Volume 1, Chapter 35: Proud Assets

Ye Bu-fan: "Uh, where on earth did you hear that I have a knack for instructing women..."
"Er, this... it was merely a guess on my part, sir."
Ye Bu-fan inwardly chuckled. This fellow was so eager to curry favor with him that he had even offered up his own daughter. Still, the man’s attitude was commendable. If you refuse the first gift a subordinate offers, they might mistakenly believe you aren't accepting them, which is never a good thing.
More crucially, what exactly was He Ping's current situation and level of strength? Ever since she retired, it had become a complete mystery. Even within the Hive, countless people were desperate to figure it out; this venture was, in itself, a probe to test the waters.
Chen Li-hua was filled with hope for the future. Although she had only been released from prison today and had to convert her bank savings into Hong Kong dollars at the official rate—suffering a loss of three or four hundred thousand—she remained brimming with confidence.
"I am absolutely certain! The target hasn't moved; there's a very high probability they've been captured!" the man riding the bear spoke, his eyes burning with fervor. As long as they could present the Sacred Fruit, it would be a monumental achievement. If this task were successful, the rewards from above would be enough to sustain their cultivation until they reached the Four Poles realm.
Finally, when the helicopter landed and the cabin door opened, a plastic epidemic prevention tent appeared at the entrance. Silas Dehn stepped off the aircraft first and entered, followed by Zheng Jian-guo, who patted the two others before disembarking and following Silas Dehn into the tent.
Song Chun-hua changed her tone, no longer calling Zhang Fang-fen "Old Zhang," but starting to address her as "Sister Zhang." The two of them seemed to have become much closer.
Even though Huo Ying later claimed that the Huo family had played a major role in the fall of that dynasty, it could not change the fact that the Huo family was already a shadow of its former self.
To outsiders, Zheng Jian-guo held many identities: doctor, scholar, wealthy tycoon, contracted diplomat, and more.
Xue Ling thought to herself, then reached out to undo the belt at her waist, knelt down, stared ahead, and prepared to relax her muscles.
When she opened the box and saw the smiling face made of food ingredients and jam, Kim Ji-soo's train of thought underwent a subtle shift.
"As for those pirates with bounties, I expect you to use the wealth you plundered in the past to buy back your freedom. As notorious pirates, you must undergo three to five years of labor reform based on your past crimes. If your offenses were particularly grave, you will be subject to a term of between five and ten years of labor reform."
The layout of the consoles perfectly utilized concepts of space and aesthetics, flawlessly showcasing the sci-fi beauty of the cockpit while maintaining a sense of elegance.
To speak from the heart, I have received feedback regarding some issues during our interactions over this period, and I would like to provide a collective response here.
High-tech gadgets are becoming increasingly common; I suspect the high-tech collar Matcha wears is even more expensive than this health-monitoring watch.
Tang Seng fell silent. Human nature and demonic nature were, in truth, not so different. They were at once the most complex and unfathomable things in the world, and yet also the most simple and clear.
"Understood." Upon hearing this, everyone raised their weapons, ready to provide fire support at a moment's notice.
And so, Feng Jun settled in with peace of mind, staying for over ten days—a rare and relaxing interlude.
Yet, it could not be denied that the Cang Kingdom had not reached a point where it could treat other nations with utter indifference.
The key to passing this trial lay in seizing the number tags you needed while keeping your own well-hidden, for your own tag was, after all, the target of everyone else.
"Who are you? Why are you ruining our ritual?" the cult leader, clinging to his mangled body, roared in a frenzy, though it was unclear if it was truly out of faith in the evil god or sheer terror of death.
"Damn it, they've completely sealed off physical techniques!" Anger flashed across Melissa's face; it appeared her combat style had already been studied by the research institute.