Chapter 49 Signing the Agreement

After leaving the airport, the man shoved her into a black luxury car.

She had no idea where he was taking her, nor what would happen next.

But she had no choice but to follow him.

She was powerless against Gu Xichen.

Back at the airport, the people waiting outside the restroom lingered for another ten minutes, yet still saw no sign of the person they were waiting for.

“Could she have slipped away? Her flight has already departed,” one of them muttered.

“Now that you mention it, this Liu’s background and identity are truly suspicious,” Bruce said, his expression thoughtful.

The square-faced man shook his head, clicking his tongue with a laugh, then stretched out a hand towards Luc Dingji, spreading his five fingers.

According to Naiyi’s plan, after Doolin Company abandoned manufacturing, it would focus primarily on research and sales, both centers being established in Europe to ensure that most of the profits would go to Europeans.

The monstrous soldier seemed to sense that Number Two intended to escape, and once again swung its tentacles to intercept.

As for her ability to traverse between worlds, it would be impossible to keep it a perfect secret; she would have to give her master a hint, just so he wouldn’t be caught completely off guard. The existence of the Celestial Wheel, however, could be left unmentioned.

But now… with that momentary impulse… Sun Wukong was in grave danger, with almost no chance of surviving.

“Didn’t any doctor put medicine on your wound?” Jing Jiaren frowned. Such a serious injury, and yet no one had applied ointment?

For the first time in her life, Lu Mingshu felt an urge to cut someone into eighteen pieces. Did he really think she didn’t know what he was up to? From the initial attempts at bribery, to the coercion that night—now, having realized neither tactic worked, he simply clung to her relentlessly. His intentions had never changed; all along, he just found her amusing and wanted to toy with her.

They were queued outside the capital base, waiting for inspection before entering. While waiting in line, they saw dying civilians everywhere along the roadside.

The staff officers of the headquarters went to assist the various units; after consulting Chief of Staff Han Zhuangjian, two young officers led the medical team, carrying medicine chests, across to the barracks opposite the county office, treating wounded and sick members of the uprising forces.

Beneath the chimney was an underground kitchen. Directly ahead stood a giant pot; within the boiling red broth, slices of meat and bones churned. Xu Huo skirted around the edge and stepped squarely into a pool of fresh blood. Following the trail, he saw a two-meter-long wooden plank leaning at an angle ahead, the blood streaming out from beneath it.

What a joke—Madam’s personal attendant had long since become some wandering ghost. If you wished to see her, don’t bother coming to the Marquis’s estate; just head straight to the Underworld.

Most of the players ranked below him were E-level Ordinary or D-level Good, with a few at C-level Excellent. For newcomers lost at the start of the game, this was already impressive. Moreover, they now shared a common title: the Pioneer Players.

Bamboo Suhan gazed at Jirachi’s room, awash in starlight, yet on closer inspection, it felt empty and lonely, making his heart clench with pain.

Yaoguang Yue still had her arm pressed tightly against her father the emperor’s face, unable to hide her disgust.

The room fell into a strange silence. Qian Qingxi said nothing, and Leng Qiu was at a loss for words.

Yet Bamboo Suhan was always this abnormally lucky, frequently scoring improbable strokes of fortune.

That move, “Reed Flower Soaring Wings,” in Ba Fourteen’s hands was overpowering. When Tang Lichuan met the sword, he was forced back four or five steps. Glancing up, he saw no chance to counterattack, so by instinct, he joined his swords, retreated another step, then leaped up, skewering toward Ba Fourteen at an angle.

As a battlefield general, even if the leader stood among enemies, the Eastern Expedition Army would still deeply admire anyone who could face death unflinchingly.

What began as PDD sharing stories of his travels abroad soon became an invitation to plan a trip together.