Chapter 57: Lower the Ladder

"Shut up!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man who had recognized Zhao Xuan sneered outright.
In just a single sentence, Zhao Xuan was left dumbfounded.
This man knew who he was—so why wasn’t he speaking up for him?
At that moment, the middle-aged man spoke again:
“Do you know me?” ...
Yet, beyond such reasons, he truly didn’t know how to break the news to A Mo, news that would hit her like a tidal wave of disaster.
Only after Fei Ling’s figure disappeared across the road did a man come running down the other street.
She gazed long and hard at Qian Ren’s departing silhouette, her heart pounding wildly; with every beat, she found herself falling deeper for this man.
“Still, we can’t contact headquarters now anyway, so whether we report it or not hardly matters.” Lie Qian Rou’s lips curled in a bitter smile. At this point, she held the highest rank in the entire fleet; as long as she approved, this matter would naturally be settled.
But no matter how worried or reluctant he was, life had to go on. The next morning, He the Third went to work at the yamen as usual.
“All these years, Senior Brother Xu has saved me, helped me. Without him, even if I had my own escape techniques, Da Bai would have been doomed, or I might have failed to advance. Back at Mount Wanjia, if not for Senior Brother Xu, who knows where fate would have led me.”
“I won’t hurt you, nor will I let you leave. Just stay here quietly; when Cang Li dies, I’ll let you go.” With that, the black mist vanished with a swish.
Tian Yue stared in shock. He had seen eyes like that before—not from the same person, but they brought someone to mind: the one who had always hovered at his side, calling him ‘Senior Brother’ day after day.
He cared for her as tenderly as if she were a child, unaware what more he could do to make her love him more, to delay her leaving.
But after all, could the relics left by a godlike being be so easily destroyed by mere mortals overnight?
Bighead Fish, seeing the hundred-odd brothers marching behind him, felt like Chen Haonan, the boss of Causeway Bay—he strode forward, head held high, chest out, brimming with pride.
Terrified of being ambushed, Yasuo retreated to base, only to watch a fat wave of minions wiped out by the tower right under his nose; the loss nearly drove him mad.
Historically, when Li Zicheng rebelled, Prince Fu didn’t part with a single coin. Amid natural disasters, he even seized the tenants’ meager grain—so stingy he gambled away his own life. Clearly, the Ming imperial clan was born with the miser’s gene. Such generosity this time is nothing short of a miracle.
Listening to their debate, Hang Yu gained a deeper understanding of just how difficult it was to create an operating system. Especially on the technical side—since he wasn’t very familiar with it, he’d always thought it was just a matter of investing a billion or so and working hard for a year or two.
“You again—looking like some overgrown worm from the dragon clan!” The voice within Qian Jun was startled, filled with shock.
“Good! With such talent, Young Master, if you devote yourself to this, what battlefield could you not conquer?” Guo Jia, seeing Xiao Feng’s sincerity, replied with delight.
A holy white light descended as the priest mentor arrived just in time, casting healing to save the knight mentor from the brink of death.
“That’s right—our general can do the work of five of us in the fields.” Remembering the general’s labor in the fields, the man spoke with conviction.
Thank goodness I didn’t fight Wang Hao to the bitter end—otherwise, I might not even have known how I died.
Guo Zixiang, worried that things might spiral out of control and attract police attention, quickly called Wang Hao.