Chapter 33: The Man-Eating Tiger Case (3)

As Gu Ye, Lin Nan, and the others gathered around to witness the scene, they were forced to believe that the end of science is metaphysics.

When the emaciated tiger walked into the tiger enclosure, it paused and looked back at Xiaoman.

Xiaoman waved at it and said to her companions, "Xiaoman is going to close the gate."

"Absolutely not!" everyone shouted in unison.

Even Xie Zhou, who usually enjoyed taking her along to crime scenes, cast a dissenting vote.

"Do you understand formation arrays?" Luo asked again, unable to believe it, though this time he phrased it differently.

Madam Poison was about to help Li Fei apply ointment, but she was astonished to find that the scraped wounds on his back had vanished without a trace.

Liu Xie was extremely repulsed by this, yet he was helpless and could only submit to being "manipulated" by Liu Bei.

"Boss Jing Ke, look, he can't even seem to turn his neck," Mao Wa’s voice rang out, barely concealing his eager excitement.

The voice came from Jing Ke, who was in an even worse state than Lang Zhan. He was reduced to mere rags, his face was soot-black, his entire body was covered in blood, and many wounds were still bleeding. His hair had been completely singed off, and his only weapon was the Fish-Gut Sword, its hilt now melted away.

After some "haggling," Feng Ji gritted his teeth and finally agreed to provide six hundred million in currency. Furthermore, he promised to prepare it immediately; as soon as the funds and supplies were ready, Lu Zhuo would launch his campaign.

If a user is kind-hearted, even a magical artifact that has killed countless people in the past can still become a tool for salvation and helping others.

Just as Jun Ye turned toward the next major power, a group of powerful cultivators at the Saint Emperor Realm, clad in law enforcement uniforms, blocked his path.

In an instant, her eyes filled with confusion. She could not understand why Li Fei would want to freeze her. Was he intending to kill her?

He remained trapped on the cliff in utter embarrassment, more than ten meters from the valley floor, with no way forward and no way back.

All morning, Xu Nuo accompanied An Ning as they battled through a mountain of exercises and a sea of papers. An Ning consulted him on the points she hadn't fully grasped during class, and he clarified them for her.

The rank of Major General Advisor that Wang Puchen held in the 41st Army and the 11th War Zone was a purely nominal position with no real authority.

Zhao Han had not expected Bai Jin to bring this matter up so openly, while Bai Jin had already anticipated Zhao Han's hesitation.

Qing caught the wine flask with a backhanded motion and, under Eula's gaze, took a large gulp himself before leaning back against the tree trunk behind him.

"I am who I am..." Shakya said calmly. Though he appeared to be only eleven or twelve years old, he possessed a unique aura.

Logically speaking, it was impossible for Xiaomeng to deceive him, yet Zheng Ming could not trust her completely, as she herself might have been misled.

Moreover, he did not know what to do with so much money. When he felt down and had no one to talk to, he could only spend lavishly, yet spending it didn't make him feel any happier. Instead, it left him feeling even emptier, especially in the dead of night; even if he were to sleep on a pile of money, he would still feel a void that could not be filled.

"It's no use taking it off. Do you think you can push me away by drawing a line between us? Let me tell you the truth. As a man who thinks with his body, I am very possessive. Bai Jin, I am your man, and you cannot deny that." After