Chapter 39: The Tiger Man-Eater Case (9)

"How could I possibly agree!" Zhou Wei exhaled a cloud of smoke, his gentle face hardening with cold austerity. "He dares to mistreat Xiaoman and still wants a loan? Xiaoman is such a wonderful girl, the treasure of our Zhou family! He can keep dreaming!"

Zhou Lin’s expression softened slightly. He reached out with his wheat-toned hand to flick the ash from his cigarette, his entire demeanor radiating a rugged, upright integrity.

Zhou Wei also flicked his ash, though unlike his younger brother, his hands were a pale, cool white, his refined manner laced with—

"No need. This is the Underworld, after all; how could there ever be a shortage of labor?" Sophia smiled, her tone implying something more.

After casting the Light of Temptation, Xie Yeyu smiled. Ignoring Richard, who was now in a trance-like state, he leaped backward, exiting the cockpit of the Twilight of the Gods.

All the powerful figures rushed to the scene, surrounding the streak of light. Yet, as the light vanished, a familiar figure was revealed.

He cast his gaze toward the other survivors, then furrowed his brows slightly, for he spotted the figures of several nobles.

White Wolf struck out with his left palm, causing the speed of the ring of fire to slow until it stalled between the two. Wu Jie thrust his sword forward once more; the blade pierced the center of the ring, shattering it with an invisible sword aura. It transformed into a sky full of flowing embers, while the invisible barrier White Wolf had constructed shattered like glass.

Gao Ming cast a stealthy glance at his phone. This time, the name flashing repeatedly on the screen was Qian Weidong. Gao Ming hesitated, neither hanging up nor answering. The ringtone persisted, stubborn and nerve-wracking. His father-in-law finally reached his limit and told Gao Ming to go to the balcony to take the call.

Han Xin wore a troubled expression. He didn't want to stir up trouble on this journey, but he had been eating and drinking with Liu Bang and the others; backing out now would seem disloyal. He felt conflicted, hesitating over how to refuse without damaging their rapport.

"Tch, stop trying to scare me. How many times have we battled in the seal space? When have you ever gotten the upper hand?" Xie Yeyu scoffed dismissively.

Gao Ming said, "Don't worry, Su Han. Even if others find out about us, they will only blame me; they certainly won't say anything against you."

"Isn't it already 11 o'clock!?" Li Jinglun cursed, rolled up the 'I Want You to Add Three Thousand' document on his desk, and strode toward the door.

At this moment, the sounds of battle were like thunder, the plains stained with blood. The head-on conflict and the struggle between life and death had finally become inevitable.

Heading to Chang'an, Qin Chao felt deeply uneasy, and deep down, he had a nagging feeling that something major was about to happen.

Fang Miao'er slowly stood up and walked toward the crowd, and the warriors instinctively cleared a path for her.

With a deafening boom, the Claw of the Black Tortoise was knocked away by that palm, retreating back into the void. The avatar shuddered violently, nearly shattering on the spot.

That final smile was rich with meaning: it was a mix of irritation and secret delight—that her 'boyfriend' had actually tried to hit on her meant that she still had quite a lot to offer.

While gaining a large number of 'black fans,' he also gained a massive following of true fans, something Feng Hao hadn't anticipated at the start—a case of planting a willow that grew into a shade unintentionally.

Although the system provided tasks without time limits, Qin Chao always felt that while the earlier tasks were trivial, they were unavoidable. It was like climbing a mountain; without enduring the hardships along the way, one could never hope to see the scenery at the summit.

If I level up, where will I find the driving license points to take orders, exchange for items and skills, and show off in the main plane to earn prestige?

The Variety Department of the First Television Station had no reason to remove a producer of a show that brought in such high ratings.

Having the imperial fortune bestowed upon one is fine, but the restrictions are too many. For someone serving as an official, Zhou Changqi might be enthusiastic, but he was not that kind of person.

"I do, I do." The answer was almost unanimous, without a shred of hesitation.