Chapter 24: There is a man over there who has been watching you.

The word "retirement" sounds comfortable and peaceful, but when applied to a high-ranking corporate executive, it takes on an entirely different meaning. It implies being stripped of real power, relieved of all internal responsibilities, and reduced to nothing more than a figurehead. Those present held their breath, not daring to utter a word for fear of being drawn into the eye of the storm. Little Sun’s face drained of color, then flushed, and drained again; at first, he thought the executive president before him was joking.

She set down her bowl, her long lashes lowered to veil the expression in her eyes. When the young bespectacled doctor had asked her what she had eaten that morning, she had specifically instructed him not to disclose the information.

Mu Zhen did not notice Kaihaote’s anomaly, which was entirely expected. Her nerves were far too thick, and without the aid of external abilities, she was simply incapable of sensing danger.

Until tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands of years ago—the time was so vast that many things had faded into illusory legends. Because it was a legend, there were bound to be falsehoods, but one thing was certain.

Yafu and her husband were taken aback. They thought, with their wealth and a life free from worries about food or clothing, living each day in carefree ease, was this not a good thing? Why, then, did she look so unhappy?

"Who gave you the courage to trap my niece? And who gave you the audacity to harm her? Since you dared to do this, surely you were prepared to pay the corresponding price?" Magic’s tone was calm, but his appearance suggested anything but serenity.

Seeing the two acknowledge him, Li Si felt an indescribable, inexplicable emotion. After a moment of silence, he sighed, waved his hand, and motioned for both of them to rise.

Waking up again, the room was unusually quiet. She nuzzled into the quilt; it was warm, soft, and quite comfortable, but when she turned her head, something fell from her hair.

Hearing him say this, although the police officer furrowed his brows, he could not ask anything further. After all, what had happened today was strange, and it was understandable that there was no explanation. After continuing to ask about the situation in the shop and recent events, the officer left.

"This humble one has no objections; we shall do as City Lord Zuo says!" Lady Yan cast a flirtatious glance at City Lord Zuo, speaking in a coy, coquettish tone.

Just as Commander Lei was about to give up and have the two fight again the next day, Ye Yanqing struggled and slowly climbed to his feet from the ground.

"The Flying Dragon Sword, weighing eighty jin, belongs to the divine artifact class. Its most miraculous feature is its ability to absorb and store energy; during battle, it can imperceptibly siphon an opponent’s energy for its own use. Am I right?" The voice of the Flying Dragon resonated through Ye Yanqing’s mouth.

The Fang family placed considerable importance on this shipment. They had arranged a luxurious escort team consisting of three mages, one warrior, and one Taoist, all to ensure the goods arrived safely at the designated location. Alas, the heavens had unpredictable storms.

An Liangyu glanced at Xia Tian; clearly, he was very fond of Xia Tian’s indifferent attitude.

"Truly a fine spear! At the very least, it is of quasi-divine rank!" Young Master Jiang was overjoyed. Without dodging, he flickered his figure and rushed toward Qin Xiao along the shaft of the spear. He reached out with both hands, intending to seize it.

She had no selfish motives. Ever since the incident with Murong Xi, Fu Bao had become essentially hopeless regarding love. All she wanted was to help her brother, the Crown Prince, suppress rebellions across the land, assist in reunifying the country, and preserve the Fu family’s reign. Other matters were no longer important to her.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter"—a rapid sound of galloping horses echoed. The members of the three major families, kneeling on the ground in disarray, raised their heads one after another. A glimmer of fervent hope flashed in their eyes. Could it be that Lord Duan had truly decided to change his mind and retract his order?