, the two of them insisted on coming to treat me," Shi Ting explained.

After all, if what Zhao Cheng said was true, the young lady was now disfigured and would likely be extremely unwilling to face the world's gaze.

Arriving outside the Chongyang Hall, he saw his master, Sun Bu'er, walking out, and spoke loudly with a triumphant expression.

"No problem, Captain! I’ll contact the main headquarters immediately. Hold on!" Beads of sweat the size of peas rolled down Old He's forehead as he scrambled to pull out his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed the main headquarters.

On the contrary, the second young master of the Fang family was incompetent and feared this person; whatever he felt was written all over his face, and even if he wanted to deal with someone, he would certainly do it directly.

Not until Warren sat at his drum kit did Atwood Campbell take off his glasses and close his eyes. He raised his right hand and spoke with the solemnity of a monarch.

Qin Yuerong felt that Jiang Feng was getting angry, so she dared not waste any more time. She ran over and hugged his arm, a hint of pleading appearing on her face.

In the mountains, there was a dilapidated temple. Inside, a handsome monk sat cross-legged, draped in white robes and pressing his palms together in a Buddhist greeting, his lips moving as if reciting scripture with devotion.

He glanced at the old envoy standing below and began to doubt the authenticity of the letter's contents.

Sheng Wanyan knew that he always gave her the best food while he only ate things with little nutritional value.

"He is right; this is indeed God-Fire Wood, and it can indeed burn a Martial Emperor to death, or even someone stronger," Lin Qingyan stated.

"Let's not talk about him. Brother Gao, you must have spent a lot of money to treat my classmates today. How much was it? I'll pay you back," Zhang Tingting said, changing the subject.

If one could muster the courage in this moment, could one taste the sweetness? Her lips seemed to be pouting—was this a silent invitation?

Elder Yan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, his gaze drifting toward Zhu Jiujie.

All the assassins in the hotel were dead—the ones from the Black Dragon Group under Zhong Zeshan’s command. Of course, the first to die miserably were the four dirty cops.

This situation lasted for a while, and it was only when nothing else happened that I slowly calmed down.

Gas danced and filled the entire villa. She left the building, locked the front door, inserted a stick of sandalwood incense into the wooden door, and lit it.

Shi Yan’s master did not hide the truth about her origins but told everything to Yun Xingtian and Lin Zijun.

"What's wrong, Sun Qiang?" His body hit the shelving unit with a bang. Hearing the commotion, I hurried over.

"Fenghua, you really are something," Elder Si praised Sheng Fenghua before lowering his head to continue eating.