Chapter 107: Daughter-in-Law

He followed Lin Lu’s lead and called out, “Aunt Luo.”

Luo Man looked at him kindly. “This child is quite clever, I hear you once saved our Lu Lu?”

Zhao Yu scratched his head. “I wouldn’t say I saved her. Back where I’m from, when something happens, we all share responsibility.”

Luo Man nodded...

“Where’s the man in black?” Liu Yin asked, “Where is he? Didn’t Wei Yuxuan see anyone in black?”

Suddenly, he felt a little embarrassed, remembering he hadn’t worn clothes for a long time, and a sense of shame crept in.

What else could be said? Should he praise His Majesty’s foresight, or say the emperor has a thorough grasp of all these matters?

In the central control room of the Beijiang racetrack, there were many screens, all displaying the situation on the track.

Li Suoluo opened her eyes again, sat up straight, narrowed her eyes, a trace of puzzlement on her face.

Lin Yi’s expression faltered for a moment. In a place like Huaxia, not just anyone qualified to bear such wounds.

Councilor Qi tore off his tie in his office, threw it onto the sofa opposite his desk, walked to the window and looked out, then returned to open the door and glance into the hallway. He closed the door again and locked it.

Now, hearing Pang Dahai say it, the deaths of infants occurred not only at Jiulong Lake but throughout Jiangcheng, and there were many. Moreover, it had begun over a year ago.

Yan Mu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and crawled out from under the bed. Bai Feng’s corpse had been taken away, leaving a deep crimson trail across the marble floor, a silent testament to the dead man’s lingering resentment.

The Emperor Jing had come alone to Yan State, clearly prepared, but with so few men, her father’s life was probably not in danger, though a vague unease still lingered.

But Qian Ruoruo had drunk far too much, and even sobering soup was useless. So he simply held her and fell asleep with her in his arms.

Li Nan knew well what fear was. For a twelve-year-old boy, the impact such an event had on his nerves could only be understood by the one who experienced it.

The officers’ cafeteria was nearly empty. In front of each person sat a steaming bowl of egg and vegetable soup, a bowl of American-style fried peas with corn, and a plate of canned luncheon meat.

“The Black Tortoise Shield—a fine artifact, but not quite suitable for us,” Bai Ze remarked. The people of the Hidden God Sect were assigned the accommodations closest to the auction center.

At noon, Wang Peng had lunch with Taiwanese businessmen, then in the afternoon met with Dongzi and his group, newly arrived in Dongjiang, to discuss and resolve some issues encountered during the investment process.

As they spoke, the bald man drew a dagger from behind his waist, spun around to approach the table, and with a swift motion, brought the blade down on Gao Hu, severing his head in an instant.

Since Mu Kun had spoken, the other generals naturally followed their commander’s lead, nodding in agreement with Nan Ming’s words.

Daydream finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Liuhuo’s relaxed yet slightly embarrassed expression, he knew they had safely passed this ordeal—once again, his gamble had paid off.

The standoff dragged on for five or six minutes. Jing Moxuan set his coffee cup down and walked toward the lounge. He didn’t bother to knock, simply walked straight in.

In the apocalypse, population was the scarcest resource. When such a massive population appeared, one could only imagine how much greed it would incite.

“Good eye, sir. Planning to take these children home? With a little training, each one will be a tiger among men,” the teahouse owner said to Xi Ning from his seat by the stove.

And whether this decision succeeded or not would in some ways depend on the volunteer army, as well as Shen Tusu and the others.

Venus in the eastern sky began to sink below the horizon. There was no time to lose; Fu Han didn’t allow the subordinates who had just arrived and barely caught their breath much rest.