20. A Peculiar Habit

Meanwhile, at Sicheng Group.

Si Guancheng examined the information gathered by his subordinates.

"Excellent. Now that no one will stand by her side, let's see who is left to support her in taking over Sicheng Group."

"President, are you certain that the late Chairman Si really intended to leave the company to the young lady?" asked Old Liu—Liu Haiwei, the Si family's long-time driver.

Si Guancheng’s eyes narrowed.

"What else could it be? Old Man You definitely has something in his hands. That old man refuses to bring it out no matter what. It has been years since the old man and the old lady passed away, yet he still refuses to announce the inheritance of the shares. I am merely a nominal president right now. Once the Si family's shares are carved up, I won't be able to hold onto this position any longer..."

Even after so many bullets failed to kill Chu Xiu, who knew what other cards he might be holding? If he had the capability to protect everyone here and they remained stubborn, their fate might not be any better than that of the scarred man.

"My name is Chu Xiu!" Since they had asked so directly, it would have been too hypocritical not to provide his name.

After Dugu Chen released that surge of sword intent, the entire Shenwu City was stirred, for that intent was directed precisely at the city.

In the vast room, there was only a solitary, pitiful chessboard. Mo Fan and Jun Tianxin sat cross-legged, both furrowing their brows as they contemplated their next move.

He had initially planned to, you know, turn the raw rice into cooked rice; even if Xia Han found out, what could she do about it?

If the powerful figures within the Myth organization were busy, or if Team Zhou were occupied and unable to make it, and the others couldn't subdue Zhang Weitao, Team Zhou should have found someone else—recruiting these experts from the organizations to assist, coordinate, fight, or form a partnership.

Then, they received new orders: find a location outside to hide temporarily and do not enter.

However, these words left Lei Yun feeling somewhat helpless and puzzled. What exactly was the meaning behind them?

Following that, he and Guo Yan answered some bizarre questions from their family, all regarding the United States. In short, while it was true that the United States was currently more developed than China, it was absolutely not a paradise; they had only reached their current status through a stroke of luck.

Seeing that Chu Xiu was around her age, Bai Zijing felt too shy to address him and sat rigidly behind Bai Fengzhi, though her stolen glances at Chu Xiu betrayed her curiosity.

***

As the saying goes, quantitative change leads to qualitative change. This time, Goenitz could no longer use his whirlwinds for defense.

It would have been fine if he hadn't started running, but as soon as he did, Chen Miao shifted his aim with clear intent.

Elder Murong’s wise eyes fixed on Chen Siyan, capturing the deep-seated disgust she felt toward Li Kexia.

For this marriage, Xia Qingmai had four chests of dowry; counting the two large betrothal gifts she brought back, she had a total of six dowry loads.

The entire cylindrical screen transformed into three curved layers—top, middle, and bottom—that rotated independently before splitting into nine arc-shaped screens, descending to present themselves before the visitors.

Finally, they had reached the stage of holding the wedding. After this, she would have even less hope.

Subsequently, Liang Jiangtao helped his classmate Yuan Xiang, who worked at Beijing Automotive Group, to get a secondment to the Beijing State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission.

Yan Sifu shook his flab, and the fat on his belly transformed into a barrier at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This scene on the giant screen caused an uproar among all the players watching from within the white space.

"A-Bo, I’m actually quite satisfied with the shop. I just want to save on rent. In business, one must learn to cut costs," Li Kexia whispered, leaning closer to Murong Bo.

"I see you have more and more 'sisters' around you lately! That Milan, and the Xin Rong from earlier—aren't they your 'junior sisters'?" Chu Yu emphasized the word "sister" with a biting tone; the sourness in her words could be smelled from far away.

As he was leaving, Xiao Yao bumped into Zhao Jia and Chu Jianfei, who were just stepping out of the office next door.

Watching Gu Chen’s departing figure, An Xiaoxiao couldn't help but sigh at her beauty's knack for keeping people in suspense.

In the dead of night, the breeze blowing in through the window caused the lamplight on the table to sway gently, twisting its waist in the wind.

Look at that; she was such a soft-hearted person, especially when it came to her own man.

"Oh, by the way, Sister Yun, I heard you like yoga. A friend of mine has a diamond membership card for the梵迦 (Fan Jia) Yoga Studio. She’s moving abroad, and it would be a waste to leave it unused, so I asked her for it. I’ll bring it to you next time," Lang Xie said with a sincere smile. What "friend"? He had bought it for over a hundred thousand yuan.

***

Ryoma didn't know what to say for a moment. No wonder he had felt so restless today; no wonder he had been in such a foul mood. It turned out that everything was because of this?

"Guoqiang, do you think I was being too hasty?" Lang Ming reflected. The fact that Lang Xie was surrounded by enemies on all sides and faced with danger today was not what he had hoped to see—or rather, it wasn't what Lang Xie should be facing at this stage. In Lang Ming’s plan, this situation was supposed to wait at least another five years.

Before Mu Chi could speak, he heard Ling Xiao shout, "Trying to run? It won't be that easy! But you're right—who knows if there are hidden weapons here? Keeping you in front is never a mistake!" With that, Ling Xiao rudely pulled Tang Youyou in front of him.

Lang Xie leaned back casually, creating an arc, and returned the ball to Du Yudang with a seamless swing of his racket.

The words were dripping with sarcasm, as if he had never truly considered Baili Yuxiao a princess, showing his contempt from the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Yuan knew clearly that the three muffled sounds were the resonance between the Stone Sword and the Sacred Land of Creation. Once they rang out, it meant the trial of the Sacred Land of Creation was coming to an end. Jiang Yuan panicked, and with a shift of his will, spatial distortions appeared before him.

Outside the prison cell, a thin, pale man was led in by an old eunuch. Though he was in his forties or fifties, he looked as handsome and scholarly as a man in his prime.

"I am telling the truth. This mission was indeed already taken by Junior Brother Qingyang; it just hasn't been registered or assigned yet," Huang Yichang said.

Yan Jiaojiao swallowed hard. She really couldn't adapt to Nian Xin being so blunt.

Ouyang Lian turned his head slowly; his handsome face and elegant hair were reflected in Mu Lingxi’s eyes, etched into the corridors of her memory.

Mu Lingxi really didn't know what this thing was. A performance without a soul or true emotion felt cold and icy, not at all like acting, yet the precision of those physical movements hovered somewhere between performance and reality.

Although he had discussed the general strategy for the attack with Di Xiaohan in his letters, the details were something he had to figure out for himself.