Volume One, Chapter 74: Who Knows Whether You're the Dominant or the Submissive

Then a sweet smile blossomed on Li Ruochu’s face, her eyes arching like crescent moons. She replied sincerely, “You must be Mr. Feng’s elder sister, right? You’re so beautiful!”

Luo Jingyun was momentarily taken aback by these words, a hint of surprise flickering across her face. But the next second, she burst into laughter. Covering her mouth gently with one hand, her shoulders quivering, she said, “Oh my, you really know how to flatter, little girl! Am I truly still that young?”

“Mother!” Standing off to the side, Feng Yizhou called out coldly, his face written with helplessness.

Only then did Luo Jingyun try to compose herself, though a broad smile still lingered on her face. “I’m Xiao Zhouzhou’s...”

Just then, Nangong Changyun gripped two long spears, flexed his arms, and shouted, “Come down!” The spears slid down smoothly under his pull, and the muddled footsteps atop them gradually faded into the distance.

“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?” Wang Dezhu followed Fu Yan’s gaze to Li Siyu, greed gleaming openly in his eyes.

“No more running around with that gang of loafers?” Liu Jianguo was a little surprised. Ever since his wife’s passing, his son had never been so obedient.

“Rest assured, Premier, Chairman, we will pay more attention from now on. We’ll begin to change our mindset and learn from private enterprises, striving to seek out new technology.” Hearing that even the Chairman had spoken, the others hastily chimed in.

Lin Ying rose and moved to the spot beside Ye Meng, just as Ye Sui called toward the door. Ye Xing pushed the door open and entered.

To have foreign commercial companies stirring up trouble again and again on their own turf—any major leader of Huaxia would be furious.

“I’ll go ahead and place my order. By the way, may I come in for a moment? My phone’s out of battery. Can I use the internal phone in your room to order food for you? I need to ask next door as well, so...” Fu Yan put on an apologetic, slightly embarrassed expression.

“What do you think about having Lin Feng move the company back? Our country really needs a high-tech enterprise with international influence, otherwise it’s so frustrating to attend such conferences abroad.” The Chairman, frustrated for a moment, turned to the Premier and made a suggestion.

“Commander, according to your orders in the letter, the deployment is complete and the landmines have been planted. I’ve drawn a map of the terrain for your review. You’re familiar with the troops Captain Meng brought, so I’ll leave the deployment to you.” With that, Zhou Qiwei opened the map, and Yao Jian turned on a flashlight to illuminate it.

Four employees gradually regained consciousness amidst the blaring alarms and chaotic smashing noises. The two at the passage entrance had no idea what was happening; the passage was sealed, the elevator out of order, and they could only worry helplessly.

This He Yi Hall was only a third-rate syndicate, but since the matter in Temple Street hadn’t been settled, Di Qing didn’t want to cause further trouble.

Compared to the martial arts the system had provided before, “Cold Wave Splitting the Sea,” “Fortune Turns,” and “Unshakable” were all far less impressive; learning any of them wouldn’t make much difference, so it didn’t matter which he picked.

Notably, among these people, Di Qing spotted a familiar face—Sister Thirteen’s father, Braggart Da, who had been arrested during a mahjong game.

Watching Lei Si depart, Li Wu didn’t pursue, but let Kruru fly after him overhead.

“You idiot, things have blown up this badly. Shouldn’t you at least let the boss know what’s going on?” Liang Kun scolded.

She suddenly recalled that the man before her was ruthless and decisive—not someone she could manipulate at will.

Their gazes converged on Lu Chen, standing tall and proud; there was no doubt or defiance in their eyes, only deep respect.

In a blink, a black spark landed on a guard; flames instantly shot up, and now there were two human torches.

At dawn, Dong Peiyun and Shen Shuzhen, the two “model workers,” prepared breakfast with the leftovers from the night before.

Questions and mysteries upon mysteries furrowed Luo Wuhui’s brow. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the Shadow Wolf Clan, Soul Summoning Ridge, and the ghost realm of the Netherworld were somehow connected.

One must understand, in all of Shenzhou, the vast majority of people possessed no spiritual power. If everyone had a crossbow, would any beast dare run rampant in Shenzhou?

But their strength was all at the level of great experts. Even Zhuge Liang couldn’t hold them all back at once; their speed merely slowed, still posing a threat to Yu Wude.

Xuan and Zhu slowly landed. Xuan Yuan released Zhu Yueying, then pointed his sword at Zhu Chiqing and said coldly, “Dragon Abyss Sword Technique!” With a sharp sound, he lunged at Zhu Chiqing.

In the courtyard, those who had hesitated finally made up their minds, striding over to gather around the group; inside, injured gang members struggled to their feet, some leaning on crutches, supporting each other as they too gathered nearby.

“Kill!” As Mie Tian’s voice fell, a deafening roar erupted outside the city. Countless upper gods surged forth like locusts, laws raining down from the sky in an instant, threatening to drown Yintian in the blink of an eye.

It’s a problem I have never been able to solve. I have always believed religions can coexist, and so can the world of the arcane. Why open up a battlefield like this? What is the purpose?

“It’s best you harbor no disloyalty. If you dare become a stumbling block to the king, you know what your end will be—I won’t even have to take action,” Natiaweil said slowly.

The receptionist nodded respectfully, tapped a few keys on her keyboard, and said, “General Manager, it’s done.” She then handed the room key card to Wu Yun.

Watching Lu Fan turn and hurry toward the high platform, Zuo Danyang glanced curiously at Bai Ling. “Master, don’t worry, this one’s no ordinary opponent. That demon flower and he are both tough to handle—let them fight it out.” As the tomb chamber shook with increasing force, Zuo Danyang, concerned for everyone’s safety, nodded and ran to the door with Bai Ling.

“Father, what’s happening? The color of the smoke is different from ours. Does that mean the lotus didn’t choose Brother Murong? But if that’s so, why do you look so pleased?” Seeing the look on Zhong Mushan’s face, Zhong Shen was puzzled and started asking questions.

Atop the cavern, a colossal creature filled the entire range of vision, with much of its bulk still hidden in the darkness. Its sheer, awe-inspiring size filled me with an inexplicable dread, a powerful sense of oppression that bristled every hair on my body and left my scalp tingling.