Chapter 36: The Man with the Large Floral Tattoo

"You don't need to worry. There's nothing you need to help with; I've already hired a lawyer. Once the injury assessment report comes out, I'll sue them. If money can solve it, it's not really a problem."

In the past, she would have chosen to let things go.

Because she couldn't afford a lawyer, and she feared losing her job.

Now, she doesn't care about that money—she has a million in her account.

There are two limited-edition treasures at home as well.

"You acted pretty fast, even got a law—"

Just then, as the figure came to a halt, feet stepping into the void, a voice heavy with lingering hatred echoed from the silhouette enshrouded in green spiritual light. It was old and cold, like a chilling wind from the netherworld brushing past, nearly freezing one's soul.

Wusheng showed no reaction; his empty, hollow eyes betrayed no emotion, staring and piercing into the night.

In contrast, Dongse, deep in slumber, furrowed her brows tightly, sweat breaking out on her forehead. Blood welled constantly from her fingertips, dripping into the jade tray.

"Where... did it go wrong? What did he do to you?" Lu Yan lifted the teacup from the table, sipping lightly, though inside she struggled to restrain her anger.

Li Hao settled into the driver's seat of the Bugatti. The black leather was exquisitely comfortable. Before him, the steering wheel adorned with a silver Bugatti emblem—simple, elegant, bearing the Italian design flair. The Bugatti Veyron, a renowned Italian sports car brand, manufactured in a French factory, now belongs to Germany's Volkswagen group.

Aside from these two villas, the prices at other locations failed to meet Li Hao's requirements. As for the French-style mansions worth hundreds of millions, being secondhand, even if purchased, they felt lived-in, lacking the freshness of a new home.

Liu Xiazhi watched Lin Feng in silence. After a while, she took a check from her bag and placed it on the table, then walked upstairs.

Mo Fan arrived at the Japanese cuisine floor, first ordering some sashimi to refresh himself, then a sukiyaki to eat.

Wang Zhi-ran recalled the crimson light in the night sky, and the one who caused it all—the powerhouse from the abyss, an equal to the chaotic evil god.

Amid the swirling dust, a gentle white radiance appeared once more, enveloping and shielding the unmoving bronze spirit puppets. At the same moment, a cold, aged snort familiar to Lin Han reverberated slowly through the vast hall.

A-Mei guessed correctly again, but nobody paid much mind; newcomers often had a streak of luck, and they were all used to it.

The general's aim was simply to capture the Holy King of this planet and obtain the secret of immortality. Previously, he had been tasked with handling this "calamity-level" martial artist, hoping to draw out the Holy King behind them.

Su Yu showed the AI with action that he had the credentials to show off. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, his spiritual power vibrated in a peculiar rhythm, gradually causing the items within a meter to resonate with his frequency and begin to shake.

Since there was no other motive, Ding Fan didn't mind chatting with her for a bit. Only her clothing was a headache; he didn't know where to look that would be appropriate.

He hadn't been touched before largely because there wasn't much evidence against him. For cunning types like them, without solid proof, prying open their lips was never an easy task.

The others watched in shock, utterly stunned, staring at Qin Heng in disbelief. Their minds buzzed, his words echoing endlessly.

"Sister Wu, listen to me now, contact Lord Gongsun immediately. A large number of monsters are circling to attack the west gate of Tianwu City. Tell him to prepare for their assault." As soon as the communication connected, Su Yu spoke urgently.