Chapter 86 Falling in Love

According to the youngest’s confession, it was indeed someone who paid them to do the job; even the deposit was considerable. After the video was approved, a final payment would follow. However, the employer only communicated directly with Scarface, while he and the second brother were simply responsible for carrying out the task.

A few days ago, the second brother was also apprehended, and his testimony matched the youngest’s in almost every detail. Scarface, however, was exceedingly cunning—he managed to evade capture several times, always slipping through the police’s grasp.

The information provided by the police...

Ximen Lingqiao shut the door softly and came to the table, speaking gently, “Eat slowly, don’t choke.” As she spoke, she poured hot tea for the two girls.

Heh. Liuhuo, seeing her acting so foolishly, bowed her head and laughed. She waved her hand, signaling her to return to her room.

Flames—terrifying orange flames erupted from the center of the sky pirates. For beings of fire, these flames were as essential as air is to humans; fire was both the source of life and the foundation of their strength.

Then, Tong Tianxiao transformed again into the likeness of Khan Saimu, reached out and patted Yan Rui’s shoulder, enabling her to walk, and escorted her outside together with Zhang Kuo.

Had it not been for those around restraining him, it would surely have turned into a rather unsightly scene—one where the esteemed Commander was publicly beaten and left humiliated.

“Wait!” Liuhuo turned and left; the person was no longer in her line of sight, evidently gone to open the door.

Yuan Shang hurriedly led his troops back to Ji City, ordering Chunyu Qiong and Jiao He to cover the rear. Upon seeing Yuan Shang’s retreat, Yuan Tan mustered the Dai County cavalry and soon pressed the attack.

Upon learning of this matter, Spring Flame grew immediately vigilant and hastened to inform Dark Smile, delivering a full report.

“Our Ninth Squad is not just skilled at forging; a hammer can be used to smith iron, but it can just as easily smash the skulls of those cold-blooded demons.” Arnold, usually the one to smooth things over, spoke with unusual resolve this time.

Earlier, she’d only mentioned it in passing, thinking it would go no further—certainly not achieve her true aim. But when Tan Zhenjiang took it seriously, Chen Lifen felt somewhat embarrassed.

Especially after hearing that when Zhou Jingjing left, she rode away in Song Aichang’s car—the road workers all saw it happen. Later, when he went to Song Aichang’s house and inquired, he learned that Zhou Jingjing kept asking where Song Xiangsi was along the way, but Song Aichang didn’t know, so he couldn’t say.

This kind of flattery and fawning was something he hadn’t enjoyed in a long time, and it made him feel suddenly elevated, his stature more imposing than before.

Liu Jie was now quite incensed—after all, the Liu family was famous throughout the martial world. How could they allow anyone to inspect their carriage at will?

“If you have something to say, say it! Don’t dawdle!” Tan Zhenjiang waved his large hand impatiently.

“Ge’er, if you force your way into Ghost City, you may offend those behind the great monument. Not only that, you might even become the monument’s criminal. You are meant to go to Qinglian; the elders of Xuanming Pavilion are still waiting for you. At this critical juncture, you cannot let anything happen to yourself,” the elder Gulong advised.

“Have a piece of bread; you can’t go save people on an empty stomach.” Lan Yanxi handed him a slice, then asked Chu Lie and the driver as well. Frightened, they quickly shook their heads, insisting they’d already eaten and daring not to compete with the Vice President for his loving gesture.

Ten years ago, Yu Qianqian had once sneaked into Pearl Prison to see Yu Xinxin—a woman even more striking than herself, a half-demon so beautiful yet empty, like a doll devoid of soul, her eyes utterly lifeless.

For this reason, Ji Minglang was often not his own master; his life was worthless—he could die for the sake of a master, but he could not implicate the Dongfang family because of it.

In the Supreme and Higher Realms, many buildings favored the use of dragons as decorations, given their power. Yet what puzzled Du Qianjie was that, so far, he had never seen a true, pure-blooded dragon. He wondered if, perhaps as a Xuan cultivator, such beings simply did not live on these planets.